For a moment there, I was loading, though I regret somewhat to say that I have stalled in getting to wherever was clicked on for this brain to be. Perhaps it is for the best, really, that I simply close the loading screen, let's just keep my brain right here, it does not seem to be headed anywhere so soon, so oh well, so, oh, perhaps it is for the best, so oh well, so, oh, oh dear, I fear that it may be glitching, skipping, tripping, skipping, stalling,...
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