For a few months when I was nine years old, in 1978, my pride and joy was inside a large cardboard box that had originally held a pair of sexy knee-high tan leather boots belonging to my divorced mom. Within was my collection of Charlie’s Angels bubblegum cards, separated into rubber-banded sets so I could […]
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