Last month--
Me: "Can we go to a nursing home together?"
Sayers: "Hopefully we'll still remember each other."
Today--
Me: "When we move to the same town someday, we can walk together!"
Sayers: "If we can still walk."
And first thing this morning--
Me: "Ah! I am 25 and my face looks old!"
Sayers: "No, your face looks old because we slept four hours last night."
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