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Getting Older
She’d been depressed at seeing how her parents had aged in just a couple of years. She hadn’t really contemplated time much before, it had seemed an endless resource. Seeing her lying listlessly in bed, he asked “Are you ok?” “I’m getting old,” she admitted, closing her eyes to conserve energy. “You’re turning 20,” he stated dryly, somewhere in the darkness. “Still,” she said, “You should know that I’ll start wrinkling, any day now, like a deflating balloon.” “Yeah, I was afraid of that.” He said. She opened her eyes and looked at him soberly. “You’re almost 27, are you getting crow's feet?” He flinched away from her outstretching hand. “No,” He responded confidently, but he checked his reflection in her dorm room mirror. “Soon, your libido will flag,” she informed him solemnly, taking his hand for comfort. He slipped off the bed and gently closed the bedroom door with a casual swipe of his hand. “You should start eating fiber,” she gasped, “and retirement planning!” “I’ve got a few good months left..” he said, as he came back to the bed and started unbuttoning the top of her yellow dress, “I might need someone, in the medical field, to keep an eye on me.” “I could do that,” she smiled, as his button work progressed, “I do need more clinical hours.”
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