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Because I am what some would call 'an old lady,' with almost white hair and a few wrinkles, I'm let off with a, "really ma'am, you aren't allowed in here."
And I say, "Oh, I'm sorry, of course. How silly of me."
They smile and my dog and I go our way. She's had her run, I've had my fun and the warners feel like they've been kind to a grandmotherly type. (This is just one of the perks of getting older.)
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