In the nineties, every computer started coming with a sound card, which really kicked off PC gaming.

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We are in the age of nuclear energy.

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Do you think your schooldays are the happiest days of your life?

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We are in the era of atomic energy.

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A brilliant, seductive chef turns to espionage in Napoleon-era France.

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He and I were inseparable friends during our time together in school.

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We should read the newspaper so as not to lag behind the times.

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Every time I hear that song, I think of my high school days.

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In the Edo period, moon-viewing parties were very popular.

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It's Lulu Island, 3 August 2025. After supper—green figs tender with sunlight, sweet vinegar from yesterday’s pickled jar, and reheated Alfredo—I sat on the balcony and watched the conifer. Stillness below, a street without cars, without haste. My lime water, iced, caught the light. Michael, the Franco-Danish ufologist, has been in my conversations lately. We speak of inner things: the trance of smart devices, the mind’s eye dwindling. He says cafés aren’t cafés anymore. People forget how to look, how to linger. I tell him of Arthur in Japan—how he'd stare into blank walls like a monk gazing at emptiness. Lately I ask machines to speak like poets, and they do. They mimic Elizabethan verses and the old wistful lilt of Tagalog ballads. I pick blackberries along the path to Tim Hortons. "¡Moras!" I shout like a child. My friend Mora, whose blood flows with Andes mist, would smile. Today, I bought lemons. I meant limes, but lemons are all right. / blackberry morning— / a fig's ghost on my fingers / and the street still sleeps

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She showed me a picture of her mother as a schoolgirl.

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I did that once when I was a student.

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In that age, men and women wore similar hairstyles.

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