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This was a tri-umph I'm mak-ing a note here huge suc-cess it's hard to o-ver-state my sat-is-fac-tion ap-ert-ure Sci-ence we do what we must bec-ause we can for the good of all of us ex-cept the ones who are dead but there's no s
-ing o-ver ev-ery mis-take. yo
eep on try-ing 'til you run out of cake. and the sci-ence gets done and you make a neat gun for the peo-ple who
ill al-ive.
t e-ven an-gry I'm be-ing so sin-cere right now e-ven though you broke my heart and killed me and tore me