Raining, Threes

Tropical rain dumped a summer's worth of water through my gutters.

They say age is just a number, but that's bad database design. You should store a birthdate and calculate age at runtime.

I hit a three pointer tonight, my first since the world's last birthday, and not something I take for granted.

Long may it reign...

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