The annihilation of memory; your dead hydrogen atoms, your dead oxygen atoms, your dead hydrogen atoms, your dead hydrogen atoms, your dead nitrogen atoms, your dead hydrogen atoms, your dead nitrogen atoms, your dead oxygen atoms.
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