I can’t be 60-years-old. I simply cannot be 60. Six-oh-no! When did it happen? How the hell did it happen? I remember my mother at 60. Sixty was my mother, not me. Sixty sounds so old. But, the day has arrived. No matter how I fought it. It arrived. Today. My birthday. Can I just skip this day?
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