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Confessions of a Former Dumba$s
I don’t look back on my 20s with a lot of fondness. I wish I did. I hope most of you do. I mean, on the surface it’s a great time to be alive: there’s no arm flab yet, no wrinkles around our eyes, no grey in the hair. The things I spend hours on now to just “maintain,” like arm strength and overall stability (trying to watch me do some of the strength exercises meant to help with that is hilarious – the Leaning Tower of Pisa has nothing on me!), but that was all taken for gra
Cheryl Veldman
Aug 175 min read
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