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I turned 62 on June 30th, can bench press more than my weight and every day people tell me, "Harris, you don't look a day over 59." My newfound beauty just kills my buddy, Dave the Printer. He is 66, dumb enough to own a printing company and insanely jealous of my bronze sculpted body. He has no column anywhere; he probably can't write a complete sentence, so he has no way to fight back except with his "hate" phone calls.
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