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|Prompt: This is what my bones keep saying. You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.
I hate this expression but my Great Grandma used this expression. She would say my bones keep saying it is going to rain, I am getting old, I have a bad feeling in my bones about him. Now, for me.
My bones say I need to retire. Two years or les I hope I hope. I have no ambition. I need to work less. I need to write more. I need to take better care of myself. My bones say I should rest more. I just hope my bones and me hold up. After two surgeries, me and my bones have been through a lot. I relax when I can.