Assuming the word "retire" is still defined as "stopping working" by the time me and my generation get to the ripe old age of liverspots and incontinence (or, conversely, full on cyborgian conversion), I would consider moving to small town Mexico just to cuss, argue, throw back beers, shoot at cans, and eat with
this guy. Who will be long since
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That's more what I meant.
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I 'spect she doesn't see it that way.... but she probably will someday.
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the worrying was taught to me by my mom.
i basically developed this certain kind of apathy that lives by the don't sweat the small stuff, or the things out of your control. i like it.
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