[Thirty's a hell of a lot older than Mary can even fathom. Technically speaking, she is as old as that, if not older, but time has moved differently for her; she's still a little girl in every way possible. And though she's tried to imagine what it would be like to be older, her mind never went much past twenty. Thirty just seemed to far away, too unreachable. So to know for a fact that someone can be that old is... kind of amazing to her, and she regards Ralph with the same reverence you would give someone who ran into a burning building to save a kitten.]
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Wooow... That is old!