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I Can Remember I can remember the exact moment I realized that I was actually getting older and aging just like everyone else was. I was somewhere in my mid-thirties and making love with a woman who was, I think, twenty-one and absolutely striking. She had milky white skin, green eyes, and red hair. Real, red hair. (Jesus what happened to those days?) Anyway, at some point in the middle of our love-making I remember seeing my body and then looking at hers with its taut and flawless and sinewy flesh pushed up against mine and I knew. I truly understood for once, finally, and evermore that I was no longer young and would never be again.
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