Sometimes you will hear people talk about gray magick.
The program has a bug that can hang the system.
“You're that nosy reporter from Shitcago aren't you? Why don't you take your little dog and get your asses back where you belong.”
It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.
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