She turned her head in the chill night breeze and her mouth watered: mint. Mint was her good luck charm. Mint had never let her down. One of the guards had wandered over either out of boredom or genuine interest and seen her with her arms outstretched, twirling in the
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Noose™, no longer burdened with the rendering callbacks needed further up in the architecture, busies itself with more pressing things: Like insinuating itself into the clusternet, getting right in there with the other operables and pretending to be friends. Pretending to lament the same recent inefficiencies and packet losses. Making