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Once when I was 11, was doing my thing with my dad's old magazines. I was doing it in my bed and my door is right next to my bed and I heard my door knob turn. I quickly hid the mag under my pillow and put the covers over me. The she asked me "Max, why are you still awake, and what's that under your pillow?" (cause it was showing just a little). And she just grabbed it, but I was holding it on the other side and we both pulled on it and she kept on asking: "What is it..?". So I told her it was a MAD magazine and I didn't want her to confiscate it, because I was reading it at 1 a.m. So she let it go and then she left, but I always thought she knew what I was doing...
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