The core is there. The core is breathing. Patiently waiting. Waiting for a sign to develop, to emerge. Slowly, willingly it grows. Feeds up on the endless misguided hopes of all the sure people. "It is an atrocious being indeed", he said, "These things are not meant to be rushed".
So I waited and waited and waited... Nothing happened. Typical.
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