As I get older, I'm figuring out more and more that I am older. A lot of the time, I feel like a relic from a time long gone. The irritated looks and comments I get when I walk someone to her apartment at night, the blank stares when I pull out a Sinatra lyric, the stifled laughter when I clean up broken glass, the late night discussions of
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