Dear Writer,
Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1999.
I remember one summer night in the mid-80s, walking down the street with my friends and someone had a boom box blasting Prince’s “1999” because back then you had to earn your mobile entertainment with physical labor and we were all screaming the lyrics into the balmy darkness and laughing at the ludic…
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