Numbers That Matter

by starkish

After hurting my back from past intense riding I have started to feel age catch up on me. This age complex then starts seeping into your head and becomes your actions. My sweet fangs have reclined and I say to the Mamak ‘Milo kurang manis satu Boss,’ and smile tiredly at Father Time. ‘No child, you can not go back … age with grace,’ Father Time says, shimmers and disappears. ‘Boss!’ I scream amongst chaos, ‘Tukar order! Milo Dinosaur Tabur satu!’ And a tummy ache shortly follows and I feel young again.

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