Numbers.

They always seem to surround us. Telling us how terrible or excellent we are.

How many months.
How many lbs.
Percentages.
How many words.
How many gallons of gas.
How little lbs.
How many smiles.
How many cups of coffee.
How much makeup.
How many hours.

"Quality NOT Quantity," I always say...

(really though, it's only becase I don't know how to switch the phrase around. it takes too many minutes.=dissapointment.)
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