Supple, wily Monster of mine;
You wait for one of those mornings when I wake up thinking ill of myself in a fretful, petty way. I’ve been in too many discussions about the pros and cons of Botox and facelifts. Yesterday a young woman at the gym told me how terrific I looked, then added I wouldn’t think you were more than ______ and threw out a number higher than I would have wished.
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