During the Punic Wars, my high school girlfriend and I went steady by telephone. A house full of teenagers placed demands on our phone, so my slot had to be early in the evening, lest I interfere with my three sisters’ more important calls.
One time, after having been on the line for an ungodly amount of time — six minutes — I mentioned something in Mad Magazine.
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