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| | Hank Stuever |
 | | In 1923, Fritz Pfleumer, a chemist in Dresden, was coating thin strips of paper with magnetizing chemicals, so that he could attempt to record sound on them. |
 | | Sixty years after that, a girl said, "Your music depresses me," and handed a boy back the cassette tape he had made for her on the stereo in his bedroom. |
 | | Between Fritz Pfleumer and the present nationwide discarding of cassette tapes, something unspools in the heart, gets tangled up in the weeds that grow along the freeway. |
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