As I sit here, binging on a ahndful of munchkins and a big old glass of milk, a thought occurs to me: My birthday's in two days. I'll be twenty-nine. That thought, of course, leads to another: I'm getting old. Before you know it, they'll expect me to walk around with a shawl and a cane. Twenty-nine. Wow. I still barely feel twenty-eight, you
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