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Bipolar Learning Curves

As for this singular problem. Whom is it to whom, within hands reach. Am I awake, I do dream? Thinking in multiples. The level of a very complex being. Which if I must, I beg you to think. Is it not possible to solve them? Differences, the same levels, whom made them?

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