Overheard in a Dirksen hallway - two giggly girls wandering around quickly. It was difficult to tell their age - could have been teens, could have been twenties. Bubbly #1: Yeah, haha, we hung out with them on Saturday. Giggling #2: Are his friends cute? Bubbly #1: Oh yeah. Wanna pick one? Giggling #2: For sure! ::Commence giggling stride:: I distinctly recall one of them reciting these sage words: I keep getting older, they just stay the same.
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