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I can tell you of the vast universe of boredom I've known, describe its wide and dazzling range of consistently dull variety. Adrift on a boundless sea of yawns, sailing the same old wearied waves of monotonous regularity which makes one feel all h u m d r u m inside with the rapturous non-undulation of taedium vitae. When reddest sunset is old-hat and met with an extended sigh.
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