In my woken-from-a-sound-sleep consciousness, I'm always 22.
In my present life, I'll be 9 in August.
This is my tenth life, close as I can figure, given the senile dementia.
According to the calendar, I've used up 70 years' worth of oxygen, and given back only 50 years' worth of service.
Better stick around a while longer and pick up the slack!
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