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[threeplusfire]

I've had these posters many years. They were a gift from a strange economics teacher in high school, a weathered old man whose name was Mr. Smiley. He had them tucked away in a closet, gifts from Soviet exchange students who came to the high school years and years before. For a long time they were held up by thumb tacks, their corners frayed and bitten through. I finally had them framed when I came into a bit of money a couple years ago. It was a significant expense for me, but worth it. I doubt they are worth anything more than what I would pay for them, but I love to have them. They remind me of another world.

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[seitvonzu.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD-- I *heart* Mr. Smiley. he used to call my friends and i "the peanut gallery" I totally knew that's who you were talking about.

Good times!