This morning Katie was standing in the middle of the living room looking like she was deep in thought.
She sighed, “I’m going to be twenty years old in three months. I’m not sure I’m okay with that.”
“I’m going to be fifty-five in two months,” I responded dryly.
“Yeah, I’m okay with that,” she chirped.
She sighed, “I’m going to be twenty years old in three months. I’m not sure I’m okay with that.”
“I’m going to be fifty-five in two months,” I responded dryly.
“Yeah, I’m okay with that,” she chirped.
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