I buy my first pair of reading glasses. My wife almost weeps when she sees them.
“You’re getting old,” she says.
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She spent a great deal of time staring into space, oppressed by the sense that she was waiting. But waiting for what? Surely someone would call, someone must be needing her. Yet each day proceeded like the one before. — Evan Connell, Mrs. Bridge
She spent a great deal of time staring into space, oppressed by the sense that she was waiting. But waiting for what? Surely someone would call, someone must be needing her. Yet each day proceeded like the one before.
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