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The place к spoke of turns out to be a refuge for the
typographically corrupt. Many characters end up here, with no

where else to function. The not so lucky ones have fallen into

the gutter in a failed attempt to flee to the clean, white safety
of another page. Those who remain standing crowd together in

blatant disregard towards one another’s space, searching
desperately for a place to fit in...