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Love the 80s photo -- in 1983 I was eleven and dreaming about the electric-blue tube top of my dreams that I would one day wear when I reached the magical age of maturity, beyond which there was only senescence: sixteen. Maybe it's the haze of nostalgia, but I think you look really pretty in that photo!

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