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You Know How It Is. Or Maybe You Don't. Maybe I Don't. Maybe, in Fact, None of Us Does

What does it mean that I have to sit and think for several minutes, and eventually have to count on my fingers, to figure out exactly how old I am?

I don't know what it means, but I know it's appalling, the fact that I have to do it, and the number I eventually end up with.

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