The place is teeming with men who can’t believe I’m only 19. They’re on to something – I can’t believe I’m only 19, either. I can roast a chicken and choose the right wine at the supermarket. My mother has been dead for years. I’ve moved abroad. I bought a drill. I’m as old as I’ve been and as old as I’m going to get. It’s impossible that I’d know more than I do right now, here, at this table, with my chest thoughtfully turned toward the man next to me. He makes another self-deprecating joke about his age, and I laugh.
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"my chest thoughtfully turned" is the killer line xx