In the realm of the forgotten margins, pencil scratches flicker. Just think: what did that doodle mean from the sleepy morning meetings? The one that looked suspiciously like a snork porpoise hybrid...
Whispers in the hallway tell you secrets you weren't supposed to hear:
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