1988 must have been a bad year

Not that I remember much from 1988. Actually I don`t remember anything from 1988. The dark shadows under my eyes could mean late nights reading, too much work or way too many late nights. The pink nail polish could support the last option…but what is the curls about…

One thing I know for sure – I wasn`t having breakfast at 5am on Tuesday morning in 1988.

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