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Using Whatever in English, Example Sentences with Whatever Using Whatever In this lesson we will examine the word ‘whatever’. Let’s start with the uses of the word. These kinds of words have several different uses. For example; They can be used to add the meaning of “how / what / why / where it doesn’t matter” according to the word. They can be used to highlight questions. They can be used to be unclear or to indicate that they are not clear. Let’s take a look at what happens when “ever” is added to these words. When the word “ever”

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Everyone deserves a little happiness in their lives. Let’s be clear; We are NOT at fault for mental health matters that hold us down; Though “happiness is a choice” may not always be true; practicing mindful moments, surrounding ourselves with good people and understanding that it’s OK to not be OK (and we CAN ask for help) is all part of finding our path back to happiness. This necklace is the perfect way to remind yourself, when you need it, to choose what is best for your happiness.  20inch Stainless Steel with 2inch extender.  Available in gold and silver. Hypoallergenic  Designed by Confetti Rebels for YOU. Hurry, before we are sold out!  Got yours now? Spread your happiness on our Instagram to those who need it! Be featured on our page! #confettirebels @confetti_rebels

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New York Times bestselling author Lauren Weisberger returns with a novel starring one of her favorite characters from The Devil Wears Prada—Emily Charlton, first assistant to Miranda Priestly, now a highly successful image consultant who’s just landed the client of a lifetime. Welcome to Greenwich, CT, where the lawns and the women are perfectly manicured, the Tito’s and sodas are extra strong, and everyone has something to say about the infamous new neighbor. Let’s be clear: Emily Charlton, Miranda Priestly’s ex-assistant, does not do the suburbs. She’s working in Hollywood as an image consultant to the stars, but recently, Emily’s lost a few clients. She’s hopeless with social media. The new guard is nipping at her heels. She needs a big opportunity, and she needs it now. Karolina Hartwell is as A-list as they come. She’s the former face of L’Oreal. A mega-supermodel recognized the world over. And now, the gorgeous wife of the newly elected senator from New York, Graham, who also has his eye on the presidency. It’s all very Kennedy-esque, right down to the public philandering and Karolina’s arrest for a DUI—with a Suburban full of other people’s children. Miriam is the link between them. Until recently she was a partner at one of Manhattan’s most prestigious law firms. But when Miriam moves to Greenwich and takes time off to spend with her children, she never could have predicted that being stay-at-home mom in an uber-wealthy town could have more pitfalls than a stressful legal career. Emily, Karolina, and Miriam make an unlikely trio, but they desperately need each other. Together, they’ll navigate the social landmines of life in America’s favorite suburb on steroids, revealing the truths—and the lies—that simmer just below the glittering surface. With her signature biting style, Lauren Weisberger offers a dazzling look into another sexy, over-the-top world, where nothing is as it appears. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781476778457 Media Type: Paperback(Reprint) Publisher: Simon & Schuster Publication Date: 05-07-2019 Pages: 352 Product Dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.10(d)About the Author Lauren Weisberger is the New York Times bestselling author of The Devil Wears Prada, which was published in forty languages and made into a major motion picture starring Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway. It was announced in 2017 that musician Elton John and Paul Rudnick will adapt The Devil Wears Prada for the stage. She is also the author of Where the Grass Is Green and the Girls Are Pretty, When Life Gives You Lululemons, The Singles Game, Everyone Worth Knowing, Chasing Harry Winston, Last Night at Chateau Marmont, and Revenge Wears Prada. Her books have sold more than thirteen million copies worldwide. A graduate of Cornell University, she lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children. Visit LaurenWeisberger.com to learn more.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Chapter 1: Again with the Nazi Getup? Emily racked her brain. There had to be something to complain about. This was New Year’s Eve in Los Angeles, one of the most annoying nights of the year in arguably the most annoying city known to humanity. So why couldn’t she think of a thing? She sipped her skinny margarita from her chaise and watched her husband’s beautiful body cut through the water like a moving art installation. When Miles emerged, he propped himself on the back of the lit infinity pool, where the turquoise water appeared to spill over the side and straight down the mountain. Behind him, the lights from the valley twinkled for miles, making the city look alluring, even sexy. Night was the only time Los Angeles really shone. Gone were the smog and the junkies and the soul-crushing traffic, all replaced by an idyllic vista of night sky and silently twinkling lights—as if God Himself had descended into the Hollywood Hills and selected the most perfect Snapchat filter for His least favorite city on earth. Miles smiled at her and she waved, but when he motioned for her to join him, she shook her head. It was unseasonably warm, and all around her, people were partying in that intensely determined way that happened only on New Year’s Eve after midnight: This will be the most fun we’ve ever had; we will do and say outrageous things; we are loving our lives and everyone around us. The massive hot tub was packed with a dozen revelers, all with drinks in hand, and another group sat around the perimeter, content to dangle their feet while they waited for a few inches of space to free up. On the deck above the pool a DJ blasted remixed hip-hop, and dancers everywhere—on the patio, in the pool, on the pool deck, streaming in and out of the house—all moved happily to his playlist. On the chair to Emily’s left, a young girl wearing only bikini bottoms straddled a guy and massaged his shoulders while her bare breasts dangled freely. She worked her way down his back and began a rather aggressive handling of his glutes. She was twenty-three, twenty-five at most, and while her body was far from perfect—slightly rounded belly and overly curvy thighs—her arms didn’t jiggle and her neck didn’t sag. No crepey anything. Just youth. None of the small indignities of Emily’s own body at thirty-six: light stretch marks on her hips; cleavage with just the smallest hint of sag; some errant dark hairs along her bikini line that just seemed to sprout now willy-nilly, indifferent to Emily’s indefatigable waxing schedule. It wasn’t a horror show, exactly—she still looked thin and tan, maybe even downright hot in her elegant Eres two-piece—but it was getting harder with every passing year. An unfamiliar 917 number flashed on her phone. “Emily? This is Helene. I’m not sure if you remember, but we met a couple years ago at the Met Ball.” Emily looked skyward in concentration. Though the name was familiar, she was having a hard time placing it. Silence filled the air. “I’m Rizzo’s manager.” Rizzo. Interesting. He was the new Bieber: the hottest pop star whose fame had skyrocketed when, two years earlier at age sixteen, he’d become the youngest male to win a Grammy for Album of the Year. Helene had moved to Hollywood to join an agency—either ICM or Endeavor, Emily couldn’t remember—but she’d somehow missed the news that Helene now represented Rizzo. “Of course. How are you?” Emily asked. She glanced at her watch. This was no ordinary call. “I’m sorry I’m calling so late,” Helene said. “It’s already four a.m. here in New York, but you’re probably in L.A. I feel terrible interrupting...” “No, it’s fine. I’m at Gigi Hadid’s childhood mansion and not nearly as drunk as I should be. What’s up?” A shriek came from the pool. Two girls had jumped in together, holding hands, and were splashing Miles and a couple of his friends. Emily rolled her eyes. “Well, I, uh...” Helene cleared her throat. “We’re off the record, right?” “Of course.” This sounded promising. “I’m not sure I understand the whole story myself, but Riz appeared on Seacrest’s Times Square show earlier tonight—everything was fine, it went off without a hitch. Afterward, I went to meet up with some old college friends, and Rizzo was headed to some party at 1 OAK. Sober, at least when he left me. Happy about his performance.” “Okay...” “And just this second I got texted a picture from a colleague who works in ICM’s New York office and happens to be at 1 OAK right now...” “And?” “And it’s not good.” “What? Is he passed out? Covered in his own puke? Kissing a guy? Doing lines? Groping an underage girl?” Helene sighed and began to speak, but she was drowned out by shrieking laughter. In the shallow end, a girl with hot pink hair and a thong bikini had found her way atop Miles’s shoulders for an improvised chicken fight. “Sorry, can you repeat that? It’s a little chaotic here,” Emily said as she watched the tiny piece of suit fabric wedge even tighter between the girl’s naked ass cheeks, themselves spread straight across the back of Emily’s husband’s neck. “He appears to be wearing a Nazi costume.” “A what?” “Like with a swastika armband and a coordinating headband. Storm trooper boots. The whole nine.” “Oh, Jesus Christ,” Emily muttered without thinking. “That bad?” “Well, it’s not great. Prince Harry pulled that stunt forever ago—but we have to work with what we have. I’m not going to lie, I would’ve preferred drugs or boys.” In the pool, the pink-haired girl on Miles’s shoulders reached behind her back, yanked the tie of her bikini top, and began swinging the top around her head like a lasso. “First things first: who knows?” Emily asked. “Nothing has shown up online yet, but of course, it’s only a matter of time.” “Just so we’re clear: you’re calling to hire me, yes?” Emily asked. “Yes. Definitely.” “Okay, then right now I want you to text your colleague and have him get Rizzo into the men’s room and out of that getup. I don’t care if he’s wearing a gold lamé banana hammock, it’s better than the Nazi thing.” “I already did that. He gave Riz his button-down and shoes, confiscated the armband, and let him keep the trousers, which apparently are bright red. It’s not perfect, but it’s the best we can do, especially since I can’t reach Rizzo directly. But someone will post something any second, I’m sure.” “Agreed, so listen up. Here’s the plan. You’re going to jump in a cab and head over to 1 OAK and forcibly remove him. Bring a girl or two, it’ll look better, and then get him back to his apartment and don’t let him leave. Sit in front of the damn door if you have to. Do you have his passwords? Actually, forget it—just take his phone. Drop it in the toilet. We need to buy ourselves time without some idiotic drunken tweet from him.” “Okay. Will do.” “The first flight out of here is six a.m. I’m going home to pack, and then I’ll head to the airport. The story will definitely break while I’m in the air, if not before. Do not—I repeat, do not—make a statement. Do not let him talk to anyone, not even the delivery guy who brings up the food.

Reading is a passion we can take into our old age and not worry about our performance! After all, it helps keep our brains functioning at optimum level.

A healthy diet is the basis for a healthy lifestyle. Let’s be clear: You cannot out-exercise, out-sleep, out-stress, or out-anything a crappy diet. If you’re consuming a high-sugar diet, you can get fabulous sleep, exercise like crazy, and curb your stress levels to the moon, but you’re still going to be very unhappy about your mood or energy levels.

Everyone deserves a little happiness in their lives. Let’s be clear; We are NOT at fault for mental health matters that hold us down; Though “happiness is a choice” may not always be true; practicing mindful moments, surrounding ourselves with good people and understanding that it’s OK to not be OK (and we CAN ask for help) is all part of finding our path back to happiness. This necklace is the perfect way to remind yourself, when you need it, to choose what is best for your happiness.  20inch Stainless Steel with 2inch extender.  Available in gold and silver. Hypoallergenic  Designed by Confetti Rebels for YOU. Hurry, before we are sold out!  Got yours now? Spread your happiness on our Instagram to those who need it! Be featured on our page! #confettirebels @confetti_rebels

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