I have a birthday coming up that a lot of women spend their whole lives dreading. I can sense that I, too, am supposed to dread it. I think this is the point where culture has decided I’m no longer young - you know, the world’s most valuable, most coveted word. Now, I’m just an adult. An adult with no prefix.
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