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I've still got enough time I can pretend like I'll never hit forty (and when it hits me everybody can point and laugh at my delusions of eternal youth), but I did have to actually move up my age limit on romantic pursuits this summer, which made me feel terribly old - and stodgy - for a bit. I may be youngish-looking, but who would have known spending the summer in Nebraska would mean being asked out on a regular basis by highschoolers?
Pacific, if I don't manage the immortal youth thing, y'know, make sure the future remembers me after the nuclear disaster superflood world-governed-by-apes thing hits and passes. (Also, be aware, we may laugh at you when you're sitting in the age hot-seat and we're all superevolved Carousel-surviving unpossible-to-kill legends.) |
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