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..,~/%%#@# distant wailing sirens, coming closer    #@#%%/~,..
.,~/%%#@## but staying out of reach... telling me   ##@#%%/~,.
..,~/%%#@# that something is happening, perfuming   #@#%%/~,..
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.,~/%%#@## the phone ringing, a certain phone from  ##@#%%/~,.
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...,~/%%#@ birds... deafeningly loud!               @#%%/~,...
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.,~/%%#@## evaporating and reforming.               ##@#%%/~,.
..,~/%%#@# and not really touching my eardrums.     #@#%%/~,..
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