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That one time I cried
When I was a kid my mom bought me a little pvc Slimer pencil topper. I was elated. He was on this little arm that swiveled around a blue building sitting on top an official Ghostbusters pencil. I proudly took Slimer to school the next day. I was the envy of class as many of my peers were highly interested in this rad pencil. Later that day after recess I came back to my desk and discovered that someone had stolen my beloved Slimer. Panic struck me, I was at a loss. For the first time my dork ass broke down in public and cried in front of the entire 4th grade.
This is what Ghostbusters means to me.
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