One time, my brother Mark was mad at me. Because he was mad at me, he took my Shaun Cassidy 33 RPM record and wrote on it with a pencil. When I put it on the record player, it skipped. During my mom's investigation into why it skipped, the scratches put into the record surface were discovered and, ultimately, Mark confessed. The three of us then went to KMart, where the record had been purchased I would presume but I don't have a vivid memory of it being purchased. I also presume that my mom convinced the store to exchange the scratched record with a new one.
On that Shaun Cassidy record, I remember listening to this song over and over again. Tonight, for no apparent reason, I started humming the chorus.
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