I found a thick folder full of old drawings when I was at my parents' the other day. I took it home to sort through it (and, of course, shield its potentially mortifying contents from anyone who might happen upon it). It's filled with drawings people did for me along with my own. Shit. I remember every one; each its own private jet into
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