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B: The happiest time? (…) This must be the happiest time: half of being adult done, the rest ahead of me. Old enough to be a little wise, past being really dumb… (…) Enough shit gone through to have a sense of the shit that’s ahead (…). What I like most about being where I am is that there’s a lot I don’t have to go through anymore (…).

[Edward Albee, Three Tall Women, 1994]