It already started: the trickling. It’s been weeks since I’ve had a chance to change the course of time and pop one in the oven. Without warning, in the midst of choosing whether I should buy the Drumstick cones or the mint and chip quarter-tub, it came; like a geyser seeking refuge from a hidden mountain on a stuffy summer’s day. The fountain of youth, constantly reminding me that hot flashes are THAT far away; fifty couldn’t come any quicker. I need a drink.
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