We determined a long time ago that you and I would be nuts and crazy grumpy, sitting on a porch raving about the world when we're old. Pretty much same as now only far worse.
Well, you'd be worse. I'm like a fine wine, I get better with age. Or was it that I'm too expensive?... Or that I tast like rotten grapes... No, I'm pretty sure the first one.
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