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..@..@..@. When I Was In Eight Grade I Decided I @.@@.....@
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.@..@..@.. 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 @.......@@
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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 .......@..
......@@@. Clouded By My Echo. Afterglow Of My @.......@.
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