Ouch
By When asked, I’ve always said that if I didn’t pass quietly in my sleep at the age of 85, I would want to die — heroically defending my reputation for dexterity and rhythm — in a dance contest.
Looks like I need a new Plan B.
When asked, I’ve always said that if I didn’t pass quietly in my sleep at the age of 85, I would want to die — heroically defending my reputation for dexterity and rhythm — in a dance contest.
Looks like I need a new Plan B.