Since my birthday is in September, I have a habit of spending the summer months telling people I'm the age I'm about to turn. I believe this started in 1982, when I just couldn't wait to turn 10. More recently, I had the bordering-on-existential experience of telling someone I'm 35. It still seems like an age that's far in the distance, but it's right there in front of me.
Saturday, August 4
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I turned 59 on Saturday. You're young, Cheryl.
Gennee
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