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I know you're there. You think I didn't see that? That I don't take in every little detail, in hopes that one might prophecy... something? Anything? Every little change. You are hidden from sight, indeed, but your presence is felt. It courses through the air, and the air vibrates. Changes the beat of my heart into something a little more uptempo. Suspense; tension. It is only a matter of time, you know. I'm stubborn, and as patient as a rock. I will be here.

Post Script: My Portable Firefox does not find you to be very well formed, in ironic contrast to the inefficiency that be MSIE. Hence my delay. Inquire inside for details. ;-) Also: you're an evil fucking bastard.