There's a lot I like about getting older: friends I've known for half a century... senior citizen discount... the pleasure of secretly knowing it all... But I'm not crazy about the sneak attacks on my beloved, who right now is moldering in Bellevue after falling yesterday, hitting his head, & passing out. It sucks to see his beautiful face scarred, his lilting walk crumpled to a shuffle, his thinking uncertain. He's still great, he's still my handsome winsome Johnny, he's still a man's man & a woman's dream. But....
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