What You Really Thought Your Kid Was Doing Upstairs with his Amiga!
In my imagination, he was upstairs on his Amiga doing homework. Quiet. Focused. An angel.
Reality? The modem screamed after midnight, the floppy drive kept clicking, a handle was online, a board was connected, and a “release” couldn’t wait till morning.
What did you think they were REALLY doing in their room?
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