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,,,,,,,,:~ oh, wondrous little chemical, made in ~:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: the deepest pit of the most sacred :,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,:~ intestine of the elusive animal that is ~:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:~/ the silver fox. /~:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:~/* */~:,,,,,,
,,,,,:~/*$ it will show you three faces. first, $*/~:,,,,,
,,,,:~/*$¤ the callsign: you will experience a ¤$*/~:,,,,
,,,:~/*$¤# faint urge to run through the woods, #¤$*/~:,,,
,,:~/*$¤#@ and catch phantom whiffs of wet fur and @#¤$*/~:,,
,:~/*$¤#@# sour plants. then, the fireworks: the #@#¤$*/~:,
,,:~/*$¤#@ world will feel like a great carneval, @#¤$*/~:,,
,,,:~/*$¤# filled with opportunity and intrigue. #¤$*/~:,,,
,,,,:~/*$¤ paths will connect that maybe didn't ¤$*/~:,,,,
,,,,,:~/*$ before. the world becomes vaster and $*/~:,,,,,
,,,,,,:~/* closer. */~:,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,:~ underneath all this, the third face, ~:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: which slowly twists you into shape. :,,,,,,,,,
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