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I don’t imagine too many people still do it, but I’ve made a New Year’s resolution.

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The decade of the 1950s was coming to a close and a new era of revolutionary changes that the world would forever remember as the 1960s was about to take place. But there was no inkling of those changes that long, long ago morning.
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The decade of the 1950s was coming to a close and a new era of revolutionary changes that the world would forever remember as the 1960s was about to take place. But there was no inkling of those changes that long, long ago morning.
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