The whole concept of time, I mean. It's my birthday in four weeks, and I'll be thirty-nine. That's ollllld. With five Ls. There's no pretending it's "early-thirties", and to be honest I still haven't come to terms with being thirty-anything yet. I'm definitely not prepared for 39. And don't even think about mentioning what happens the year after that. I'm warning you.
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