10am and on. Day cut into slices, individually spiced, hopefully fit for safe consumption. And always, having coffee for that. Discussing weird technical issues with a random language model, to a point where it feels uncomfortable as not knowing anymore who lead whom astray. Some sun's dripping through half-closed windows, through half-closed eyelids, into a half-attentive mind. Dial up, tune in, move forth.
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