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This is What I Hate About Getting Old ⋆ John Harrer
Getting old robs me of a day. A week ago I was up early, had the horses fed, and began to prepare my oatmeal for breakfast. As I leaned over, I looked up and a sharp pain stabbed me in the lower back. Something tweaked. Bracing myself against the nearby hutch, I winced in pain.