When I was growing up I lived across the street from a paper recycling factory.  People would leave old newspapers, magazines, text books, and comic books there for future reuse.  Somehow, by some strange miracle, some of those comic books would occasionally make themselves over the 6 foot fence of the factory and into the hands of us eager children.  (Funny that same miracle didn’t seem to deposit the old discarded newspapers or text books into our hands.)  I always liked Spider-Man the be...
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