"You're going to age gradually, about twenty years every hour," she responded nonchalantly.
"Yeah right," you respond,not really believing her.
"I really did, and I'll see you for dinner at that little place in the mall. That is, if you get tired of the new/old you. See ya."
And with that, she heads out the door, leaving you wondering, but still unsure.
"Oh what the hell," you comment," I'm not going to let her get the better of me. Im going..."