Winter nights in the 90s had their own magic.
A different kind of quiet, broken only by the whirring of my PlayStation and the occasional crackle of an old heater in my bedroom.
Distractions were minimal. No phones, and no internet, except in my dad’s office. That was out of bounds for the most part, but it didn’t matter.
I had all I wanted in my bedroom.…
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