When I was 8 years old, I asked my parents for a typewriter. They told me that, for my birthday, I could get a typewriter or a bicycle. A bicycle was the popular 8th birthday gift for all of my friends and crucial to an elementary school social life. My choice was simple. Almost thirty years later, I still have the typewriter.
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