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Not my mess to clean’

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Not my mess to clean’
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Not my mess to clean’
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Imagine having a large collection of books and tapes, but some of them contain errors or biases. These flaws introduce incorrect information and spurious correlations. For example, books with a specific font style might have inaccuracies unrelated to the content. To overcome this, you want to extract the genuine knowledge common to all the books and tapes, disregarding the flawed details. The goal is to find a representation that captures the underlying concepts, free from biases. Similarly, in
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Not my mess to clean’
Through the broken windows of abandoned buildings, glimpses of the city's past glimmered like fading memories. Faded billboards advertising products that no longer existed, cracked movie posters from an era long gone, and remnants of a bygone society that had crumbled under the weight of its own hubris. Yet, amidst the ruins, there were pockets of resistance, small enclaves of hope that refused to surrender. Underground networks of rebels and freedom fighters plotted and strategized, their spiri
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
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