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.....:»;^$ I SIT IN MY CUBICLE IN THE WORK MILL $^;»:.....
....:»;^$& AND FEEL SOMEWHAT AT PEACE - I'VE &$^;»:....
...:»;^$&# ENTERED A BRIGHT ANOMALY. MORNING #&$^;»:...
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....:»;^$& NO ONE IS HERE. THERE'S DUST IN THE &$^;»:....
.....:»;^$ AIR. A STRONG LIGHT SHINES THROUGH THE $^;»:.....
......:»;^ WINDOWS, AND TURNS THE OFFICE INTO ^;»:......
.......:»; SOMETHING NEW. I PRETEND IT'S THE SUN. ;»:.......
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.........: I SPEAK WITH THE PLANTS IN MY HEAD. :.........
.......... THEY ARE GETTING TOO MUCH WATER, OR THE ..........
.......... WATER THEY GET IS OF DUBIOUS QUALITY. ..........
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