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The forty ninth line, preceded by the forty eighth, and so on- left nothing to be decided.
It was a demonstration in saturation. It spilled blindly across all numerical coordination.
We tried to squelch its spread, we scooped, and mopped, and toppled over all the files to keep it contained, but there was a space under the door just big enough for it to stretch out into the hall.
The emergency lock down was timely, and quite well composed in accordance with the prescribed plan of action in these situations, but the pins holding the locks in place were parted easily.
These are desperate times, there is no known cause for this cure whose pervasiveness is still not entirely known. At best, we hope that the obviousness of the conclusion will strike people as simple, or naïve. This might allow us an opportunity to contribute to the dialogue, thereby offering an alternative to what might be called freedom.

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