Rachel and I were in the middle of sledding when she asked, "Can we have hot chocolate when we're done?"
"Of course!" I said. "Duh!"
"You sound really young. Like a 19-year-old," she said.
"Maybe I AM 19," I replied.
"No, you're not," she said. "19-year-olds don't have gray streaks in their hair."
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