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Rebecca: What matters is how you feel inside. So, with all that in mind, what would you say your soul's age is?
Val: I'd say, like 12. I mean, maybe a little older, probably old enough to drink... and bone. Maybe 18. 18 and a half. Almost out of the house. Don't have my own car yet... but I have a bike.
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Jenny: Mmmmm... Ahh! This one's good. What's it called again?
Abby: White wine.
Jenny: I frickin' love it.
Emily Spivey
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