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I spent the afternoon in the living room with my mom and dad looking at my dad's old slides. They span from 1980 to 1984. My dad and I excitedly hunted around the house for his slides and his slide projector. This was after I screamed at him fuck fuck fuck and ran away crying. What can you do. It's just one of those days. I just ate too much chocolate. Now I'm going to go think about slide film and the Tudors and laundry.