They thought they were untouchable. They thought age was a punchline, something to poke at with cheap questions and cheaper courage. The bar hummed with the smugness of people who still believed time was on their side. But when she finally answered, the air shifted. One sentence. No flinch. No apology. Just a clean, precise cut that turned their mockery into a mirror. Their laughter snagged, then broke, then spilled into something rawer as they realized the joke had never been about her years, but their terror of their ow… Continues…
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