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&$§^~:,,,, WOULD I HAVE DONE IT, WHAT IS THE ,,,,:~^§$&
$§^~:,,,,, PURPOSE OF THIS PROCESS, WHAT DOES IT ,,,,,:~^§$
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#&$§^~:,,, I WAN'T A BOTTOM FLOOR, A CONCEPT ,,,:~^§$
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$§^~:,,,,, ABSTRACT THEY ARE, THE THINGS, UNTIL ,,,,,:~^§$
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##&$§^~:,, CAN NOT SHELTER ME IN ANY MEANINGFUL ,,:~^§$#
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#&$§^~:,,, FEELS LIKE IT CAN ALL SLIP THROUGH MY ,,,:~^§$
##&$§^~:,, FINGERS... "WHOOPS", AND NOTHING EVER ,,:~^§$#
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