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 “I bet you gave your teachers a really hard time.”  Then he rolled over and kissed me on the cheek.

I rolled my eyes, “You act like I’m so much younger than you. You’re barely ten years older than me.”

“Ten years and three months.”

Again, I rolled my eyes. “So what?”

He stared at the ceiling, “We’re in different generations.”

“Oh no! Well, I guess we can’t get married then, huh?” I think he laughed at the sarcasm in my voice. “Besides, age and time are arbitrary constructs. The only value they have is what we place on them.”

“Spoken like a member of Gen Z.”

I hit him with a pillow.

“Who just turned 22.”

“I’m 23 you asshole.” But even as I said it, I climbed on top of him and covered his mouth with mine. I was getting bored of our conversation.