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##@§§^†«-¨ I  Sit  In  My Cubicle In The Work  Mill ¨-«†^§§@##
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##@§§^†«-¨                Liminality.               ¨-«†^§§@##
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§§^††-¨¨¨¨ No  One Is  Here.  There'S Dust  In  The ¨¨¨¨-††^§§
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##@§§^†«-¨ Windows,  And  Turns  The   Office  Into ¨-«†^§§@##
##@§§^†«-¨ Something New.  I Pretend It'S The  Sun. ¨-«†^§§@##
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