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Introduction |
[ … ]Once upon a midnight dreary, while we pondered, weak and weary, over many quaint and curious volumes of service manual lore—while we pondered, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at our teardown door.
“’Tis some pumpkin,” we did mutter, “rapping at our teardown door—
Only this and nothing more.”
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