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raze some of my most treasured formative moments, recorded before i knew enough to understand what rules i was breaking, wouldn't survive at all if i hadn't found an absurd joy in hearing myself chirp like a chipmunk. thirty years on, high-speed dubbing allows me to slow time's erosion just a little. the irony isn't lost on me. 231029
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