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June 19, 2009

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Oh, back when kids were kids and Mr. Potatohead came with sharp, pointy body parts that you could stick into actual potatoes (or siblings, I suppose).

The hours we spent in our dusty basements, breathing in dust and toxic goop. Playing with an electric hot plate and metal molds. Walking down the train tracks to Caldors to buy more Goop..But we all survived ..Good times

Adam - life was very innocent then.

Sue - great memories.

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