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I remember the first New Years Eve that I cried lying in bed.
I was sad the year was over, never to return.
I've loved the twelve years that we were able to write the same number in a row during a different sequential month.
Now it is over.
I would be lying if I said it didn't make me the tiniest bit sad.
We are heading into the teens.
One hundred years ago, WWI had not yet begun.
The world was a very different place.
In other news, Happy 97th Birthday, Frank Sinatra!
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