1824 2 2
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It's the way an earnest five-year-old boy pronounces every single letter as he whispers. Something about octopuses, something else about peas.
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197920
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When I was a kid I loved my records. Yes, in the late 70’s and early 80’s we still listened to records. I’d often steal my parents’. They had the good stuff.
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11800
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ong after song. Note after note. Swig after swig. The set comes to an end. There is a collective sigh of relief that no more energy need be expended and one of disappointment that the night is coming to a conclusion.
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