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So, it happened again. I was asked if my parents were home by some kid, at least 5 years younger than me with a clip board, peddling his wares (or some cheaper alternative to one of our utilities) on my doorstep.

I don’t know what’s worse; the fact that I apparently look like a teenager at 28, or that I replied “No, they’re at work, sorry” and closed the door.

I might need to cool it with the sun dresses but at least I can go a few years without worrying about night cream.

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