"'How old are you, anyway?' she asked, squinting at him.
There was a pause. At last he said, 'Why do you want to know?'
'I just wondered,' said Winnie.
'All right. I'm one hundred and four years old,' he told her solemnly.
'No, I mean really,' she persisted.
'Well then.' he said, 'if you must know, I'm seventeen.'
'Oh,' said Winnie hopelessly. 'Seventeen. That's old.'
'You have no idea,' he agreed with a nod."
ur Tuck Everlasting av Natalie Babbitt
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