Unfinished Stories

The brain loves unfinished stories.

They age like wine.

But the older you get, the easier it gets to just simply forget about them.

I admit getting older was more fun than anyone told me.

I wish I was older, back when I was surrounded by, you know, insufficient idiots. None of those pathetic thugs were worth any attention.

But then, you are younger, and you have more trust in people.

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