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Copyright (c) 2013 The Chromium Authors. All rights reserved.
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Use of this useless file is governed by a BSD-style license that can be
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found in the LICENSE file.
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This file is used for making non-code changes to trigger buildbot cycles. Make
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any modification below this line.
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======================================================================
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Let's make a story. Add one sentence for every commit:
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CHAPTER 1:
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It was a dark and blinky night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at
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occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which
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swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along
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the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that
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struggled against the elements. A hooded figure emerged.
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It was a Domo-Kun.
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"What took you so long?", inquired his wife.
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Silence. Oblivious to his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the
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waffles you brought him?""You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle,
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no matter how burnt," he snickered.
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The pause was filled with the sound of thunder.
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CHAPTER 2:
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The jelly was as dark as night, and just as runny.
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The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles
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with his fork, watching the runny jelly spread and pool across his plate,
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like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of that time --" he started, as
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his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of
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images coming from the past flowed through his mind.
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"You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly
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overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about
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when the fan was last cleaned.
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There was a poignant pause.
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CHAPTER 3:
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Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he
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began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done
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that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed so hard.
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Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable
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horror that had occurred just the week before.
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Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushi with waffles anyway? It's like
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adorning breakfast cereal with halibut -- shameful.
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CHAPTER 4:
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The taste of stable sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He
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wondered where the sushi came from as he attempted to wash the taste away with
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a bottle of 3000¥ sake. He tries to recall the cook's face. Purple?
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CHAPTER 5:
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Many years later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest,
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well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life.
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TRUISMS (1978-1983)
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JENNY HOLZER
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A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN GO A LONG WAY
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A LOT OF PROFESSIONALS ARE CRACKPOTS
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A MAN CAN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE A MOTHER
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A NAME MEANS A LOT JUST BY ITSELF
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A POSITIVE ATTITUDE MEANS ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD
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A RELAXED MAN IS NOT NECESSARILY A BETTER MAN
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NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE SVN
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AN INFLEXIBLE POSITION SOMETIMES IS A SIGN OF PARALYSIS
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IT IS MANS FATE TO OUTSMART HIMSELF
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