Fifty-seven

 Peggy,

    Oh I have just a few, sadly. I'm not much of a plant parent. 

    Yeah, struggling with words is a small hell of aging. Cornelia Funke wrote (through one of her characters, a writer) what good is a writer if one no longer cares about the power of words, or something like that. Just don't stop. But I don't know.

    Nothing ever happens to me. 

    No. I don't want to work there. Not now anyway. Selfish, I guess. Of my time, I mean.

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