They say, You’re never too old to learn. And I’m worried that I may have to cast aside one of the touchstones by which I live my live.
Not that I’ve got anything against dragons, you understand. Just everything they stand for.
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This past weekend, I celebrated my Fifth Strokiversary (1, 2, 3, 4). Which I guess means Stroke Bloke is five.
A fair amount of water has passed under the bridge in five years. Let’s reflect, shall we?
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