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Do you ever get those random questions in your head that leave you in a trance for like ten minutes to scavenge your brain for the possible answer until someone shakes you out of la la land? Well, this is where I'm putting mine. And I'm encouraging everyone to help me solve these puzzling thoughts, so please be generous in commenting!
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