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##£¤*=-~¨¨ all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ¨¨~-=*¤£##
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ they cease to be things at all ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~
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