As the getting-yanked-out-from-a-uterus day closes in, I almost wish if I could skip the day altogether. And to think that not even a cupla years back I was a happy monkey unleashed at the prospect of a full house! * sigh * o yes, I grow old. And with that I realize that the mind is the eternal time-traveler, and the greatest alchemist.
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I know this feeling.
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