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@....@.@@@ all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ...@@@@.@@
@...@@@... was being bothered by something in a ..@...@@..
@..@..@..@ song or movie or book, so i think, how .@@..@.@.@
@.@@.@@.@. would i have done it, what is the @.@.@@@@@.
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.@@.@@@... abstract they are, the things, until .....@@...
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.@@@@.@@.. are we just stacked triangles? there is ..@...@.@.
@...@@.@.. nothing i can do with triangles. they .@@..@@@@.
@..@.@@@.@ can not shelter me in any meaningful @.@.@...@@
@.@@@..@@. sense. @@@@@..@..
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@@@....... when i am nothing but the question, it ..@..@@.@.
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