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«^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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