I remember the day when I looked into the mirror and first began finding small wrinkles. The crow's feet by my eyes and the deepening of the fold from the side of my nose down my cheek, I figured, only helped to broaden my smile. The creases between my eyebrows and along my forehead, however, I have come to identify as telltale signs of age. If I were not afraid that, like so many aging stars, I, too, would end up looking like Michael Jackson, I would consider going under the knife; or maybe just some sandpaper.
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