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Resurrection in the Truman Show Era

 I was texting with a friend the other day and we were talking about TikTok and how GenZ is coming for our side parts and our skinny jeans because they make us look "old," as if the generation who ate Tide Pods has any  room to criticize anyone  for sartorial choices. Criticize the politics all you want, sweet babies, but leave my side part out of it.  But I digress.  She said she felt old, that she would be turning 32 this year.  32? Girl, I'm going to be 34 this year. Oh! That's your Jesus year! WHAT????? Your Jesus year. Hang on. Let me check. Okay, nevermind. 33 is your Jesus year. 34 is the year he died.  It's supposedly like a year where you have your spiritual, intellectual, and political revolution. Idk. It's been a fucking hell of a year, dude. So... maybe accurate? 不 Okay, then. So 34. #ResurrectionYear. 不不不不不 I AM DEAD. I just spit water all over the baby laughing. Well, so she's been baptized! Friends, I hope you have that friend who make

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