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Mar 2013
It is all just a little bit weird.
Seriously. Even words.
WRONG! multiplied by echo { to the power of F(t) }

Soliloquy. There is no audience.

Imagine an empty hall. People were there once. Somebody left a ticket stub.
Dated 1984, 268 AF (after ford)
Sometime round then. They existed. Somebodies. People.

F(t) is exponentiality
Written by
Shaun Pearce
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