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"How's your job going?" she asked me, holding her giggling baby, looking down despite her stature.

"Me?"

She nodded.

"Oh, I'm in school."

"You are? Where? … I didn't know that!"

[Small talk with group, then she turned to me.]

"So how old are you?"

I laughed. "Uh, 23."

"You are!?" Shocked, horrified, can-you-understand-what-this-means? look on her face.

"23 isn't old!" I said, somewhat condescendingly.

"Wow, you're really getting older, aren't you?" And her look said what many have thought: without marriage, you're incomplete.

What happened to Colossians?