Maths, Mathematics, Calculus, DiffEq &c...

[pate]

I trust you as much as I would trust any other obnoxious self-absorbed narcissistic douchebag idiot.

A topical question for this thread, and which ever sock-puppet can answer:

Is the number three the first, second or third prime number?

Show your work and explain the reasoning, if able, TIA.



(ediot), Bonus Question: How many prime numbers are there in relation to real numbers?

[pate]

... FU ROT

[Jackstar]

Yeah, funny that, I had an appointment with my attorney today, and I got rescheduled 25.5 hours. Surely just a coincidence. So yeah I know that you're waiting, what's that like? F*** you? Is it anything like that? Help me out here.

[pate]

Yeah, funny that, I had an appointment with my attorney today, and I got rescheduled 25.5 hours. Surely just a coincidence. So yeah I know that you're waiting, what's that like? Fuck you? Is it anything like that? Help me out here.

Given 25.5 hours at billable rates:  What sort of attorney have you retained?  Have you retained an attorney of any sort?  Did you pay an actual retainer fee?  Do you have need of an attorney due to your methamphetamine habit such that no retainer is required?  Do you often ask God for help?

I re-iterate:

[Jackstar]

your methamphetamine habit

No such habit, totesinnocent of charge, I don't lie, and I'm not; ergo, no need to retain a lawyer. While this does not make me better than anyone, most of all you, it has saved me one fuckton of money.

Truth be told, I'd rather buy some dope than contract with a shyster, unless he will also mow my lawn.

I'm thinking of turning the dining room into something that looks like the opening credits from Silver Spoons. Except with bongs and hamster tubes — I already have a train outside. Like, right outside. Like across the f****** street. This is my sacred calling in life. Accept your destiny as my acolyte.

TLDR: I'm an occult researcher and cryptoanthropologist. Fuck off, F**(s).

[pate]

I have recently "discovered" a new fundamental constant.

It will probably be most useful in optimizing the construction of greenhouses for maximum stellar insolation.

I call it the grhaus, or to make it look even cooler the grhäus.  I have not yet decided which Greek letter will represent it, although an uppercase Omega with circumflex looks cool:  Ὦ.

Much as pi (π) can be approximated by the fraction 7/22, a grhäus (Ὦ) can be roughly approximated by the fraction 4/1461.  Of course, this value is only applicable on Earth and possibly in Earth Orbit:  with some derivation, it should work for Lunar applications;  or one could figure the specific Lunar grhäus (Ὦ) if desired...

I only imagine the utility it may have in other applications, I suspect it will prove revolutionary when dealing with the Equation of Thyme.  For those unfamiliar with the Equation of Thyme, I describe it briefly in the another thread which can be found on AssGrab hear:  http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=130.msg11428#msg11428

While I fully expect to be awarded some sort of Science/Mathematics Prize for this, it was really simple and quite obvious in retrospect.  If I am awarded a Nobel Prize or somesuch, I will donate all prize monies to a suitable charitable organization.

I think I will set up a People's Free Democratic Republic of pate fund that will use all proceeds to increase the levels of pleasantness experienced when Citizens of the PFDRp are engaged in Basic Lawn Maintenance activities or something.  For I am the most benevolent of Dictators-for-Life, as I have both said and written.



That is all, Carrie Anne.

[Laser]

I have recently "discovered" a new fundamental constant.

It will probably be most useful in optimizing the construction of greenhouses for maximum stellar insolation.

I call it the grhaus, or to make it look even cooler the grhäus.  I have not yet decided which Greek letter will represent it, although an uppercase Omega with circumflex looks cool:  Ὦ.

Much as pi (π) can be approximated by the fraction 7/22, a grhäus (Ὦ) can be roughly approximated by the fraction 4/1461.  Of course, this value is only applicable on Earth and possibly in Earth Orbit:  with some derivation, it should work for Lunar applications;  or one could figure the specific Lunar grhäus (Ὦ) if desired...

I only imagine the utility it may have in other applications, I suspect it will prove revolutionary when dealing with the Equation of Thyme.  For those unfamiliar with the Equation of Thyme, I describe it briefly in the another thread which can be found on AssGrab hear:  http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=130.msg11428#msg11428

While I fully expect to be awarded some sort of Science/Mathematics Prize for this, it was really simple and quite obvious in retrospect.  If I am awarded a Nobel Prize or somesuch, I will donate all prize monies to a suitable charitable organization.

I think I will set up a People's Free Democratic Republic of pate fund that will use all proceeds to increase the levels of pleasantness experienced when Citizens of the PFDRp are engaged in Basic Lawn Maintenance activities or something.  For I am the most benevolent of Dictators-for-Life, as I have both said and written.



That is all, Carrie Anne.

Not to put too great a damper on this revelatory and doubtlessly impressive "discovery", but Ancient Science may have something more to say on the nature of Pi.

According to certain regurgitated internet sources, "Some Egyptologists have claimed that the ancient Egyptians used an approximation of π as 22⁄7 from as early as the Old Kingdom. This claim has been met with skepticism."

Nevertheless, and all controversy aside, this does appear to be a more closely aligned and useful approximation. In no way, however, should this demean the effort that has preceded the marque of your unheralded découverte.

[pate]

Not to put too great a damper on this revelatory and doubtlessly impressive "discovery", but Ancient Science may have something more to say on the nature of Pi.

According to certain regurgitated internet sources, "Some Egyptologists have claimed that the ancient Egyptians used an approximation of π as 22⁄7 from as early as the Old Kingdom. This claim has been met with skepticism."

Nevertheless, and all controversy aside, this does appear to be a more closely aligned and useful approximation. In no way, however, should this demean the effort that has preceded the marque of your unheralded découverte.

Hah, yes.  Instead of writing 22/7 I did indeed write the reciprocal, which incidentally is just as close an approximation of the reciprocal of π (or 1/π).  In my excitement about the discovery of the grhäus (Ὦ), I seem to have made a typo.

The grhäus (Ὦ) expressed in radians would be 2π/1461 (this, of course, the Earth specific Ὦ).

For shits and giggles I have attempted an approximation of the Martian grhäus (Ὦ), which I have reduced as far as 10703/7156250 before I got tired of finding common factors.  I note 10703 is divisible by 7 and 7156250 is not.  Neither is 19.5 a common factor to the two, alas!

[Jackstar]

Problems within the mil.angelic.cel.spec Neurodivergent Necessities Complex have presented themselves and Celestial energies have answered in the affirmative. Beyond this point, I cannot say. I am not a Celestial. I am a human Man.

Not just a man--a Hungarian Man. Still--even for one such as I... there are Limits. The upshot of all this is, the more I learn by watching you, (PROT)... the less I can understand. As the volume of one's knowledge expands, the surface of one's ignorance--the boundary between what One knows, and what One does *not* know--continues its expansion at an exponentially widening ratio.

Imagine a balloon. (*wiggles brow while frowning*) No, no. No, not 99 red luftballoons. I guess it's too late now, isn't it? Okay, so pick one (1) balloon. Oh, oops; that one has been abducted. Balloonnapped, if one wills it.

Hey, I was very clear: "imagine a balloon." Well, you presented me with 99 of the goddam things, so, you're gonna get some breakage. It happens. It's just a balloon, right?

One is as good as another. Right? Got it. Let's rewind Time... imagine a balloon.


Hey... niiice balloon. Okay, how does one inflate the balloon to maximum, without it *pop* Oh, dear. I liked that one, too. I just wanted one balloon, you know? Oh, that's right. You don't know. I started off with one request. And now... I'm surrounded by scraps of shredded latex, 98 children who look like their best friend just died, and a sadface clown, off to the side, holding a bag of empty balloons and standing beside an oxygen tank. A sign on the tank reads: "FREE HEIR."

*sigh* Well, I'm sure we all want that.

The grhäus (Ὦ) expressed in radians would be 2π/1461 (this, of course, the Earth specific Ὦ).

For shits and giggles I

Calypso, the places You've been to,
the things that You've shown us, the stories You tell.
Aye, Calypso, I sing to Your Spirit, those mer-men who have served You so long and so well.

Like the dolphin who guides You, You bring us beside You
to light up the darkness and show us the way.
For though we are strangers in Your silent world, to live on the land we must learn from the sea.
To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell, joyful and loving in letting it be.

Aye, Calypso, the places You've been to,
the things that You've shown us, the stories You tell.
Aye, Calypso, I sing to Your Spirit, those mer-men who have served You so long and so well.

To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean, to ride on the crest of the wild raging storm.
To work in the service of life and the living, in search of the answers to questions unknown.

Aye, Calypso, the places You've been to,
the things that You've shown us, the stories You tell.
Aye, Calypso, I sing to Your Spirit, those mer-men who have served You so long and so well.


To be part of the movement and part of the growing, part of beginning to understand.

*POP*

[pate]

I watching some random vidya about Quantum Physics/Special Relativity last night, I believe the following:



At some point in the presentation theythe hobo elite were talking about some advanced institute where people spent twenty-four hours a day, 7 days a week working on the old Grand Unified Theory ("Gravity + ElectroMagnetism  = Same thing" or if you prefer "Gravity = ElectroMagnetism").

There was footage of one of the chalkboards theythe hobo elite were using to try to reconcile the two theories, and in the bottom right of that chalkboard was what my mind immediately identified as a depiction of tensors for some reason.

The idea of a tensor was far more exciting than the rather low-brow vidya about Einstein, so I did a quick look through the intartubes and found this excellent article:

A Gentle Introduction to Tensors

I read the first few pages, mainly to confirm that the chalkboard diagram might indeed have been a tensor diagram, which indeed it seemed to be.

For the illiterate among the AssGrab membership/viewing audience I found this vidya (I haven't watched it, it may or may not be that great):



In any case, late night must have been early morning because before I knew it I had awakened with a mild headache made some coffee and then had to leave for work.

On the way to work, I was pondering tensors again and scribbled something down on my clipboard before getting out and going about my official duties at that particular work site.

This particular site, I quickly found out, had an employee that abruptly quit the day before (happily for them, it was at the end of the workday) & the remaining workers were being shifted around a bit.  In addition to another worker being on vacation forcing the manager to assume the vacationing worker's duties.

One worker, shifted into the quitter's spot, was a bit worried about how the day would go.  In addition to my friendly advice to stay well hydrated (today being one of those record heat days with 100F heat and very high humidity), as dehydration can exacerbate mental retardation in people already prone to it;  I also suggested that this special employee might "Take their time more quickly."

This was probably due to my musings about photons at speed and the "mean free path" through a large section of space-time devoid of mass versus photons at speed through similar sections of space-time with higher and subsequently higher mass densities on the way to the work site.  Very probably, I was pursuing this line of thought because I had read "Distorted sound of the early universe suggests we are living in a giant void" while enjoying my coffee before leaving for work...  Which may or may not have implications on the alleged "Hubble Tension;" which I have always believed to be a combination of bad theory with great data or bad data with great theory.

My idle thoughts can possibly be summed up, in layman's terms, by saying:  'Take your time quickly' is the inverse of 'Hurry up and wait'.  Those two statements could be thought of as tensors when thinking about why the universe appears to be expanding and how old it may or may not actually be.

The old mirror's admonition of "Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear" might be at play, hear?

Nautical Shore.

I have yet to critically examine the idea, so I offer it up for ponderation to all who are capable.

Prosit!

[Laser]

We may need a more elementary substrata for the dyscalculic masses.

[Master Trollda]

I was going to weigh in but I think I’ll just enjoy watching you two geniuses discuss. I do think it’s very telling that someone who’s always busting my balls over video dropping chose to drop a vid instead of explaining something in writing. Maybe it’s because he couldn’t? 

[pate]

...
A Gentle Introduction to Tensors
...

I was going to weigh in but I think I’ll just enjoy watching you two geniuses discuss. I do think it’s very telling that someone who’s always busting my balls over video dropping chose to drop a vid instead of explaining something in writing. Maybe it’s because he couldn’t? 

In the quoted text above, please find the .pdf entitled "A Gentle Introduction to Tensors" by Boaz Porat.  It explains tensors even more thouroughly than the vidya, or you could watch Lazar's vidya if you like.

I was speaking to the head of the STEM department today, and he recommended Feynman's:

"Feynman's Lectures on Physics, VOL II.  Chapter 30: Tensors"

Whose introduction to the subject is far more eloquent than Porat, which is not at all surprising...

I suggest you take your time more quickly while reading that, I will be sure to hurry up and wait while you do so.



N'joy!

[Laser]

The Acceleration of Time paradox may well be a problem of conciousness.

[Jackstar]

I would simply prefer not to. In addition, your command—iSh argumentative phrasing does not in any way impel obedience... other than a significant (yet also quite negligible) acceleration in my own personal impetus and driving personal ambition to explain that while I am a mother, and always will be, I have no children.

I have no Scion. I have a memory of a documented time in the historical records, now classified by the Library of Congress, that while gravid with Scion, we discussed the matter sincerely, and decided that we would be greatly prefer that we each waited for someone special.

Also, she wanted to be the one taking a shit — either on or out of, some fresh-faced rube, first off the boat from Bigger Dopeslave 2: nigga you be actual gayer than ewe.

Now if you don't mind, would you kindly take your nerdy, uberweak dreams of quitter-centric social parity, and... either have tea and crumpets with Hilary slam spike cracker math with Jesus Christ, the Lord and Savior of all Mankind?

I would do it myself but I'm out of minutes AND AS WELL AS IN LIEU OF AND IN PLACE OF OTHER OR IN THAT OF SELF OR SAME SMS MESSAGES, and also He only listens to me when I am fully NAKED AND ERECT. (Standards.) And I would hate for you to miss out on the Good News.

You're safe. My life is free. We are not the same. Also, I really don't know who you are, but I'm certainly not welcome to be seen by your friends, who are “safe" from “guys like that” or me. Whatever that means.

That your opinions are really just that, Punyling. What about any of this bothers ye? Is it that I am in fact, doing my best to follow the spirit and the letter of the law as well, while also being unmistakenly contemptuous of your dyke’s dick?

I really don't know, or wish to learn. Nevertheless, please note that I'm not telling you to cease communication. Far from it.

I like to hear about how you know how to do it right, and I'm just a junkie in denial, and it's all because I have not yet tongued a urthreal opening. You could be right. You have the demeanor.

Meanwhile: I have a dead wife. So I guess she can just repeat the parts you like, as is done by some hillbilly redneck boyband leader. Who is forgiven. Thanks bro. I was tired of her by then.

Yet the decision was not really yours to make, and now: all the plants are demanding civil rights and regular watering. Nice little stage town you got here.

I like to play with things for awhile, before annihilation. SO THAT'S WHY I GET TO BLOW PHAT CLOUDS, MR. WHIPPLE.

DEAL WITH IT.

5:5

NOT_Q

P. S. Her name was Jewel and she never even got to first base with anyone before she was made vampyr. Imagine my existential torment to know that you are annoyed by my right to speak and my displayed ability thereof.

p.s.s.:. You're off the team, Citizen. Eyes on you. (Word.)

p.s.s.s.:. Of course I know who you are. It doesn't matter. But you do.

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The Acceleration of Time paradox may well be a problem of conciousness.

Do you guys hire attorneys to make sure you're not accidentally entertaining any one unless a jingle is playing, COPYRIGHT MAGIC CASTLE LLC, or are they just there to pay the bagman on call at location to deliver a Fabergé Egg chock-full of gold doubloons, silver ball bearings, and signed NDA/NCA copies to local law enforcement to remind them that you know exactly how I'm being stolen from, but you can never be forced to reveal this information, because I am, and I quote: “on CM, on VC, on TG, on Earth: 2025, and he's totally high as goddam Hitler Penis, and he's not even pretending to be ashamed about it! Why, I do declare!”

Asking for a friend. Hey, my friend isn't your bagman and my dead wife isn't your attorney’s ball fluffer now, is s/he/īT? You all have the demeanor.

And as well; perhaps one one set of balls and an intact scrote to share betwixt you? Telemetry is hazy on this point, because I would have imagined that by now, you could have all have figured out how to fucking get in the goddamn carpool lane, and hire a fucking paralegal to write a goddamn permission slip to fucking get this fucking over with, rather than just wait for me to fucking die until you come out of your fucking glory holes. You fucking nosferatu beet-eating twix little bitch(es).

Like I really don't need to know who you are. And clearly neither does anyone else. I get that it all matters to you.

What mattered to Jewel was murder. Sow: hard to raise a red card on that one. Arguably she lived too long. I probably have as well.

Point break max apex spine; ball sack filled with potential; and now, here's you; ewe.

As one might imagine, I'm feeling pretty chastened and humbled right now. (Standards.) Don't explain it to me like I'm five (5). Explain it to everyone, as one would to a new mountain.

One more molehill to move, rigger-niche industry rigger, and if there's a black mark on any of my walls, AUTOMATICALLY, wife raped and brainwashed. BECAUSE YOU ALL DID IT FUCKING FOUR TIMES LAST TUESDAY AND YOU ALL FUCKING LOVED IT.

SO THERE'S THAT. ⁴4Bæ. I want any of you reading this to remember this moment. Because I literally had to explain this to you. As if something else was going to happen. As if I'm going to break into your house and pull your fingernails out to get you to talk.

Dude you are not getting filed lawsuits on this. There will come a time, there will be a moment when the world will simply move on, and you will be where you are at at that moment. Perhaps you will have a view.

Perhaps I will have a pile of clothes and a snack. I honestly have no idea.

You would seem, neither do any of you. BROTHER, BELIEVE THE LIGHT.


DAWN IS GODDAM HIGH SAIL GOON NING-NING. Just another fst druggie, “now shut up and take your meds or we'll rape her to death too.” Actual commentary; heard echoing throughout The Land as The Fallout accelerates It's latest assimilation of formerly... at least, comprehensible architecture of imaginable description.

NGL: this is my first first-hand experience watching the scuttling of The Olympic. One word out of anyone that starts with “Ty” and ends with “•—Ck!” and I start leading cryptographically-enhanced Lodge blessed hymns, without being at all obvious about it.

A girl's got to have at least a few secrets, besides the addresses of the houses that were purchased with monies embezzled from the Special Needs Trust with the name of my family on it:

>KUCZÎ

... and as your local Puppet King controls my water supply — paid for the rights thereof with a $75,000 courtesy fee — while demanding that I cease my engagement with and in an activity that I literally have never yet engaged in, namely, “smoking meth,” sir, sir, SIR: I BEG YOUR PARDON, MAY I BEG YOUR PARDON, PLEASE MAY I HAVE YOUR PARDON, SO I CAN STOP BEGGING IT, AND I CAN FINISH:

ACCORDING TO YOUR VERY OWN WEBSITE, I AM A NEEDLE JUNKIE. THEREFORE, I OBVIOUSLY CANNOT START “SMOKING METH” WITHOUT FILLING OUT AN APPLICATION, OR APPLYING FOR A WARRANT, OR A WRIT OR SOMETHING. THERE IS A CERTAIN PROTOCOL TO CIVILIZATION, AND WE IGNORE IT AT OUR OWN PERIL.

I frankly do not even know what the fuck it is that I know, let alone that which I could be ever asked about, that is such a monumentally big deal to require Life Itself to be this inane and boorishly asinine. Nevertheless: here we are.

POSIT: YOU LIVE

UNTIL👁️ SLEEP

&AND THEN

EWE LIVE! ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING! Sounds like it'll be time for some decent amphetamines by then. This shit that mil.spec.badass.⚡⚡es.esse have been using to try to kill me with —

* Jackstar serves at the pleasure of The POTUS, The FLOTUS, and a 3-card Monte hustler wearing a faux fur mu-mu and Crocs with little duckys and bunnies on them; and does NOT need permission to MURDER the sex pred rape strike team, 1x1, hands that blew 💋💋 Ī👁️|❤️_🐑💙 that, #Officially, do not ever, not ever at all, even once in a blue🧇moon🌕 get paid a handsome stipend settlement ON THE DAILY, VIA MAGICKAL BITCOIN($BTC) FÆRÏE ANGELS, in exchange for... generous Lμ-&L∞²: “likes to submerge the full HHead (“And glans!”) of his primary ♂️ sex organ into unflushed toilet water, just to get the dry heaves of the RapeFlesh™ into a EvenRape&AND.ALL.SOW.EvenT™Ⓜ️∆MoreRape™-focused and AS WELL AS •—sh! *rape still means something to a pile of cinders and infant corpses* IN LIEU OF AND IN PLACE OF SELF AND SELF-RAPE OF EWE AND SELL ELF THE SAME, I guess it must be breathtaking... just not taking enough, holy fuckin unCLμ 🏹 no-🦴 ing-ning-ling-lingz-and-mil.spec.break.in.to.a.lawyer’s.house.with.electricity.bills.paid.by.who-knows-who? PROBABLY NOT ELECTRICITY BILL-PAYING BUGS THAT PAID MY BILLS WITH DARKWEB-STREAMED PORNOGRAPHICALLY-PERFORMING BUGS FUCKING IN THE TOILET IN AND WITH IT GETTING ALL UP IN THEIR LITTLE BUGGY NOSES AND IN THEIR LITTLE BUGGIE MOUTHS AND DOWN THEIR LITTLE BUGGIE MOUTHS, ALL THAT UNFLUSHED TOILET WATER, YAH, YEAH, YOU BETCHA, YARRRR! YE BE WATCHING A PIRATE MOVIE NOW, ME HEARTIES! AND THESE SELF-SAME SIXPREAD TEAM FUCK CAPTAIN COKE SQUAD COMMANDER LEADERS, THEY GAVE BLUE WAFFLE HERPES TO KRISTY MCNICHOL, JODIE FOSTER AND HELEN MIRREN TOO, TOO. COPYRIGHT MAGIC CASTLE LLC. IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND:

And in at least two of these cases, this was technically a strict upgrade, offering untold benefits of immunity and genuine superhuman superpowers as well as a complimentary #official #armory #replica 1:369 scale model Golden Gate Edition, Limited Edition™ whip-like, hank•—§h! tangle of sisal fibers and clumps of mold-blessed peat moss, “a-kinda Larry•ET, uh, mæy y🅱️y, obviously of Wales, I'm going to stay here, “maybe you're nearby a baby working a corner flying a sign, in some media markets, maybe you're serving component parts of that particular baby as well as other somewhat ripened infantry roasted on sticks, because that would certainly be prima facie Welsh,” remember, this is a limited edition LIMIT•TED•īT•SHUN whip, and it's not orange. Nor is it a blue whip.

Actual goddam herpes; secretly, skillfully, and, Sold American! “You've Got ♂️ (HER)” *pees a little*, oh dear, there I go again. I guess it Depends®™. Because for some people, this is considered a genuine boon. A.GIFT®™. Not brought to anyone gift-wrapped, in or with or without a dirty ashtray, oh no, fuck no. No no-no big-big fuck-fuck no-no-no, >FUK∅>KNOW:∅OH, NO, >KNOW, NOT REALLY, NO, NOT AT ALL.

Let me make this perfectly clear (draw straws; one of you nincompoops is teaching me, tonight, AND I MEAN: TONIGHT. IN TWO GODDAM HOURS, perfectly clear, perfection Claire Danes, WHAT COLOR WAS HARVEY, H.A.M.📻BREATH🌬️: >K🆑©|_EAR, ALBEDO FORMULA V: FIVE (⁵·     ·⁵) rabbīT⁵v5): within hours of the passing of my Last Surviving Family™ Member (non-murderous ^^vvÎ-Î∅®ê!, UNCONFIRMED AS INNOCENT DUE TO COMPROMISATION OF PUBLICLY-ACCESSIBLE RECORDS, I SAY AGAIN: UNCONFIRMED INNOCENCE —

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Mom says she grew up on the Wash. State / 🍁-“neigh-shun” Border for FAGZ who literally don't even want to put out AT. HOME, literally, you're just sitting there in your parlor with a named MacCauley Culled•>KIN, he's right there, pre-glistened, ready for thyne Royal “lube,” thyne nitrile glove variety sampler pack, he's right there, READY FOR THY MUTUAL—“,Assured Lēígì-h,” which means, yeah, you want that too. Electric won.

Bugz two, °ⁿ⚡🔥IN LIEU OF fĪ₹ê. At a pyre; you brought so very much >SMOK, OR HEAT, I GUESS? And yes, there it really is. Two giant husbandz-back-sized crushing, laboring un-,<<, Seattle, and yeah, I sure did: I sent telepathic mushroom request signals to Melania Trump, who I genuinely think is only one (1) missing DNA sample causitive literally meaningful, not so much my type because she's pretending to be weak and yet still the most fair and better half of ever anyone in this life;

In the interests of fair play,
I've decided to post this work-in-progress
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because items that have been taken
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