I remember as a kid [[6), in Oak Park, having my mom dress me up in an old modified refrigerator box covered in foil, with dryer vent arms as a robot.
Every few steps, I'd fall flat on my face, mom would laugh, snap a picture, and we would move on.
Short on candy - long on a skinned nose. Nowadays, uploaded onto the internut, that would go viral as child abuse.
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