A teenager at the shelter asked if I was a vampire.
At first I thought it was because I only work nights. It was explained later that it was her way of asking why I didn't look my age.
A few days later, I noticed gray hairs. Several of them.
I don't give a crap about aging. But I'm afraid of what will happen at the shelter when I can't make teenagers think I'm a vampire.
Friday, October 28, 2011
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