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Bumped into my friend Jeremy over at the basketball court today — he's only 12 and covered in freckles, but goes to a Magnet school, so I consider him almost equal to me.
We got bored, so I turned philosophical.
"Say, Jeremy," I said, "theoretically speaking, would you say it's in the realm of possibility that you could marry someone who was, say, 10 years younger than you? I mean, let's say you're 40 years old ... could you imagine having a wife that's 30 years old?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Jeremy said.
"Do you realize that, if you do that, your future wife is now only 2 years old?" I said. "Kinda creepy, huh?"
Jeremy seemed to agree, but stared into space without comment. Then said he had to go home for dinner, even though it was only 4:30 p.m.
We got bored, so I turned philosophical.
"Say, Jeremy," I said, "theoretically speaking, would you say it's in the realm of possibility that you could marry someone who was, say, 10 years younger than you? I mean, let's say you're 40 years old ... could you imagine having a wife that's 30 years old?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Jeremy said.
"Do you realize that, if you do that, your future wife is now only 2 years old?" I said. "Kinda creepy, huh?"
Jeremy seemed to agree, but stared into space without comment. Then said he had to go home for dinner, even though it was only 4:30 p.m.
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