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Apparently I have always been like this

This morning I went downstairs and the postman handed me a package from my mother. She’d sent a bunch of stuff I’d created as a child, which I opened with some apprehension because my childhood doesn’t exactly lend itself to nostalgia.

But it was fucking hilarious, and also interesting to see just how much of my personality hasn’t really changed…

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