Our high school class reunion is coming up. They say it's the 30th but that just seems crazy and must be a mathematical mistake. I remember babysitting for my cousins when their folks were going to their 10th, maybe 15th, and I thought that made the folks, like, embarrassingly old. Ha, man, how a perspective can change. And I know down the line, I'll be wishing to go back to when it was just a 30th.
On the shirt, I'm at the end of the cross of the T and Gary's below the e.
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