Fifty years from now, I will sit my grandchildren upon my lap and tell them many stories... One might include this one - the weekend I got old.
I didn't see it coming...
First a headache.
Then my shoulder hurt.
Next my elbow.
I couldn't sleep... or I slept too much.
My only prediction of why I hurt...
I must be old.
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