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¨&&¨¨¨&&¨& All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I ¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨¨&
&&¨&¨¨&¨&& Was Being Bothered By Something In A &¨&&¨¨¨¨¨&
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¨&&&¨&¨&¨& Purpose Of This Process, What Does It ¨&&&¨¨&¨¨&
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¨¨&¨&¨¨¨¨¨ More And More Pieces Falls Off Until &&&¨&&&¨&&
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¨¨¨&¨¨&&¨¨ Reductionist Hell - &&¨&&&&&&&
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¨&&¨&&¨¨¨¨ Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful ¨¨&¨&¨&¨¨¨
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¨&¨&¨¨¨¨¨& Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever &&&&&&&¨&¨
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