Some of the most virile kids in my high
school class kicked early from heart disease in their early fifties. It's been reported by talking heads and columns there is a correlation between early puberty and early croaking, so, me, having been a 'wuss,' can gloat freely for having an enviable circulatory system now, and a half bright future, as opposed to none for the more popular, better liked jocks who are now toast. Some of the decedents had been super studs, while I was still a lisping, puny, weakling on the perifery of social orders too obnoxious to compete in. The lisp is now deep and sonorous. I'm taller than most former super studs. It was an optical illusion, squished in time. The new evolution is limpid.
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