"Adulthood is like looking both ways before you cross the street, then getting hit by an airplane"

[LiberalArkie]

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"I'm sorry to bring you here like this."

"Not at all, my dear boy. Not at all."

"But, you see, I have to know… I have to know, and you're the only one –"

"I get it," the old man interrupted me. He puffed his cheeks weakly, like it took him great effort just to breathe, and then he leaned back against the armchair and his eyes turned to the crackling of the fireplace. "Ask away."

"Well… it's pretty simple, actually." I leaned forward. "What's it like?"

His eyes turned to me, and he almost smiled. "What's it like?"

"Yeah. Life. Growing up. Being old." I paused. "Well, not that I'm calling you old, I just –"

"It's okay, dear boy," he laughed. "I am old. That's why you brought me here."

I said nothing. He arranged himself on the armchair like he had all the time in the world. Then his eyes went up to me again. "It's… hard."

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[Iggo]

1. Really, really good.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

2. Very true...