Getting old, I have noted, means both losing your hair and your friends. Don J, a friend of mine, informed me this afternoon that he was moving to Lima, Peru where his wife found a teaching position in a local University.
Tonight, i feel a bit balder than usual.
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Getting old for me means keeping my hair but not keeping my friends because I never had many to begin with. For some reason my friendships have seldom lasted more than a few months - I must have some ancient curse.
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