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When I was *teen years old, I sometimes helped my dad run his household equipment repair shop. Among many things we’ve been doing, once in a while there was a need to purchase replacement parts from a specialized store in the village nearby. So we would commute there by car, and pick up and pack necessary parts, and then wait for the invoice to be prepared and printed. It was 1990s and the store…
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