"April, what are these *67 & *69 calls on the phone bill?!"
Ah, the joys of being a teen in the 90s!
Especially in a home that had a reluctance towards any “advanced” technology like a “answering machine,” this is not an exaggeration. I know what your thinking:
Where the hell were you living?!
Would you believe an upper-middle class suburb? I can hear my mom screaming in the background now:
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