When I was about 4 or 5 years of age, I stumbled upon a cassette tape in my dad's vast collection. I don't actually remember how it happened, or why it was that that particular cassette piqued my interest - after all, there was nothing especially attractive about it at first sight. Except, maybe, the …
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