Where has the time gone?

What terrifies me most as the reality of adulthood grows near is not the choice I made to pursue a life in writing, but rather the notion that it now may be too late to do something different.
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The last one

Off the Beat

The lasts just keep coming: last class, last time seeing a friend, last staff meeting, last article, last house dinner, last month and last column. 
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