"I Tell Myself" Sunday drafting session 1

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@@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ I fear the explanation requires some personal backstory about me. I ... almost d
 
 But I shouldn't let that worry control what I write in _this_ post, because _this_ post isn't about making arguments that might convince anyone of anything: I _already_ made my arguments, and it _mostly didn't work_. _This_ post is about telling the story about that, so that I can finish grieving for the systematically-correct-reasoning community that I _thought_ I had, and make peace with the world I _actually_ live in.
 
-So, some backstory about me. Ever since I was thirteen years old—
+So, some backstory about me. Ever since I was fourteen years old—
 
 (and I _really_ didn't expect to be blogging about this eighteen years later)