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Sunday, March 8, 2015
Old
Yesterday I was getting out of the tub and getting dressed when Elena arrived to spend the day.
"You are old, right?" Elena asked.
"Not really old, just a little bit old," I said.
"Is Nana old?"
"Just a little bit old, like me," I said.
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