Things reach a certain age,
an age at which
things don't work
the way they once did.
The battery in your car,
the battery in your phone,
the battery in your laptop die
but these can be replaced.
Not so the battery in you.
But today your battery's en fuego
so you tell the wife tonight's the night.
Dinner and a movie first, of course.
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