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  1. Only half the herd got caught in traffic near the curve that ironed out the creased distances in space. A wing, a shingle, a dozen humpty-dumptys were lost as a result. Greening with envy, I fought for my last parcel of dignity, swearing that I would continue to cut the mustard, no matter but.

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