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Thirty-Five

I always thought I鈥檇 be dead by thirty-five. I don鈥檛 know where this fixation came from, what triggered it, or why I believed it, but the imagined certainty that I wouldn鈥檛 live to see forty defined my 20s and early 30s in a very real way. My friends in university would tell me to stop… Continue reading Thirty-Five

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