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My grandparents kept at least a couiple of cases of 7-up, the big green bottle ones, as they were bottled in the 1950s/1960s. One time , when I was about 5 and we visited, they thought they were being nice to me by allowing me to take however many I wanted to drink--my parents were unaware of their act of generosity. I drank and drank. On the way home I threw up all over the back seat of the family car.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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