I remember the whir of a dial-up chirp.

I kinda miss the old days where when you were offline, you were definitely offline.  It wasn't so easy to look things up on the Internet - knowledge was authentic, and you found out what time movies were playing by looking in the newspaper, and using a phone book to find a business, no Google metrics capable of tracking your every hashtag, none of your search history was used to market dumb ads because one time you searched Harry Styles nipples.

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