My birthday is coming up. Not that it bothers me. Or that we’re going to do something fabulous. It will probably come sweetly and softly and leave just as quietly as always. I’ll be 32. I remember thinking recently about how when we were in high school, 32 seemed SO. MUCH. OLDER. Not “old” I would never say that. I wouldn’t have then, either. I think as long as my …
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