felt old watching young people do things
Today while lumbering up Brickell Avenue, a pale sweaty thing in dark clothes with a thinning bob of humidity-frazzled hair, I noticed–as one will sometimes notice–that a very fit and attractive woman dressed in form-fitting professional clothes was talking into a microphone on the front steps of a stately building. Meanwhile a barrel-chested man with a wispy beard and a professional-grade camera…
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