CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
Eighteen years ago I had a conversation with a coworker who lamented that his father had him when he was in his fifties and that he likely wouldn't be able to spend much time with him due to the age gap, he was at the time in his 80s. I consoled him in his moment of ennui at the state of his parental conundrum of which he had no control. He just posted a pic of his parents anniversary celebration dinner on Facebook. Looks like he's doing fine. I mean he's hairless but at least he's enjoying a Bordeaux, life can't be that bad.
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