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The house at twilight. A colored sun sets in the West. The air is blue above, waiting to become a quick black. A cricket makes noise in the background. Snakes hide in the grass. Rodents run free in the dark. Tiny lit bugs spell the names of their corporations all at once in unison. Dynamos hum as all the televisions start at once. |
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