A few days after her birthday, I popped in to check on one resthome resident who had just turned a hundred, and she was sitting at her one desk in her living room, and like every square inch of her desk was covered in cards that she had stood up so they faced her.
"Oh my gosh, what is that?!?" I was like, to her. "Did you get a card for every year of your life?!?"
"Probably two," she was like.
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