On Saturday I turned 25 (a quarter-century, as people kept reminding me), and as if in some kind of cruel imitation of the way it feels to suddenly realize that you have to start being an adult, a few dozen people thought it would be funny to jump out and scream at me in unison as I (expecting nothing more frightening than a pile of steamed crabs)
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