I’m 34 years of age. I’ve been through school, university, and have worked for nearly fourteen years.
I’ve had friendships come and go, relationships crumble and flourish. I’ve travelled the world and carved out a small space of the world for myself.
My hair is starting to thin, I’m two jeans sizes bigger than in my mid-twenties, and my body is no longer …
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