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At twenty-five, you think you have time. You think heartbreak heals automatically. That money will figure itself out. That your body is invincible and your parents will always be there. You're wrong. This is not a self-help book. This is a confession. Written as a letter to his younger sister, C.M. Engue lays bare the lessons he learned the expensive way-wasting $300,000 on things that didn't matter, choosing work over family until it was almost too late, and treating his body like it would run forever until it suddenly didn't. From the rawness of a drunk poet at 3am to the hard-won wisdom of someone who finally figured it out, these 25 chapters don't sugarcoat the truth: Your version of you will never exist again. The people who stay are rare-keep them. Money is a language most people never learn. Your health is on loan, not permanent. And the biggest lie you tell yourself is ""I'll do it later."" This isn't motivational. It's honest. This isn't inspirational. It's real. This isn't Instagram wisdom. It's what your older brother would tell you if he loved you enough to be brutal. Perfect for anyone in their twenties navigating the chaos of becoming an adult. Even better for anyone in their thirties who wishes someone had told them this sooner. Because at twenty-five, you think you have time. You don't.

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