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Sam thought he’d rather be like his father, who tried, than like his mother, who watched her life go by like she was a spectator at a parade that slightly displeased her.
It was a strange thing about getting old: everyone imagined you knew nothing about anything, or that you couldn’t “handle” it—as if you hadn’t handled a thousand things they had no idea about before they were even born.
