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Anna's Exchange IThe German American Partnership Program prided itself for its ability to bring Germans and Americans together through a common educational platform of exchange, from a couple months to a couple weeks. I'm sure one rose tinted parent actually thought their students venture into Deutschland or the States actually was preventing World War III, but most students were in it for the shopping, in the Germans case, or the drinking, for the Americans. After a few weeks, a friendship or a hookup, and a few stories to tell, the students went home with a slightly better knowledge of their host’s language, and a suitcase full of brand-name clothes or long-named beers. The romanticized change as a person rarely happens, and sometimes homesickness makes the other country look worse. That’s just life.
Sometimes, however, there is a change. A mental or emotional one could lead to a bored teenager wanting to work abroad and start a new life in a place where McDonald’s or bratwurst grew
Flabby Franziska [fWG, XWG, Slob] REPOSTIt was as clear as any life altering memory could be. Franziska von Karma was going over some trial cases in her law office when she overheard the advertisement on the radio that literally sealed her fate. It was a small snippet for a new weight loss supplement called "Gordi-go" the fat zapping drug was supposed to eliminate all fat cells from the body and allow the user to come out as an attractive figure akin to a mythological god or goddess. Normally, the blue haired German wouldn't have thought much of the ad but something was nagging her in the back of her mind to do so. Fran got up as inspected herself in the mirror she kept in her office. While she was not obese by any standards, she had noticed her feminine figure losing its graces as her hips were on the chunky side and her waist felt pudgy.
"Hmmm…I guess it was foolish of me to indulge in all of those fast food burgers during heavy traffic here at the office." Fran thought to herself as she examined her bo
The Girl Who Ate South AfricaFor as long as Mac could remember, dining at Nando’s was a Kenwood family tradition. Birthdays, get togethers', A Grades, and any other special occasion, this little slice of South African cuisine was their go-to-place.
Which is why it surprised him to find out that the hungrily inclined Christy had never been.
“Seriously? Not once?”
“Is that really so weird?”
“I guess not, but, uh…you know…”
“Hey, I’m fat; I don’t have a food radar. That’d be sweet, though…"
The young boy and his former babysitter arrived at Nando’s’ dark green doors, only a few stores down from Subway. A waiter stepped out with a steamy plate of chicken, giving Christy a good noseful of hot peri-peri spices.
“Peri-peri, huh? Never ate a Perry before. I’d like to fix that.” The waiter awkwardly covered up his nametag.
She pushed on in, Mac trying not to look too excit
The lady wot lunched a little too much - part 1Blue Monday, officially the most depressing day of the year, was for Peter Morris very much proceeding as advertised.
After squinting his way through blades of horizontal rain, he had arrived at the bus stop with seconds to spare, only to slip and smash his nose against the ramp while boarding, earning himself a stare of dull contempt from the driver and smiles of smug pity from the congregation of fuzz-headed old women on board - who despite having nowhere to go and nothing to do had managed to monopolise every single pair of seats.
He'd then bruised his shoulder while forcing entry through the semi-frozen door of his office, and spent the next ten shivering minutes desperately trying to ignite the building's Victorian heating system, thumbing the pilot button with such ferocity that he'd nearly missed the one brief event that made weekday mornings bearable.
In the end, he almost wished he had missed it.
For having scampered upstairs and weaved through an obstacle course of