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The Interrupt

Programmed to fail but the rogue programme sails on into decimal places where few people have gone. Is it that time already?, said Teddy, who was going to a picnic with Yogi. The answer on the street, it's time for us to meet But it's Thursday, exclaimed Friday who was sat under a palm tree. I woke in Tewkesbury and who knows where that is. it's okay I'm rearranging the signals trying for better reception and not going mental as some would suggest.

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