The shed is open to ideas. The door to the shed is open. The shed is grey with a pane of glass in a tiny window, to be a window. Light stays quiet in the shed. The thinking in the shed stays quiet. Rumours abound, the nation dies. Emphatic envy lives and dies. Here is the shed and here is the end of shed. “ Driverless car rules perplexing,”says Google.
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