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I feel like I am having an ugly century.

Besides the fact that I havent even been alive for two decades, an ugly century seems to be appropriate because I resemble my grandma so much. Not in eyes, mouth, mannerisms or wit; but style.

Sad, but true.

I am a grandma deep down inside.

And I dont know what to do about it. But lately it seems to be "caning" my bruises.