I've decided
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I've decided age is an artificial construct.
Where is it written that I have to be a certain age? Drivers license? Birth certificate?
I wasn't allowed to proofread or sign off on that birth certificate, and the drivers license is based on it, too.
I declare both to be imperfect, and thus invalid as proof of my actual age. I'll let you know when I determine my real age.
This could take a while.
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I'm precisely at an age where the number will remain meaningless for years if not decades, yet I'm also the standard patient example for every medical student on the planet. It's weird.
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Age is undefeated.
Always remember, Operation Valkyrie was an act of sedition.
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The cure for age is cakes. Lots of cakes. And cats. Frogs, maybe.
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Bingo! Yesterday was mah birthday! However, that does not mean I am any older. The birth certificate was never signed by me at the time, so its correctness cannot be verified.
However, I will need cake to help with my search to verify my true age, which cannot possibly be as much as indicated by the ridiculous claims of these so-called official documents. Yes, this will be a long process, so much cake is required.
The frogs are already hunting for the truth to this whole thing, but they had to have some crickets and flies first.
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HBD, Brenda!
