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Yesterday morning my mom ran into my room, sharply threw a furious puppy on me, laughed and ran away. She is 47 years old.

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What a nightmare.
And it is true, after 40 it is only necessary to wept, tie a sweater and walk with a stick on the tails, asking for a place on the cemetery with a toothless mouth.
And after fifty, lie down in the grave and wait for them to be taken there.

Andrei, 49 years old, four-time grandfather, 8 Persians 100+ at Perfect World