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My cat, Merlin, snuggling up in the crook between my neck and shoulder, langorously seeking attention, and purring in my ear as a reward.
A deep, rolling synth bass note with lots of edgy buzzing from a just-right filter resonance.
The unexpected smell of flowers wafting to me on a spring morning.
Making the perfect railgun shot on an airborne opponent in Quake Arena and watching him explode in a fine mist of pixelicious gore.
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"To those of you who are wearing ties, I think my dad would appreciate it if you took them off." - Robert Moog
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