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Sometimes when I get ready in the morning, I do a final mirror check and wonder what my high school self would think about my middle-aged self. Profound horror? Oh, that’s all right? Jesus, never let me get to the mid-forties? Why are you wearing a blazer, you sell out? My friends from high school still can’t believe it when I wear a suit to work. Mike calls me Corporate Barbie.

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