As I sat down to dinner tonight, I felt so old. Not old as in, “oh, you’re so grown up, Cara, sitting down to a meal you’ve cooked yourself. Tomato soup, broccoli, a toasted English muffin, cranberry juice. How balanced! Look at you!” But old as in old, and tired, and resigned. I can imagine myself sitting down to this ridiculously lonely
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