While I can't say I'm a giant KISS fan these days, I was also in third grade when the merchandise explosion hit and am not made of stone.
KISS stuff always stops me in my tracks, not unlike my dog when it sees a squirrel. Neither of us need it, wouldn't know what to do with it if we got it but it still gives us pause.
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