I miss cassette tapes.
I miss flipping on to the B-Side.
I miss pressing play and forward at the same time until the next song magically starts playing.
I miss using a pen and spinning the sprocket of the cassette over my head after damaging the forward button.
And I honestly think it sounds better than CD or mp3.
I miss my walkman too.
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