"–Despite the fact that I’m only 22, I feel that by the time I get back from Ukraine I’ll be extraordinarily old. I mean, I’ll be 24…that’s like having a foot in the grave and a shovel in your hand. Or, I won’t be different at all. Or, I’ll be something in between. I’m tired, get off my lawn.
That is all" - The Collins'ditto, dittoo. I'll be an old maid, while at least y'all are already married.
I run because I need the exercise and because it's supposed to be relaxing. Alas, there's nothing relaxing about running past a smoldering heap of trash or people who stop to gawk or yell out helpful commentary like, "You are exercise!"... I love my life. and today is friday.
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