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Night.
I'm absolutely convinced I can play a perfect game of Super Mario Bros. 2 in my head. Using the warp jump to skip levels, of course.
And, yet, the sympathy-system some friends got me, which is a Dreamcast, and the only videogame system I've ever owned not called a computer, sits lonely in a box, entirely unlooked at in nearly half a year. Except, I guess, for my brother's brother getting it out when I was out of town. |
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