In the summer of 1977, my parents sent me to Ireland to spend time with my grandmother, my great-aunt, and my great-uncle. I was excited, scared, and a little mad—I would be missing the opening of Star Wars.
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In the summer of 1977, my parents sent me to Ireland to spend time with my grandmother, my great-aunt, and my great-uncle. I was excited, scared, and a little mad—I would be missing the opening of Star Wars.
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