Being an Old Broad isn't so bad. I can stand in the dark after heating up water and watch the electric burner fade from red glow to black just to see how long it takes. When I catch a spider in the house, I can carry it outside instead of just stomping on it. When the leaves blow, I can run to the middle of the street to see if I can feel the whirlwind. If anyone notices me doing these things, they just excuse it, thinking "crazy old broad."
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