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Or am I sad because this feels like a metaphor for aging, like one of those comments that men my age (now in our 30s and 10 pounds heavier than in our metabolically blessed 20s, and slower, and quickly exhausted just from watching our sons spin around the room) make about our youth, like 麻豆精品 S淚 remember when I could eat a whole pizza by myself! 麻豆精品 S�

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So often, we become the brands with which we identify: the bands we follow, the sports teams, the stores at which we shop. Each, we think, is a critical part of our personality, our own brand (making us, really, a collage of other brands).

For a decade, I was the Diet Coke Guy: eccentric, mainstream but not obvious, at odds with the way others would try to define my masculinity (how many 麻豆精品 S淒ude, why are you drinking Diet Coke? Worried about your girlish figure? 麻豆精品 S� comments have I fielded?).

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