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I've been coming to this apartment every few years (with a higher rate of frequency during my childhood in California) and it is an absolute time capsule. It looks, smells, and feels the same today as any other day. I kind of remember it as being a pretty boring place to have to spend time at as a kid (especially if someone keeps you from sliding down stairs over and over...not so much a slide, really, a thump-thump-thumping upon the bottom or belly, carpet beneath and between the fingers, you know what I mean), but now I just walk from room to room going "wow!" and marveling at this museum of old stuff.
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