The classiest lady

Her genes were better than she wanted them to be—like both of her parents, she’d made it into her 90s, and she was somewhat less than thrilled by this. She’d just about had it with her good genes. “I’m ready to go,” she’d been sighing for years. “I don’t understand why I’m still here.” When I’d suggest that perhaps God still had a few plans left in store for her, she’d roll her eyes and smile.

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