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I miss drawing pens

I miss drawing pens. They were good to work with. There I’d be tapping away incessantly to my mother’s intense irritation. She took to banging away on the ceiling below with a broom handle begging me to stop, while I, blissfully unaware continued, listening through earphones to cassettes on my ghetto blaster as they were called then. Oh how the summer evenings flew by.

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  1. Emma Hamer Emma Hamer

    Oh yes I remember it well. Lovely to see my angel Cocoa features here.

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