A little bleary, but I love stuff like this and saved some particularly gruesome fuel and grocery receipts for the older kids to tuck in their yearbooks to compare as adults. Unfortunately for you, I have an impeccable memory, so I can add even more detail to this era. Picture it, the 80s…
I was a poor kid in class of ‘90, but still managed to have fiv…
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