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@.@@....@@ somewhere. it felt like i had solved .@...@@@..
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@@..@.@@.. instead, i've been mindlessly piloting ..@..@...@
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.@@@..@.@@ somehow. like a golem, and i try not to @@..@..@..
.@.@@...@@ care too much, but i do. it's a .@@..@..@.
...@@@..@. contaminated golem, this one. purity .@@@..@..@
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