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Ah, Dragons, every year that number just keeps ticking higher, now doesn't it? Just yesterday, I distinctly remember being twenty-one years old and freshly married! The whole world was ahead of me!
And now look at how positively ancient I am. Birthdays are less a cause for celebration than mourning. I can just see it, soon I'll have lines in my handsome face and then my hair will turn grey and I'll walk with a stoop and then it's all just a long sad shuffle towards and open grave.
Thirty-two. I'm practically a grandfather already. How am I ever going to comfort myself from this sad fate?
And now look at how positively ancient I am. Birthdays are less a cause for celebration than mourning. I can just see it, soon I'll have lines in my handsome face and then my hair will turn grey and I'll walk with a stoop and then it's all just a long sad shuffle towards and open grave.
Thirty-two. I'm practically a grandfather already. How am I ever going to comfort myself from this sad fate?