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It was two years ago, around the time the organization opened a club under its name at the push of the younger members. I was sitting in the corner, bored out of my mind by the drinking and dancing, when a kid who looked barely twenty suddenly held out a phone. Just one word. "Number." I looked up, thinking I'd misheard, but they were just holding the phone out with the most bored expression in the world. I smirked and typed my number into the phone. "I'm a lot older than you, kid." "I don't care." Bold. That was the charm. We exchanged contacts, met up occasionally, and before I knew it, we were dating and then married. The kid is consistent, but that's the problem. Taciturn, indifferent, and always picking at small things. I can't even snap at someone so much younger than me.