Many years ago, my friend Mike and I made a mutual declaration. As fellow ketchup lovers, we both asserted that we would gladly forgo 5 years of our lives if the alternative meant living a life without ketchup. As I get older and the sand at the bottom of the metaphorical hourglass which is my life ever gets deeper, I've changed my perspective some.
I'll say 4 years. 3.5 max.
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