When I was sixteen I made a fifty dollar bet with a printer of early middle years that before my 50th birthday I would die because nuclear war would erupt in the Middle East and then spread to the rest of the world. Unfortunately when I reached age fifty I was unable to find him to pay him his winnings. Almost 20 years after that I still acknowledge that I own him the money.
My point is that you are probably wrong. But then again . . . maybe not. Best of good fortune in future decades.
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