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Cleaning out some disk space the other day, I came across some photos from a camping trip a few years back, photos I hadn't looked at since then. Looking at them, I remembered quite clearly what Frank was like at that age. The contrast between then and now is just astounding.
Like weeds, indeed.
Funny, I can't extrapolate into the future, though. This morning I was the platform waiting for the train and trying to imagine any of the hoary, tired middle-aged commuters as a toddler, and I couldn't do it. Were they really kids too?
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