Caleb: Dear Seven-Pound-Eleven-Ounce-Baby Jesus, please give me skin that's not oily. Thirty is too old to suffer the afflictions of acne.
Kate: Welcome to thirty, dude. It's called second puberty; look it up. Turns out, it only gets worse from here.
Caleb: That's what they say. It's like you're young enough that you still have more to look forward to than what you've already experienced, but old enough to see the precipice of your inevitable demise approach on the horizon.
Kate: Yeah. It's like a race. We hurried to get here as fast as we could, and now we're doing anything to slow down before we reach the finish line.
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