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And you're getting old yourself.
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Not far off 50. Last ten years whizzed by.
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Next ten years will go even quicker.
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Death beckons.
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So for God's sake, live a bit,
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go out and grab a woman, a younger woman, with firmer flesh.
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How deep is it?
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- What? - The hole you're in.
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It's bottomless.
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Then give her up.
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I left it there.
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I think it's the clutch again.