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¨§¨§¨¨¨§§§     Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning    §§§§¨§¨§¨§
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§¨§¨§§¨¨§§  Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality.   ¨¨§¨¨¨§§¨¨
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