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..^»;*§&## I SIT IN MY CUBICLE IN THE WORK MILL ##&§*;»^..
.^»;*§&### AND FEEL SOMEWHAT AT PEACE - I'VE ###&§*;»^.
..^»;*§&## ENTERED A BRIGHT ANOMALY. MORNING ##&§*;»^..
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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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..^»;*§&## I SPEAK WITH THE PLANTS IN MY HEAD. ##&§*;»^..
.^»;*§&### THEY ARE GETTING TOO MUCH WATER, OR THE ###&§*;»^.
..^»;*§&## WATER THEY GET IS OF DUBIOUS QUALITY. ##&§*;»^..
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