Another year, and July 18th is staring me the face again. Pah. As easy as it would be to wax poetic on what a strange age 20 is, I think this sums up everything I could say on the matter far more aptly:
"I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to
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