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The ocean, our circle of life, come be the greatest common factor between us, your variables, and you. We need you to graph us a coordinate. May we field our crops with your greatness. May the histogram of our existance be long. May the negative angle of life be kind unto us. We are your variables, a quadrant of this plane. Recipricate us to be your whole number. The ocean, our circle of life. |
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