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Mar 2012
I can't concentrate. My mind is whirling in a million different directions, bouncing off of satellites with a pseudorange accuracy of 12.5 centimeters...piercing and grazing that thing in the middle of my chest, sending a myriad of semi-coherent signals, all ripe with articulation, all priority levels stamped HIGH.
Collette Abatta
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