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In high school, one of the common summer activities would be taking a day trip to Six Flags Great Adventure in Jackson, New Jersey. I am an elder millennial, so in my day, you could bring a Coca-Cola can and get into the theme park for the day for like 35-ish bucks. Now, I was never much of a rollercoaster gall myself, but every year there would be a heavily promoted ride that my friends just had to check out. One year it was the Nitro ride’s obscene drop; another was the
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