My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.'. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your face gave me cancer anyway.

My best friend, Charlie, has a learning disability and a lack of concentration. He could barely walk and talk. He always stuttered and couldn't say a word for about 5 minutes. Many people said he was a mentally retarded person, but I considered him as another ordinary human being, trying to understand the meaning of life. He was about 4 to 5 feet tall, has curly hair, brown eyes, and a cute little face, like a little puppy dog begging for food. I was in the seventh grade, going on to eight. I met him during my middle school year. He was a nice guy and was in the eight grade, but often
quiet. Loves to draw, paint, and maybe once in a while sing his favorite tune, "The Star
Spangle Banner."

get cancer

this guy.... this guy deserves a "biggest douch of the universe award" his trump profile picture makes sense as he speaks before he thinks.

Heyyyyy a sexy ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥ skinfreak hater that cant understand his feelings so he takes it out on everyone else because hes a total keyboard warrior that thinks hes changing lives as he rage types :)

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