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Staying Crisp
Snip. There goes my potential heart disease. Snip, snip. Goodbye acne and dry frizzy hair. Stitch. Hello, hint of eumelanin. Hello, Jared Leto eyes. Stitch, stitch. Hello, glorious member, envy of all men.
When I was little, there were a lot of things I didn't quite understand about aging.
Why are there so many ads on television for pimple cream? I'd ask my brother.
Why don't you have any hair in the middle part of your head? I'd ask my father.
Why don't you race me up the stairs anymore? I'd ask my mother.
Age, they'd respond. Getting old, they'd say. Life, they'd mutter.
It wasn't a good enough answer for me, because before "age" was the reason behind all their ailments, it seemed to be the very source of their power.
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