Yntended-Journey/TEE(9)-the-Ridge-Aware.md

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 Though court room stirs, the J(u) befuddled. JP leans, nay leins in.
 
-Echad continues, standing first on chair then on table for all to WIT, holding high his sleeve, the ruffle's like that of a pirate shirt from a time before once and up until now, forgot, "My ruffle sir," He spake at no to the J(u), "
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+Echad continues, standing first on chair then on table for all to WIT, holding high his sleeve, the ruffle's like that of a pirate shirt from a time before once and up until now, forgot, "My ruffle sir," He spake at not to the J(u), "It has, 'r(i)dges'." Overly emphacizing the edge, loudly, "And you say," he continues, "They are ridiculous."
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+The judge and most of the court room, nod in agreement, the ruffles cannot and should not be taken as serious. They are too foldy, too many, it is not a shirt to be worn by the many. They move to cast it out.
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+Echad, speaks again, more softly but still on the table of care, and in the Ar, "I tell you s(i)r these are ruffles of care, they are many, and they are;
+r|edge|iculous, r|id|iculous... /rĭ-dĭk′yə-ləs/
+The contribution so small as to be laughable
+broadly or extravagantly humorous; resembling farce
+ludicrous green..." And as he spoke the whole of the court room removed their wigs, "...hair."
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+Green hair, everywhere, the build of the TEE but at the edge, verified and trusted. Not by hardware but by code that has been tested.
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