As I slide down the razor blade of life into my forties, and stoically (if I do say so myself) endure the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, why, oh why, did I wake up this morning to find a fresh zit on my chin?
At the very least, surviving until early middle age should shield one from the indignities of adolescence.
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