I am trying to blend in by donning the garb of the indigenous peoples.
Seriously: between the 70s housedress, my dad's black dress socks & the 70s sandals, I could probs slip into the Red Robin for an earlybird dinner around 3 PM and no one would really know. I'll tell them that the reason I have such luminous pearl-colored unwrinkled skin is that I have Benjamin Button disease and I am really 107 years old and when I was a girl Grover Cleveland was President.
Also? It's warm here. How's that snow, New Yawk?
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