Today, I noticed a lot of hanging on. I was just hanging on until I could get home and shuck my work clothes (read this as "bra") and get on some comfy clothes and have a cold drink. Then, when I got home, I noticed how my mother and my aunt seem to be hanging on as well. They, however, are hanging on to their walkers, or hanging on to the edges of the table or kitchen counters as they try to move independently in the house. So, we're all hanging on in our own ways it seems...
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