French
I can remember my French teacher saying finally, Antoine, time now to put away your writing & join the class.
That was back in the day when I could hold the pen like a hammer in my hand and chisel out great works in ink with a 19-cent Bic pen.
How unlike these days where it takes all my concentration to keep a grip with these numb fingers and hope someday I'll be able to read these scribbles.
Mais, oui. (But, yes!)
I was wondering, how does it feel to be too old to cross your legs?
As if I didn't know ;-)
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