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“Someday decades from now, when you and Sabine are hobbling around in your old-people pants and orthopedic shoes, yelling at grandchildren and reminiscing about the days when you could still see your feet, unimpeded by the view of your gut, I will still be basking in the glow of eternal youth, forever young, forever golden, forever—” “In love with the face in the mirror and the sound of your own voice,” I finished for him, and Nash laughed.”

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Rachel Vincent
Rachel Vincent

Rachel Vincent, born in 1978, is an accomplished American author known for her unique narrative style and emotional depth in her writings. Her works have gained popularity among readers worldwide. more

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