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The summers used to get so long when we were kids that the only thing to do to pass the time between eating ice-cream would be to make up stupid games. My best friends family were rich and so had a 28k internet connection years before anyone else on the street did. In that summer, he set up a support site for Americans who thought that they turned into animals at night. It sounds like a joke, but it is actually quite a big problem. At the time we would stay up late, sitting in the fields laughing over sappy stories of women in Ohio roaming the black streets as wolves. But thinking back on it, people only need to feel understood to feel better about their lives.