“In the past, clothes were made to fit people,” Andrew Sehla was playing chess with Arlo Campbell. “These days, people are trying to fit into clothes. That’s how much the minds of people have degraded. My second granddaughter is no exception. She liked a dress, and now, she’s on a diet to fit into that dress.”

“Isn’t that still beneficial to her if she reduces her weight?” Arlo opined.

“Yes, but not when it’s for a fucking dress,” Andrew hissed. “Will she reduce her weight if her mother asks he