Man, this kid is enough to throw you into a quarter-life crisis.
When I was twelve my discerning tastes didn’t extend much beyond various forms of sugar and processed cheese. But, looking at young Mr. Fishman’s shoulders, I’m consoled by the thought that I totally could have beaten him up.
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