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Getting old isn’t for sissies because
sissies aren’t wise enough to compensate for getting kicked in the teeth by fate and then biting back with a false plate. A full set of dentures is just great I can eat anything I want to eat, as long as I’m willing to compensate when consuming corn on the cob or whole apples; just give me the corn and a sharp knife I’ll cut the kernels off right there in the restaurant, while the rest of the customers watch in despair. The skin of an apple my teeth can’t chew, so I’ll remove apple’s peeling and, if you like, I’ll give the skin to you.
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