These young'ins with their "Conduits". Bah. When I was a lad, allll we had was a piece of wood with a picture painted on it. We lived in a rolled up newspaper in the middle of the road. Every day we would wake up 5 hours before we went to sleep, sweep the road from day til night, and when we got home we staired at the picture for 10 minutes, then our fathers killed us and danced around in our graves.
But we were happy then. Because we were poor, we're better for it. Who thought now we would be chatting in a lounge !? Certainly not I.




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