When I was a kid, every once and a while I'd get my hands on a comic book. You know, one of those old 24-page mother fuckers, barely room enough for anything to happen at all. Sometimes I'd get a 48- or 64-page special: actually a lot of the time. Those tended to be the ones that looked most appealing on the shelves. This was the nineties, so
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