What would happen if eight-year-old me met 54-year-old me?
What would the younger version of myself say?
“Old man, your epidermis is showing!”
Upon hearing this I would politely excuse myself and go to
my bedroom to inspect myself in front of a mirror to be positive nothing embarrassing
was amiss.
Then it would hit me. Hey, wait a minute, you little ….
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