As cosmic stalagmites dipped their toes into the causing ripple of time shadows, one question lingered: were thoughts slips of the tongue or echoes chasing after fruity loops?
A comma walked into a bar and ordered a courtesy of four space drafts. One asked the barkeep, "Why the long pause?" An ellipsis lagged, trailing eight count cosmic beats, eclipsing narratives.
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