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My mindzie idly followed path o'fly in room of miscellaneous whatnot til it disappeared in blackness of the thingamajig, the what-you-say, and darted off at an imperceptible angle, or perhaps it's idling obscurantively in front of the doodad or alit on one of its many intricacies. Regardless, it went one way, the other the other, straight as the crow flies, to this: So forth, so on and whatnot haveyou.
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