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The Change

I knew it was going to happen, it was preordained, so went in my living room, the furniture I rearranged, tried a new italian recipe, on my kitchen range, hopped on the bathroom scale, worried about weight gain, wonder if I'll ever have to walk, using a cane, have to start working out again, to Richard Simmons and Jack Lalane, will I start to drive, like the little old lady from Pasadena, with all that road rage, and get so hot from the hot flashes, have to move to Augusta, Maine, and by the way, don't you think they should call it womenopause for a change?

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