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The travel チューブ, under our stare and the concentrated importance of this small moment, raises itself from 黒 and 白 to a too-many 色 fullness. This 色 signal is an escape hatch from this place. Launching ourselves off sad and twisted hindlegs, we jump to the 無効の、中空の, and travel out among the 失われた elongated 色 pixels, which explode as we pass in order to make transport possible. |
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