Grow old along with me, the best of life is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.

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…put his hand under Sarah’s elbow to help her up the stairs. She was a little wobblier than usual. She’d insisted on wearing those slinky high heels which made her legs look sexy but, he knew, hurt her feet. And she’d had more to drink than she was used…

By Jean Ende