ory end?

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    Eigimes, and despite my oance of my age, it still amazes me t I  been warm since George Bus.

    I  is for everyone my age.

    My life? It isnt easy to explain. It  been tacular I fancied it  neit (native to t  resembled a blue-cock: fairly stable, more ups trending upime. A good buy, a lucky buy, and Ive learned t not everyone can say t  do not be misled. I am nots, and Ive led a common life. ts dedicated to me and my name ten, but Ive loved anot and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

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    time, unfortunately, doesnt make it easy to stay on course. traig no is stre accumulate over a lifetime. Until t  its impossible norong nor  like an old party balloon: listless, spongy, and groer over time.

    I couged eyes I cc is time to go.

    I stand from my seat by topping at to pick up tebook I imes. I do not glance t.

    Instead I slip it beneatinue on my o t go.

    I iled floors,  people  for television, but to it.

    A person can get used to anytime.

    I ance and knoly w eacings.

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    quot;t; I ;I  turns out ; But tly to me about it. Im sure t o talk about it so early in t.

    A minute later, I reac usually is. too smile at me as I enter.

    quot;Good morning,quot; take a moment to ask about tions. e talk above te or so. t seem to notice; to it, but then again, so have I.

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    I sit for just a second and stare at  s return tand, for s knoo urning arengto be , my fait of questions I definitely  anser Im gone.

    Ready no of my pocket comes a magnifier. I put it on table for a moment  takes to get to t page. t the magnifier in place.

    t rigo read tory  kno matter. Its ty t keeps me going, not tee, a sort of . And t anything is possible.

    I realize t me. But science is not total ansime. And t leaves me  miracles, no matter  regard to tural order of t as I do every day, I begin to read tebook aloud, so t s, in t t o dominate my life  maybe, it will.