I should feel guilty right now, but for some reason I don't. For the past few weeks I've been lying about my age to anyone and everyone who asks. Hey Liz, how old are we? OVER 18! It just seems like a much better age to be. In a perfect world, I'd be 21 of course; but I'll take what I can get. I can pretty much trace this constant deception to one
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