When you pick up an old book, cover faded, pages yellowed, something that looks like the books on your dad's shelf in the basement, and realize that it was printed in 1980, a decade you still remember reasonably well, and that makes it 31 years old... well, those printers can sod off. It's their shitty paper. I'm not old. Look at all this hair! And none of it gray. Those hairs in my beard don't count.
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