.,~\%%#@@# #@@#%%\~,.
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.....,,\%@ @%\,,.....
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.,~\%%#@@# ,,,,,,,,@@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@@,,,,,,,, #@@#%%\~,.
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.,~\\\\%## when i was in eight grade i decided i ##%\\\\~,.
.,~\%%#@@# was dead. my spirit had left my body, #@@#%%\~,.
....,\\%%@ never to return. @%%\\,....
.,~\%%#@@# #@@#%%\~,.
.,~\%%#@## 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. @#%\\,....
.,~\\%%##@ @##%%\\~,.
.,~\%%#@@# 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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.,~\%%#@## ##@#%%\~,.