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New woman at work, the other morning in the pub, said to me (after hearing me arguing passionately about Star Wars/comics etc...)... "that's really cool. You're 30, but you've still got a real sense of wonder, haven't you?" (in a very sarcy tone of voice).
Reminds me of my old boss, when, seeing me get really excited about a bunch of dumb shit, said: "Fuck. Every day must be like Christmas for you."
And an old flatmate, who said all men were six years old. Except me and one of my friends, who were four.
Am I just a kid really?
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