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,.~/=&&¶## Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ##¶&&=/~.,
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,.~/=&¶@## Mirrors, Prisms, And Various Things To ##@¶&=/~.,
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,.~/=&&¶@# Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To #@¶&&=/~.,
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,.~/=&&¶@# Completely Reset Overnight: Synth #@¶&&=/~.,
,.~/=&&¶@# Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds #@¶&&=/~.,
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,.~/=&&@## It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ##@&&=/~.,
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