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¨¨¨^-**%%¶ † Event: Ingestion Of Three Hundred    † ¶%%**-^¨¨¨
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¨^-†*%#¶@@     A Gentle Transformation Occurs.      @@¶#%*†-^¨
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¨^-†*%#¶## Fingers, Which Could Be Nothing. Except  ##¶#%*†-^¨
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¨¨¨¨^†%%%#    Joy As A Television Static Spreads    #%%%†^¨¨¨¨
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¨^-†*%#¶@@        Asleep For The Last Time.)        @@¶#%*†-^¨
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¨^-†*%#¶@#  Next Is A Private Moment, And We Must   #@¶#%*†-^¨
¨^-†*%#¶@#    Look Away For A Bit. But Whatever'S   #@¶#%*†-^¨
¨¨¨¨¨-**%¶    Happening Doesn'T Sound Unpleasant.   ¶%**-¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^-*#   Short Breath, Moans, Bones Breaking,   #*-^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨^-†*%#¶@#  Maybe; But These Are Raptorous Things,  #@¶#%*†-^¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-*%#           They Are Exultations.          #%*-¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨^-†*%¶  For A Split Second, The Room Is Devoid  ¶%*†-^¨¨¨¨
¨^-†*%#¶##    Of Life. But Then, The Evening Sun    ##¶#%*†-^¨
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¨^-†*%#¶@@     There Is A Second Blooming, And A    @@¶#%*†-^¨
¨¨¨¨¨^†*%#    Third, And A Fourth. Struggling To    #%*†^¨¨¨¨¨
¨^-†*%###¶  Rise, Finding The Unexpected Strength   ¶###%*†-^¨
¨¨^^††*%%¶ Of The New Body, Falling Headfirst Into  ¶%%*††^^¨¨
¨^-†*%#¶@#                New Urges.                #@¶#%*†-^¨
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