Maybe those mail-senders know me better than I know myself, because I just found out that I have early-onset osteoarthritis. Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? Gray hair and regular colonoscopies starting at twenty-three... arthritis and orthotics at thirty-three... It's like my very
body is giving up on me. Like it just skipped my child-bearing years and went straight to old age.
God I love being alive. It's the best.
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