I keep waiting to feel old.
Maybe because it's happening to me, it's too gradual to see it. Maybe there have been changes that I just don't notice. But I don't feel any older. I still think I look good in pigtails. I still get pimples, dammit. I still race up and down the stairs. I gasped in delight when I got a Barbie magazine (for God
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