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28 Am I old? I don’t think so.But I don’t feel that young anymore either. Twenty-eight feels like standing in between—old enough to know better, young enough to still be figuring things out. It’s the age where life doesn’t feel like a straight line anymore. It bends. It stretches. It tests. I just realized I lost all my birthday write-ups from the past years. There were supposed to be eight…













