Aren’t you excited about the party you’re at, what, with all the small talk and the mingling and the catching up on life and work? People are decked out in ill-fitting jeans and comfortable shoes, cracking dad jokes while eating focaccia flavoured with haste and regret. The kids have gotten so big! Weren’t they just babies? Time flies, except now, you think. You keep your eye on the man who drinks his first beer too fast for our age and you know he’s doing it to be able to bear us, bear ...
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