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The Peanuts Perspective
When I was a teenager, full of morose and moronic but perfectly normal teenage angst, there was one thing I completely loved Peanuts. Not the in-the-ground Jimmy Carter kind. (Although I did love them and still do.) The comic strip. I had books and books of Peanuts strips, and often clipped the big Sunday color …
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