One day. while I was waiting outside, playing with my IPhone apps, I begun to notice a group of people pointing and laughing at me. Perplexed, I stare back at them in a friendly manner. Then they start whispering among themselves and nominate someone to come over and talk to me. That person asked, 'Is this your pillow?'
I know I am not young, but do I really looked like I was born in 1920?
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