When I was twenty-five, I started dating a man who was thirteen years older than me. Perhaps that makes you think he was a mature businessman of some sort, but no...he was a magician. Can it get any worse? Yes, because he wasn’t a successful magician, he was an aspiring magician. It was his side hustle. His main career was much more respectable: improv!

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