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.--^%$&### when i was in eight grade  i  decided  i ###&$%^--.
..--^%$&## was  dead.  my spirit had  left my body, ##&$%^--..
...--^%$&#             never to return.             #&$%^--...
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.--^%$&### i remember sitting in my  parents car on ###&$%^--.
..--^%$&## a  cloudy,  watery day,  getting  a ride ##&$%^--..
...--^%$&# somewhere.  it  felt like  i had  solved #&$%^--...
..--^%$&## some  great   puzzle.   i've  solved  no ##&$%^--..
.--^%$&###            puzzles since then.           ###&$%^--.
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...--^%$&#  instead, i've been mindlessly piloting  #&$%^--...
..--^%$&## this  body around. i still give it life, ##&$%^--..
.--^%$&### somehow. like a golem, and i  try not to ###&$%^--.
..--^%$&## care  too  much,   but   i  do.  it's  a ##&$%^--..
...--^%$&#   contaminated golem, this one. purity   #&$%^--...
..--^%$&## clouded by  my  echo.  afterglow  of  my ##&$%^--..
.--^%$&###                 spirit.                  ###&$%^--.
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.--^%$&###                                          ###&$%^--.
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