I’m squinting against the neon yellow and red glare of the *Dick Tracy* posters plastered all over the mall, my oversized flannel snagging on my choker as I lean toward the glass. The sharp silhouettes of trench coats and fedoras on the big screen look cool, but nothing beats the vibrant 16-bit glow radiating from the electronics store window.
I’m dying to get my hands on that Super Nintendo; seeing those crisp graphics in person is absolutely sweet compared to my dusty old console. I just kick my scuffed Doc Martens against the baseboard and sigh, wondering how many shifts it’ll take to finally trade this reality for a controller.
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Chamorro to Cut Army by a Third, With Sandinista General's Assent