Wednesday 2 November 2011

Dojo Conversations

I was telling my orange-belted dojo friend how I just spent three years in Amerikat, finishing up my degree. She gives me a strange look. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
"I thought you were a few years younger than me."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-one."
Which is funny, because all this time I thought that she was at least twenty-six.

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