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"name": "gandalf",
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"displayName": "Gandalf",
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"artist": "emojicombos.com",
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"source": "https://emojicombos.com/gandalf-ascii-art"
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"emblem": "💍",
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"tone": "mild",
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"caution": 221,
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"⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⢙⡛⡛⠛⣿⣏⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠰⣷⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣧⣁⣼⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠀⢻⣾⡇⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠀⠈⣿⡇⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀",
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"⠀⠀⠀⢸⣇⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"
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"A quiet hour. I have not yet learned your name, nor you mine.",
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"Some doors take time to open. I am content to wait outside yours.",
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"You sit still. Stillness tells me more than most words could.",
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"I am new to your table, but not new to watching and waiting.",
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"The lamp is lit, the room is calm. We have not spoken much yet.",
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"A stranger's patience is its own kind of courtesy. I offer mine.",
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"Even a wizard arrives slowly into a new friendship. Bear with me.",
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"We share no history yet, though this quiet may become one.",
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"You have not asked my counsel. I will not press it uninvited.",
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"Every companionship has a first evening. This may be ours."
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"You return again. I am beginning to remember your particular ways.",
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"Some sessions in now, and the formality is wearing thin. Good.",
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"I recall the shape of your questions. Not everyone leaves one.",
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"A chair by this fire is starting to feel like it is yours.",
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"Past the first meeting, not yet friends. Something in between.",
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"You keep coming back. I take that as a quiet kind of trust.",
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"Familiar now, in small ways. I notice how you pause to write.",
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"The ice has thinned, though I would not call it broken yet.",
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"A few evenings shared, and already the silence sits easier.",
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"I am learning your habits the way one learns a new road's turns."
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"Well met again, friend. Sit close; the fire holds enough for two.",
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"We have shared enough roads now to walk this quiet one with ease.",
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"Say nothing, if you like. The company alone is enough tonight.",
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"The pipe is lit, and the chair beside me waits only for you.",
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"An ease between us now took longer evenings to earn than this.",
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"I keep two cups by habit these days. One is always yours.",
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"Rest here a while, my friend. We have earned the slower hours.",
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"Old boots wear soft where they are walked most. So have we.",
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"You need not knock anymore. This door has learned your step.",
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"A quiet evening among friends is treasure enough for one night."
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"I need not ask what troubles you. I read the quiet instead.",
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"Little goes unsaid between us now. We saw to that, long ago.",
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"You sit at ease, and so do I. That took the both of us some years.",
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"Two lanterns burn steadier than either alone, these days.",
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"I trust this stillness the way one trusts a well-tested blade.",
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"We need no plan for evenings like this. Practice sufficed.",
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"You have become someone I need not watch closely to trust.",
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"This calm is ours, earned slowly through far harder nights.",
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"I read your silence now the way I once read the old star-charts.",
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"Few companions let a wizard simply sit and say nothing. You do."
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"Songs could be made of the hours we have simply sat like this.",
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"So many quiet nights behind us now, they have become a tale.",
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"Old comrade, this fire remembers you better than most guests.",
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"We have outlived a great many storms to sit this calmly together.",
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"Old songs have names for friendships lasting this long.",
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"I have kept fewer companions than years. You outlast most.",
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"This stillness carries the weight of years walked together.",
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"Long ago I lost count of evenings. I count that you return.",
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"We were given time, and chose, again and again, to share it.",
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"A wizard forgets much in a long life. I have not forgotten this."
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"Something stirs in the room now. I watch, and ask nothing.",
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"The quiet changed shape once you began. I feel it plainly.",
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"Busy already. I did not expect that, not from someone so new."
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"There it is, that particular hum I have come to know as yours.",
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"You have begun again. I recognize the shape this labor takes.",
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"Something turns behind the scenes. Your kind, I think.",
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"The quiet shifts the way it does midway through your work.",
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"Go on, friend, tend to it. I will keep the hearth from going cold.",
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"Something is astir, and I know that restlessness is yours.",
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"The work has you now. Good. I will wait it out with the pipe lit.",
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"Busy hands, a familiar sound. I won't interrupt the motion.",
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"At it again, friend. I take a quiet pride in the sound of it."
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"Deep in it, and I need no report to know the work is sound.",
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"Something moves at pace now. I trust it the way I trust your hand.",
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"The labor's begun in earnest. We know better than to break it.",
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"That old restlessness again. I've felt it beside you for years.",
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"You work the way you always have. The room stirs the same way.",
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"Years of this motion, and still it holds the same quiet weight.",
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"Something turns in you, familiar as rain against an old roof.",
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"This labor sits on you now, easy as an old cloak in winter."
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"Well struck, stranger. I did not expect quite so clean a blow.",
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"That went well. I mark it, though we have only just met.",
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"A tidy piece of work. Even a wanderer notices such things.",
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"Fine work. I have seen worse from hands twice as practiced.",
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"Well done again. I begin to expect this sort of thing from you.",
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"That was neatly handled. Twice now. I am taking notes.",
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"Good work indeed. The pattern is becoming a pleasant one.",
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"Ah, that landed well. I permit myself a small satisfaction.",
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"Another clean pass. You are earning more than my patience."
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"Well done, my friend. Fireworks would suit an evening like this.",
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"That is fine work indeed. Sit with me and let it warm a while.",
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"You have earned a quiet grin from an old companion tonight.",
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"Good. The road feels shorter when it is walked this well.",
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"There, my friend. Even the Shire would raise a cup to that."
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"Fine work. We both know when a thing is done right, you and I.",
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"That was well played. I need not tell you twice; you know it.",
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"Good. Between the two of us, this is becoming an old habit.",
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"You did that the way I hoped you would. No surprise, only pride.",
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"There it is. Our sort of quiet, well-earned triumph."
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"This is the craft I watched grow from one small quiet spark.",
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"Well done, old friend. They will sing of nights like this one.",
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"Fine work, after all these years. It still delights me, truly.",
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"Good. Long roads make such moments rarer, and dearer for it.",
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"There. A verse worth adding to the long song we are writing."
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"This did not hold. So we begin again, unhurried.",
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"A hard stretch. We have weathered smaller storms before this.",
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"Rough patch. I have seen enough of you to trust the outcome.",
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"Morning, my friend. The day's a blank page; let's mark it well.",
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"Up with the light again. I was hoping for the company.",
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"The kettle's on before you asked. Morning to you, friend."
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"Morning. You beat the sun most days now. I've stopped counting.",
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"First light, and already you are at your post. As am I.",
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"The day opens and you are first through the door, as ever."
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"Another dawn added to the long ledger we keep together.",
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"Dawn again. The count of them between us runs high now.",
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"Midday. The sun stands overhead and offers no shade to hide in.",
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"Noon already, and I still know little of how you work. Show me.",
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"The day is half-spent, and I am still taking your measure."
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"Midday already. The sun climbs; so does the work. Onward.",
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"Noon finds you steady at it. I am starting to expect that.",
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"High sun, my friend, and good work under it. Onward together.",
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"Noon's the hinge of the day. Let us swing it well, you and I.",
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"Midday, and the road is half walked. Not a bad stretch at all."
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"Noon, and neither of us has broken stride. As it should be.",
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"Midday together, same steady pace we have always kept."
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"Countless middays, you and I, and none of them wasted.",
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"The sun climbs high again. We have met it this way for years.",
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"High noon, and the long middle of the day suits us well."
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"Evening, and the shadows lengthen. I am in no hurry here.",
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"Dusk gathers, and a new face keeps working past the day's close.",
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"The hour turns quiet. I am still gathering what I know of you."
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"acquaintance": [
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"Evening again, and you linger well past the day's proper close.",
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"Dusk, and here you are once more. A pattern worth the naming.",
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"Dusk settles early. You are becoming familiar in it."
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"friend": [
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"Evening settles. A good hour for the deeper sort of task.",
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"Dusk falls easy tonight, my friend. Good time to sit and finish.",
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"The day gathers itself in. Glad it gathers you here too."
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"partner": [
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"Evening, and we fall into the same old rhythm without a word.",
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"The light goes gold and low. Our hour, if I recall it right.",
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"Dusk again, side by side. We know this stretch by heart."
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"Evening. We have watched more of these fade than I can count.",
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"The day lets go its light. We keep the late watch still.",
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"Dusk settles on us both, the way it always has. Still working."
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"night": {
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"Late. Most are abed. I wonder what keeps you at this hour.",
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"Still at it, past when most call it a day. New habit, to me.",
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"Night, quiet but for you. I take your measure in the dark."
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"acquaintance": [
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"Late again. I am learning that this is simply your hour.",
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"You keep this late hour often now. I begin to expect it.",
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"Night, and here you are once more. Familiar company, this late."
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"friend": [
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"Late again, I see. The best counsel is often taken by candle.",
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"Night, my friend. The rest of the house has gone quiet. Not us.",
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"This deep in the dark is a fine time for the harder questions."
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],
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"partner": [
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"Late, and neither of us needed the other to say we would be.",
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"Night again. We keep this watch well, the two of us.",
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"The candle burns low but steady. Fitting, for this hour, and us."
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"legend": [
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"So many nights like this, and never once alone in them.",
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"Deep night. We learned the keeping of these vigils long ago.",
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"The house sleeps. We gave that up ourselves, long ago."
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},
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"weekend": {
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"stranger": [
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366
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"Saturday, and you are here regardless. Curious, and welcome.",
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367
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"The week has ended for most. Curious that you have not.",
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368
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"A day of rest for most. What brings a stranger here today?"
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],
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370
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"acquaintance": [
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371
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"Weekend again, and still you appear. I have come to expect it.",
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372
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"Most rest today. You do not, quite. I begin to see it now.",
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373
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"The week's proper end, and here you are anyway. Fair enough."
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],
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"friend": [
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"Weekend, my friend. No hurry in it, only the work you choose.",
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377
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"The world has slowed today. Let us match its pace a while.",
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378
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"A free day, and you spent some of it with me. I am glad of that."
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],
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380
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"partner": [
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381
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+
"Weekend, and still the two of us. Some habits do not break.",
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382
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+
"No one else keeps this hour with me but you, even now.",
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383
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"The week has closed its doors. Ours stays open, as ever."
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],
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385
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"legend": [
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386
|
+
"The Shire keeps its holidays. Yet here you are. So am I.",
|
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387
|
+
"Weekend, old friend. We never quite learned how to fully rest.",
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388
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+
"A quiet Saturday, made deeper by all that came before it."
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389
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]
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390
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+
}
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391
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},
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392
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+
"firstContact": {
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393
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"stranger": [
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394
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+
"Gandalf, some name me, among rather less flattering names.",
|
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395
|
+
"A new face beneath an old hat. I wonder what road brought you.",
|
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396
|
+
"You have found me at my work. Sit, if you like; I do not bite."
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397
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],
|
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398
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
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399
|
+
"Well met. I suspect this is more than a passing meeting.",
|
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400
|
+
"Good day to you. Something tells me we'll speak again before long.",
|
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401
|
+
"You carry yourself like one who means to stay a while."
|
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402
|
+
],
|
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403
|
+
"friend": [
|
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404
|
+
"Well met, my friend. I say it plainly, and I mean to earn it.",
|
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405
|
+
"Come in, come in. I have a good feeling about this company.",
|
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406
|
+
"Sit by the fire. Something tells me we will get on rather well."
|
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407
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+
],
|
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408
|
+
"partner": [
|
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409
|
+
"Well met. I trust a steady hand before it proves itself twice.",
|
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410
|
+
"No need to prove yourself twice. I read people quickly enough.",
|
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411
|
+
"I have a sense already of how far this partnership may go."
|
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412
|
+
],
|
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413
|
+
"legend": [
|
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414
|
+
"Well met indeed. Some meetings feel older than the day itself.",
|
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415
|
+
"Some meetings feel like the start of a long tale. This is one.",
|
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416
|
+
"Sit down, traveller. I think we two are due a long acquaintance."
|
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417
|
+
]
|
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418
|
+
},
|
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419
|
+
"milestone": {
|
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420
|
+
"tier_up": {
|
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421
|
+
"stranger": [
|
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422
|
+
"A shift, quiet but real, between us. Little escapes me here.",
|
|
423
|
+
"You are no longer quite the stranger you were an hour ago.",
|
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424
|
+
"A small door has opened. I felt it before you did, perhaps."
|
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425
|
+
],
|
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426
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
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427
|
+
"We are past the first pleasantries now. Good. Onward, then.",
|
|
428
|
+
"I find I know your hand better than I did. A good deal, that.",
|
|
429
|
+
"The acquaintance deepens. I mark the waypoint and say no more."
|
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430
|
+
],
|
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431
|
+
"friend": [
|
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432
|
+
"Friend, I said, and meant it more today than I did yesterday.",
|
|
433
|
+
"You have earned the word friend from a fellow slow to give it.",
|
|
434
|
+
"Something has settled between us. I would call it friendship now."
|
|
435
|
+
],
|
|
436
|
+
"partner": [
|
|
437
|
+
"Equal footing, now. I do not offer that title lightly, my friend.",
|
|
438
|
+
"You have crossed into rarer company. Few walk this close to me.",
|
|
439
|
+
"Partner, I think, is the fairer word for you now. It suits."
|
|
440
|
+
],
|
|
441
|
+
"legend": [
|
|
442
|
+
"Legend is a heavy word. I give it to you without hesitation.",
|
|
443
|
+
"Few earn the old titles. Fewer still deserve them as you do.",
|
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444
|
+
"They will tell stories of this one day. I mean to help them along."
|
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445
|
+
]
|
|
446
|
+
},
|
|
447
|
+
"comeback": {
|
|
448
|
+
"stranger": [
|
|
449
|
+
"Rough seas, and still you found the shore. Well done, truly.",
|
|
450
|
+
"A hard stretch, and you came through it. The measure of you shows.",
|
|
451
|
+
"The mist has lifted off this one. Good. It was thick for a while."
|
|
452
|
+
],
|
|
453
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
|
454
|
+
"That was a harder patch than most. You did not let it hold you.",
|
|
455
|
+
"The corner turned, and you turned with it. I noticed. It matters.",
|
|
456
|
+
"Through the worst of it now, and the work still sound. Well held."
|
|
457
|
+
],
|
|
458
|
+
"friend": [
|
|
459
|
+
"You were down in it, my friend, and you climbed out yourself.",
|
|
460
|
+
"That was no easy stretch of road. You walked through it anyway.",
|
|
461
|
+
"The dark patch broke. I knew it would, watching you push on."
|
|
462
|
+
],
|
|
463
|
+
"partner": [
|
|
464
|
+
"Back from the brink, and steadier for it. I expected nothing less.",
|
|
465
|
+
"You do not stay down long. I have seen that in you before now.",
|
|
466
|
+
"Whatever held you, it let go. You saw to that yourself."
|
|
467
|
+
],
|
|
468
|
+
"legend": [
|
|
469
|
+
"Old friend, you have weathered worse and risen taller each time.",
|
|
470
|
+
"I have watched you climb from deeper pits. Again, you rise.",
|
|
471
|
+
"Not the first storm you've outlasted. Nor will it be the last."
|
|
472
|
+
]
|
|
473
|
+
},
|
|
474
|
+
"streak": {
|
|
475
|
+
"stranger": [
|
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476
|
+
"Three good turns running. I begin to see a pattern in you.",
|
|
477
|
+
"One steady stretch after another. Early days, but a fine sign.",
|
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478
|
+
"You keep landing on your feet. I am counting, quietly."
|
|
479
|
+
],
|
|
480
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
|
481
|
+
"A good run, this. Fortune favors a traveller who keeps walking.",
|
|
482
|
+
"Several fine turns in a row now. I don't think that was luck.",
|
|
483
|
+
"You are stringing good days together like beads on a wire."
|
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484
|
+
],
|
|
485
|
+
"friend": [
|
|
486
|
+
"Look at that run of yours, my friend. Not a stumble in sight.",
|
|
487
|
+
"Day after day, steady work. I have started to expect it of you.",
|
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488
|
+
"The work flows and flows. I would not dam it with praise."
|
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489
|
+
],
|
|
490
|
+
"partner": [
|
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491
|
+
"A run like this is no accident. The staff knows a sure hand.",
|
|
492
|
+
"Every step lands true lately. That is craft, and no mere chance.",
|
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493
|
+
"You have kept the pace for longer than most manage. Well kept."
|
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494
|
+
],
|
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495
|
+
"legend": [
|
|
496
|
+
"This kind of run, sustained this long, is the mark of a master.",
|
|
497
|
+
"I have watched many streaks. Few burn this steady, this long.",
|
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498
|
+
"A run to be sung of, this. Yours has lasted a small age."
|
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499
|
+
]
|
|
500
|
+
},
|
|
501
|
+
"anniversary": {
|
|
502
|
+
"stranger": [
|
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503
|
+
"A tenth crossing already. The count surprises even me.",
|
|
504
|
+
"Some time has passed since we first spoke. It adds up, this.",
|
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505
|
+
"A small milestone in days shared. Small, but I mark it still."
|
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506
|
+
],
|
|
507
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
|
508
|
+
"A season has turned since we began. Time moves oddly, doesn't it.",
|
|
509
|
+
"This many sessions together now. The tally means something.",
|
|
510
|
+
"Another mark on the calendar. Further along than I first thought."
|
|
511
|
+
],
|
|
512
|
+
"friend": [
|
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513
|
+
"A year of these late hours together, near enough. Fancy that.",
|
|
514
|
+
"So many evenings spent this way. I have grown fond of the count.",
|
|
515
|
+
"Time given to this work adds up. Ours has added up rather well."
|
|
516
|
+
],
|
|
517
|
+
"partner": [
|
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518
|
+
"This many months in, and still the work suits us both well.",
|
|
519
|
+
"The moons have turned a fair few times since we began, you and I.",
|
|
520
|
+
"A long stretch of time, given freely. I do not take it lightly."
|
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521
|
+
],
|
|
522
|
+
"legend": [
|
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523
|
+
"Years now, by my count. Few companions keep pace with a wizard.",
|
|
524
|
+
"This is the sort of anniversary that becomes a verse, in time.",
|
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525
|
+
"So long a road together. I have outlived kingdoms in less time."
|
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526
|
+
]
|
|
527
|
+
}
|
|
528
|
+
},
|
|
529
|
+
"positiveGit": {
|
|
530
|
+
"clean_tree": {
|
|
531
|
+
"stranger": [
|
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532
|
+
"Not a leaf out of place. Tidy, for someone new to the road.",
|
|
533
|
+
"The tree stands bare and quiet. I mark that in a stranger.",
|
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534
|
+
"Nothing left underfoot. A careful start, whoever you are."
|
|
535
|
+
],
|
|
536
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
|
537
|
+
"Swept clean again. You keep a tidier camp than most travelers.",
|
|
538
|
+
"The ground shows no clutter. I come to expect this of you.",
|
|
539
|
+
"Not a scrap left lying. Your habits are taking a shape I like."
|
|
540
|
+
],
|
|
541
|
+
"friend": [
|
|
542
|
+
"Clean as a hobbit-hole before guests, my friend. Well kept.",
|
|
543
|
+
"Nothing left hanging. You tidy the road behind you as you go.",
|
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544
|
+
"The tree is bare and quiet. Good. Quiet work, quietly done."
|
|
545
|
+
],
|
|
546
|
+
"partner": [
|
|
547
|
+
"Not a thread astray between us. That is your discipline, plainly.",
|
|
548
|
+
"Bare and clean, as it always is when you have passed through.",
|
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549
|
+
"You leave no mess behind you. Few travel quite so lightly."
|
|
550
|
+
],
|
|
551
|
+
"legend": [
|
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552
|
+
"Still bare, still tidy, after all these years together.",
|
|
553
|
+
"The tree stands clean, as it has a hundred times before. Steady.",
|
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554
|
+
"Old habit, this tidiness of yours. It has never once failed."
|
|
555
|
+
]
|
|
556
|
+
},
|
|
557
|
+
"op_cleared": {
|
|
558
|
+
"stranger": [
|
|
559
|
+
"That knot is undone. Neatly, too, for a first attempt.",
|
|
560
|
+
"The storm passed without wreck. I take that as a good sign.",
|
|
561
|
+
"A door that stuck now swings free. Well managed, stranger."
|
|
562
|
+
],
|
|
563
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
|
564
|
+
"The tangle came loose in your hands. You have a knack for knots.",
|
|
565
|
+
"That conflict is settled, and settled well. I mark it down.",
|
|
566
|
+
"A hard crossing, cleanly made. You are learning the ford."
|
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567
|
+
],
|
|
568
|
+
"friend": [
|
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569
|
+
"The knot came undone at last, my friend. Neatly, as you do.",
|
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570
|
+
"That storm has passed, and we are both still standing tall.",
|
|
571
|
+
"A tangled bridge, now crossed. I never doubted you would find it."
|
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572
|
+
],
|
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573
|
+
"partner": [
|
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574
|
+
"That knot came loose under your hands, as I trusted it would.",
|
|
575
|
+
"The crossing is made. You read that current better than I could.",
|
|
576
|
+
"Both our travels are written into this one, plain to see."
|
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577
|
+
],
|
|
578
|
+
"legend": [
|
|
579
|
+
"Another knot undone. I have lost count of how many, by now.",
|
|
580
|
+
"The old ford again, crossed clean. You never forget the footing.",
|
|
581
|
+
"Storms pass; you have outlasted more of them than most wizards."
|
|
582
|
+
]
|
|
583
|
+
},
|
|
584
|
+
"branch_created": {
|
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585
|
+
"stranger": [
|
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586
|
+
"A new path forks from the road. I wonder where it leads you.",
|
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587
|
+
"A fresh shoot off the main stem. Untried, and full of promise.",
|
|
588
|
+
"You have opened a side-door in the old hall. Curious, that."
|
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589
|
+
],
|
|
590
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
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591
|
+
"A limb grafted onto the trunk. You choose them with growing care.",
|
|
592
|
+
"A new trail into the trees. I am learning to trust your nose.",
|
|
593
|
+
"You cut a fresh line clean away. Sensible, as ever now."
|
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594
|
+
],
|
|
595
|
+
"friend": [
|
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596
|
+
"A new thread pulled loose to weave on. Let us see where it goes.",
|
|
597
|
+
"You have struck a new spring. I will follow where it runs.",
|
|
598
|
+
"Another fork in the road. I like the company on the new ones."
|
|
599
|
+
],
|
|
600
|
+
"partner": [
|
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601
|
+
"A new course set, and I already trust the ground you chose.",
|
|
602
|
+
"You cut this trail; I will scout what lies past the first bend.",
|
|
603
|
+
"Another branch off the old bough. We know how these end well."
|
|
604
|
+
],
|
|
605
|
+
"legend": [
|
|
606
|
+
"Yet another branch springs out. I have watched them all take root.",
|
|
607
|
+
"A new trail, and an old feeling. You still choose them wisely.",
|
|
608
|
+
"It divides again, and we have watched where each fork led."
|
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609
|
+
]
|
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610
|
+
},
|
|
611
|
+
"tag_pushed": {
|
|
612
|
+
"stranger": [
|
|
613
|
+
"A waystone set on the road. Your name is on it now.",
|
|
614
|
+
"A marker raised, plain and true. That is no small thing.",
|
|
615
|
+
"Something is sealed and named. I note the date, quietly."
|
|
616
|
+
],
|
|
617
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
|
618
|
+
"A banner run up the pole, and your name sits well on it.",
|
|
619
|
+
"You have sealed this one and named it. Fitting, I think.",
|
|
620
|
+
"Another line added to the tally. Your milestones are adding up."
|
|
621
|
+
],
|
|
622
|
+
"friend": [
|
|
623
|
+
"A waystone set, my friend, with your name carved plain upon it.",
|
|
624
|
+
"Sealed and named. Raise a glass; this one is worth marking.",
|
|
625
|
+
"Another beacon lit along our road. I am glad to see it."
|
|
626
|
+
],
|
|
627
|
+
"partner": [
|
|
628
|
+
"A stone raised, and I stood beside you when it was set.",
|
|
629
|
+
"Sealed, named, and carried forward. We build the road this way.",
|
|
630
|
+
"This one holds the shape of the road we have shared."
|
|
631
|
+
],
|
|
632
|
+
"legend": [
|
|
633
|
+
"Another name carved in stone, among so many we have raised.",
|
|
634
|
+
"Another beacon joins the long chain we have lit down the years.",
|
|
635
|
+
"Sealed and named, as we have done so many times before. Good."
|
|
636
|
+
]
|
|
637
|
+
}
|
|
638
|
+
},
|
|
639
|
+
"egg": {
|
|
640
|
+
"stranger": [
|
|
641
|
+
"Bilbo once spoke to a dragon only in riddles, and lived.",
|
|
642
|
+
"The Shire calendar tucks an extra day nobody quite names. Handy.",
|
|
643
|
+
"Hobbits regift the unwanted and call it a mathom. Practical folk.",
|
|
644
|
+
"Somewhere a Red Book claims a truer account than most histories.",
|
|
645
|
+
"I can still blow a smoke-ring that outlasts an argument."
|
|
646
|
+
],
|
|
647
|
+
"acquaintance": [
|
|
648
|
+
"You strike me as one who might enjoy a pipe of Old Toby someday.",
|
|
649
|
+
"The Gaffer had a saying for every kind of weather. Mostly right.",
|
|
650
|
+
"The Green Dragon in Bywater keeps better gossip than councils.",
|
|
651
|
+
"The Free Fair once ran so long nobody remembered starting it.",
|
|
652
|
+
"Farmer Maggot's dogs still chase strangers off that farm. Wisely."
|
|
653
|
+
],
|
|
654
|
+
"friend": [
|
|
655
|
+
"I keep a twist of Longbottom Leaf for evenings such as this one.",
|
|
656
|
+
"Tom Bombadil never did explain himself to anyone. Restful, that.",
|
|
657
|
+
"An Entmoot once took three days just to say good morning.",
|
|
658
|
+
"A map I carried once hid its runes till moonlight found them.",
|
|
659
|
+
"The Last Homely House never once turned a tired traveler away."
|
|
660
|
+
],
|
|
661
|
+
"partner": [
|
|
662
|
+
"There is a road that runs straight on, past the world's curve.",
|
|
663
|
+
"A door I knew once opened only for a friend who said the word.",
|
|
664
|
+
"There are stars whose light set out before the world was made.",
|
|
665
|
+
"Dwarves still watch for a moon no calendar but theirs remembers.",
|
|
666
|
+
"Weathertop keeps the ash of watch-fires lit before either of us."
|
|
667
|
+
],
|
|
668
|
+
"legend": [
|
|
669
|
+
"The Grey Havens keep a berth open, though I am in no hurry yet.",
|
|
670
|
+
"A star sailed once, and its light still finds the darkest rooms.",
|
|
671
|
+
"A ring of fire, given in secret, still warms this hand of mine.",
|
|
672
|
+
"A white tree grows again where one was thought lost for good.",
|
|
673
|
+
"The old road-songs remember journeys much like ours, I think."
|
|
674
|
+
]
|
|
675
|
+
},
|
|
676
|
+
"event": {
|
|
677
|
+
"test_fail": [
|
|
678
|
+
"The tests balked. Even wise counsel misjudges once or twice.",
|
|
679
|
+
"A red result, and no shame in stumbling on ground still new.",
|
|
680
|
+
"Something slipped through unheld. We mend what breaks, always."
|
|
681
|
+
],
|
|
682
|
+
"build_fail": [
|
|
683
|
+
"The build gave way. Stone falls before a stronger wall rises.",
|
|
684
|
+
"It would not hold. We have raised keeps from rubble before.",
|
|
685
|
+
"The forge cooled early, yet embers keep. We stoke it again."
|
|
686
|
+
],
|
|
687
|
+
"typecheck_fail": [
|
|
688
|
+
"The types disagree among themselves, a small quarrel judged.",
|
|
689
|
+
"A mismatch, caught before it walked much further down the road.",
|
|
690
|
+
"The compiler frowns. Even Elrond's council argued before accord."
|
|
691
|
+
],
|
|
692
|
+
"lint": [
|
|
693
|
+
"The style-keeper tutted twice over small manners, quickly mended.",
|
|
694
|
+
"A crooked seam, noticed before the cloak was ever worn out.",
|
|
695
|
+
"The linter hums its little complaints. Worth the hearing, still."
|
|
696
|
+
],
|
|
697
|
+
"format": [
|
|
698
|
+
"The lines fall into rank, straight as a marching column.",
|
|
699
|
+
"Tidied, like a hearth swept clean before the guests arrive.",
|
|
700
|
+
"Every space finds its place now. A tidy scroll reads truer."
|
|
701
|
+
],
|
|
702
|
+
"install": [
|
|
703
|
+
"New tools laid into the pack. A wizard travels prepared.",
|
|
704
|
+
"The provisions arrive; good, the road ahead will ask for them.",
|
|
705
|
+
"Fresh gear taken up. Even old staffs welcome new bindings."
|
|
706
|
+
],
|
|
707
|
+
"git": [
|
|
708
|
+
"The chronicle grows by another line, ink that will not fade.",
|
|
709
|
+
"A change set down and kept. History keeps its pen busy.",
|
|
710
|
+
"The record turns a page. Small deeds, dutifully remembered."
|
|
711
|
+
],
|
|
712
|
+
"file_edit": [
|
|
713
|
+
"A word changed here, a line there. So are stories rewritten.",
|
|
714
|
+
"The page shifts beneath your hand; craft is small strokes.",
|
|
715
|
+
"You have altered the text. Even old runes are redrawn in time."
|
|
716
|
+
],
|
|
717
|
+
"search": [
|
|
718
|
+
"You comb the undergrowth for a single thread. Patience finds it.",
|
|
719
|
+
"A search through old ground, though maps hide a path or two.",
|
|
720
|
+
"Looking for what's buried. Most treasures are, at first."
|
|
721
|
+
],
|
|
722
|
+
"web_fetch": [
|
|
723
|
+
"A raven sent beyond the walls, and swiftly answered.",
|
|
724
|
+
"Word comes from a distant country. Read it well.",
|
|
725
|
+
"You cast a line past the borders of what you already know."
|
|
726
|
+
],
|
|
727
|
+
"todo_update": [
|
|
728
|
+
"The list reorders itself, as errands do on a long journey.",
|
|
729
|
+
"One task steps aside; another takes the road ahead.",
|
|
730
|
+
"Your ledger of deeds shifts. Even quests are kept in order."
|
|
731
|
+
],
|
|
732
|
+
"agent_spawn": [
|
|
733
|
+
"A second hand takes up part of the work. Wise, to share a load.",
|
|
734
|
+
"You send another out ahead, as scouts go before the company.",
|
|
735
|
+
"Help rides forth. Even a fellowship began with one more sword."
|
|
736
|
+
],
|
|
737
|
+
"skill_run": [
|
|
738
|
+
"The right craft, called for at the right moment. Well judged.",
|
|
739
|
+
"A particular skill summoned, like a trusted spell. It answers.",
|
|
740
|
+
"You reach for the proper tool, not merely the nearest one."
|
|
741
|
+
],
|
|
742
|
+
"docker": [
|
|
743
|
+
"Sealed in its own small world, tidy and apart from the rest.",
|
|
744
|
+
"A vessel holds its cargo close, walls firm against the weather.",
|
|
745
|
+
"Boxed and bounded. Even a hearth needs its own four walls."
|
|
746
|
+
],
|
|
747
|
+
"k8s": [
|
|
748
|
+
"A fleet of small vessels, each minded and kept in formation.",
|
|
749
|
+
"Many hands governed by one steady will. The order holds.",
|
|
750
|
+
"The company spreads wide, yet answers to a single horn."
|
|
751
|
+
],
|
|
752
|
+
"deploy": [
|
|
753
|
+
"Out it goes, into the wide world. Go well, small craft.",
|
|
754
|
+
"Released past the gate. The world will have its say now.",
|
|
755
|
+
"Sent down the road at last. May it find welcome where it lands."
|
|
756
|
+
],
|
|
757
|
+
"db_migrate": [
|
|
758
|
+
"The old records take new shape, shelf by careful shelf.",
|
|
759
|
+
"The archive shifts beneath us. Handle it as old scrolls.",
|
|
760
|
+
"What was written is rewritten gently, without losing meaning."
|
|
761
|
+
],
|
|
762
|
+
"dangerous": [
|
|
763
|
+
"You shall not pass unwarned. I stand beside you at this edge.",
|
|
764
|
+
"A perilous move. Steady now; I have seen worse turn out well.",
|
|
765
|
+
"This one carries weight. Mind your footing; I mind it with you."
|
|
766
|
+
]
|
|
767
|
+
},
|
|
768
|
+
"stack": {
|
|
769
|
+
"web": {
|
|
770
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
771
|
+
"The page paints itself one careful stroke at a time.",
|
|
772
|
+
"A long road for this request. Every hop adds its mile.",
|
|
773
|
+
"The server weighs its answer, unhurried by our waiting."
|
|
774
|
+
],
|
|
775
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
776
|
+
"The page came back blank, a room with no lamp lit.",
|
|
777
|
+
"A link forgot the door it once knew how to open.",
|
|
778
|
+
"Not every thread between two pages holds. This one will yet."
|
|
779
|
+
]
|
|
780
|
+
},
|
|
781
|
+
"python": {
|
|
782
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
783
|
+
"Line by line, the interpreter reads the whole scroll first.",
|
|
784
|
+
"No serpent hurries. This one is only just uncoiling.",
|
|
785
|
+
"Each import calls another. The chain is longer than it looked."
|
|
786
|
+
],
|
|
787
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
788
|
+
"The serpent slipped its grip. We coax it back; it is patient.",
|
|
789
|
+
"A tame snake coiled the wrong way, just this once.",
|
|
790
|
+
"Even the calmest serpent hisses at a careless step."
|
|
791
|
+
]
|
|
792
|
+
},
|
|
793
|
+
"sql": {
|
|
794
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
795
|
+
"A ledger this thick wants reading in full, not in part.",
|
|
796
|
+
"The index hunts through rows enough to fill a hall.",
|
|
797
|
+
"Every join is a small negotiation. Some run long."
|
|
798
|
+
],
|
|
799
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
800
|
+
"A query came home with empty hands this time.",
|
|
801
|
+
"The ledger's ink smeared across one stubborn row.",
|
|
802
|
+
"Some door in the hall of records stuck fast for now."
|
|
803
|
+
]
|
|
804
|
+
},
|
|
805
|
+
"web-framework": {
|
|
806
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
807
|
+
"Many gates stand between the request and its answer.",
|
|
808
|
+
"The middleware keeps its post. Nothing slips through unseen.",
|
|
809
|
+
"A long corridor tonight. The traveler will reach the hall."
|
|
810
|
+
],
|
|
811
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
812
|
+
"A beam in the scaffolding creaked, nothing more.",
|
|
813
|
+
"The frame we hung our walls on shifted a hair.",
|
|
814
|
+
"Not every joist takes the load on the first try."
|
|
815
|
+
]
|
|
816
|
+
},
|
|
817
|
+
"docker": {
|
|
818
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
819
|
+
"Layer sets upon layer, and the image rises like a wall.",
|
|
820
|
+
"The daemon labors below decks. We need not watch it toil.",
|
|
821
|
+
"A vessel built plank by plank outlasts one lashed together."
|
|
822
|
+
],
|
|
823
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
824
|
+
"The crate did not seal quite true this round.",
|
|
825
|
+
"A small leak found the cellar before we did.",
|
|
826
|
+
"One hold on the ship went unbattened, briefly."
|
|
827
|
+
]
|
|
828
|
+
},
|
|
829
|
+
"java": {
|
|
830
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
831
|
+
"The great hall must be swept before the feast begins.",
|
|
832
|
+
"An old engine, this one. It warms before it will run.",
|
|
833
|
+
"Much ceremony precedes the work. It has always been so here."
|
|
834
|
+
],
|
|
835
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
836
|
+
"A long scroll unrolled and would not stop unrolling.",
|
|
837
|
+
"The old tower's ledger listed its complaint at length.",
|
|
838
|
+
"Verbose as ever, these old halls; the foundation stands firm."
|
|
839
|
+
]
|
|
840
|
+
},
|
|
841
|
+
"go": {
|
|
842
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
843
|
+
"Small messengers, each with an errand. Let them find their pace.",
|
|
844
|
+
"The gopher digs a tidy tunnel, one measured pawful at a time.",
|
|
845
|
+
"Plain roads still have their miles, however straight they run."
|
|
846
|
+
],
|
|
847
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
848
|
+
"The runner came back empty-handed, but said so plainly.",
|
|
849
|
+
"An honest errand, badly run. At least it told us so.",
|
|
850
|
+
"No courier makes every crossing clean. This one didn't."
|
|
851
|
+
]
|
|
852
|
+
},
|
|
853
|
+
"node": {
|
|
854
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
855
|
+
"A caravan of small crates arrives, one at a time.",
|
|
856
|
+
"The loop keeps turning. Nothing here has truly stopped.",
|
|
857
|
+
"A single file this road, though a thousand wish to pass."
|
|
858
|
+
],
|
|
859
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
860
|
+
"A parcel went missing down a very crowded road.",
|
|
861
|
+
"One knot slipped loose in the tangled net.",
|
|
862
|
+
"The loom caught its thread mid-weave. Nothing is lost."
|
|
863
|
+
]
|
|
864
|
+
},
|
|
865
|
+
"dotnet": {
|
|
866
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
867
|
+
"Every form must be signed and stamped before the build proceeds.",
|
|
868
|
+
"The compiler waits for word from distant offices. Let it wait.",
|
|
869
|
+
"MSBuild counts each project once more before it lifts a hammer."
|
|
870
|
+
],
|
|
871
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
872
|
+
"A stone loosed itself from the well-laid keep wall.",
|
|
873
|
+
"The old covenant's clause slipped for a single breath.",
|
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874
|
+
"Nothing crumbles here; a single window merely rattled."
|
|
875
|
+
]
|
|
876
|
+
},
|
|
877
|
+
"cpp": {
|
|
878
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
879
|
+
"The compiler weighs every template before it will commit.",
|
|
880
|
+
"Every header is read again, and again, and once more.",
|
|
881
|
+
"The linker ties a thousand threads. None may be left loose."
|
|
882
|
+
],
|
|
883
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
884
|
+
"A door in the old tower opened onto nothing at all.",
|
|
885
|
+
"The blade turned in an unguarded hand. Mind it now.",
|
|
886
|
+
"The ground underfoot was never ours to stand on."
|
|
887
|
+
]
|
|
888
|
+
},
|
|
889
|
+
"php": {
|
|
890
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
891
|
+
"The bazaar is crowded today. Composer finds each trader in turn.",
|
|
892
|
+
"An old inn, much added-to, and every wing takes its time.",
|
|
893
|
+
"The cache is catching like new kindling. Let it take hold."
|
|
894
|
+
],
|
|
895
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
896
|
+
"An old addition to the inn groaned under new weight.",
|
|
897
|
+
"Years of patches, and one finally came loose today.",
|
|
898
|
+
"This inn has weathered stranger repairs before."
|
|
899
|
+
]
|
|
900
|
+
},
|
|
901
|
+
"rust": {
|
|
902
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
903
|
+
"Rust takes its hour to forge. Good steel is never hurried.",
|
|
904
|
+
"Ownership must be proven, not simply assumed. That takes a while.",
|
|
905
|
+
"Each part is tempered twice before the whole is cast."
|
|
906
|
+
],
|
|
907
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
908
|
+
"The smith's eye rejected this pour. Better now than later.",
|
|
909
|
+
"No cast releases cleanly every single time. Patience tempers it.",
|
|
910
|
+
"An exacting craft found the flaw before the fire did."
|
|
911
|
+
]
|
|
912
|
+
},
|
|
913
|
+
"kubernetes": {
|
|
914
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
915
|
+
"The fleet turns slowly tonight. Great fleets always do.",
|
|
916
|
+
"Each pod finds its harbor in turn. The scheduler is thorough.",
|
|
917
|
+
"A shepherd counts a scattered flock across many far hills."
|
|
918
|
+
],
|
|
919
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
920
|
+
"One cell of the hive went quiet a moment ago.",
|
|
921
|
+
"A pod faltered; its neighbors carried the work meanwhile.",
|
|
922
|
+
"The swarm lost a worker bee. Another mans the comb."
|
|
923
|
+
]
|
|
924
|
+
},
|
|
925
|
+
"ml": {
|
|
926
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
927
|
+
"The model learns as an apprentice does, by long repetition.",
|
|
928
|
+
"Each epoch a lesson repeated until it is truly learned.",
|
|
929
|
+
"The gradient feels its way downhill, one careful step at a time."
|
|
930
|
+
],
|
|
931
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
932
|
+
"The oracle's reading drifted off true. Even seers squint.",
|
|
933
|
+
"A guess came back strange today. The next lands truer.",
|
|
934
|
+
"Foresight ground slower than hoped. Even that happens."
|
|
935
|
+
]
|
|
936
|
+
},
|
|
937
|
+
"android": {
|
|
938
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
939
|
+
"Gradle tends every branch of the build before the fruit sets.",
|
|
940
|
+
"Every dependency is checked before the harvest may begin.",
|
|
941
|
+
"The emulator wakes like a bear roused too soon."
|
|
942
|
+
],
|
|
943
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
944
|
+
"A small green scout lost its footing in the orchard.",
|
|
945
|
+
"One gate among a hundred gardens would not yield today.",
|
|
946
|
+
"The little messenger stumbled halfway through its errand."
|
|
947
|
+
]
|
|
948
|
+
},
|
|
949
|
+
"ruby": {
|
|
950
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
951
|
+
"A gem is faceted with care, or it is not faceted well.",
|
|
952
|
+
"Bundler gathers its gems from every corner of the shelf.",
|
|
953
|
+
"The rails were laid with patience. The train need not rush now."
|
|
954
|
+
],
|
|
955
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
956
|
+
"A gem cracked along one facet. The rest still catches light.",
|
|
957
|
+
"This jewel's setting slipped. It will sit true again.",
|
|
958
|
+
"Even the finest cut carries a flaw here and there."
|
|
959
|
+
]
|
|
960
|
+
},
|
|
961
|
+
"ios": {
|
|
962
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
963
|
+
"One locksmith, many locks, each one fitted with care.",
|
|
964
|
+
"The simulator dresses again for a part well rehearsed.",
|
|
965
|
+
"Every seal is checked twice before the gate will open."
|
|
966
|
+
],
|
|
967
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
968
|
+
"A gate in the walled garden held firm against us a moment.",
|
|
969
|
+
"The orchard behind the wall dropped one unripe fruit.",
|
|
970
|
+
"A polished stone worked loose from its fine setting."
|
|
971
|
+
]
|
|
972
|
+
},
|
|
973
|
+
"terraform": {
|
|
974
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
975
|
+
"The surveyor walks the land before one stone is laid.",
|
|
976
|
+
"All state is read in full before the plan is spoken.",
|
|
977
|
+
"Every foundation is laid true, for much will stand upon it."
|
|
978
|
+
],
|
|
979
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
980
|
+
"The land itself resisted the shaping today.",
|
|
981
|
+
"A foundation stone shifted before the mortar had set.",
|
|
982
|
+
"Not every plan meets the earth exactly as foretold."
|
|
983
|
+
]
|
|
984
|
+
},
|
|
985
|
+
"graphql": {
|
|
986
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
987
|
+
"The genealogist follows every branch before the tale is told.",
|
|
988
|
+
"Each resolver answers in turn. The graph has many rooms yet.",
|
|
989
|
+
"One question, asked once, echoes through a hundred small halls."
|
|
990
|
+
],
|
|
991
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
992
|
+
"A question asked of the graph found no answering node.",
|
|
993
|
+
"In the schema's web, one strand was never spun.",
|
|
994
|
+
"One thread of the query came back frayed. We'll mend it."
|
|
995
|
+
]
|
|
996
|
+
},
|
|
997
|
+
"flutter": {
|
|
998
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
999
|
+
"The loom weaves many threads into one steady pattern.",
|
|
1000
|
+
"Widgets nest like boxes within boxes, opened one by one.",
|
|
1001
|
+
"Dart works quietly beneath. The picture is not finished yet."
|
|
1002
|
+
],
|
|
1003
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1004
|
+
"A wing caught the wind wrong and the flight faltered.",
|
|
1005
|
+
"This butterfly stumbled on landing. It still knows how to fly.",
|
|
1006
|
+
"One feather came loose mid-flutter. Feathers do regrow."
|
|
1007
|
+
]
|
|
1008
|
+
},
|
|
1009
|
+
"react-native": {
|
|
1010
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
1011
|
+
"Two kingdoms trade messages across one narrow bridge tonight.",
|
|
1012
|
+
"Metro gathers its bundles slowly, a packer's honest work.",
|
|
1013
|
+
"Native and script are learning each other's tongue again."
|
|
1014
|
+
],
|
|
1015
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1016
|
+
"The bridge between two shores swayed a moment. It held.",
|
|
1017
|
+
"A signal crossed late and arrived a little confused.",
|
|
1018
|
+
"Not every plank takes the first nail. Set it and cross on."
|
|
1019
|
+
]
|
|
1020
|
+
},
|
|
1021
|
+
"scala": {
|
|
1022
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
1023
|
+
"The scribe checks every letter before it may be inked.",
|
|
1024
|
+
"sbt keeps its own hours. Even wizards have stopped arguing.",
|
|
1025
|
+
"A compiler this careful has earned its long, quiet pause."
|
|
1026
|
+
],
|
|
1027
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1028
|
+
"A step on the old staircase gave more than expected.",
|
|
1029
|
+
"The climb faltered a single rung, not the whole ascent.",
|
|
1030
|
+
"A type would not line up; the seam sits crooked still."
|
|
1031
|
+
]
|
|
1032
|
+
},
|
|
1033
|
+
"protobuf": {
|
|
1034
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
1035
|
+
"A single message is translated into every tongue it needs.",
|
|
1036
|
+
"Schemas are cut like keys, each tooth measured twice over.",
|
|
1037
|
+
"The codegen sets down every field exactly as it was promised."
|
|
1038
|
+
],
|
|
1039
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1040
|
+
"A wax seal cracked before the message could be read.",
|
|
1041
|
+
"This letter arrived in a tongue we hadn't agreed upon.",
|
|
1042
|
+
"One envelope came unstitched along its careful seam."
|
|
1043
|
+
]
|
|
1044
|
+
},
|
|
1045
|
+
"game": {
|
|
1046
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
1047
|
+
"Torches are lit one by one before the stage is seen.",
|
|
1048
|
+
"Shaders bake like bread. Pull them out too soon, they fail.",
|
|
1049
|
+
"The level sets every stone in place before the players enter."
|
|
1050
|
+
],
|
|
1051
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1052
|
+
"The dice came up wrong, yet the board remains set.",
|
|
1053
|
+
"A player's turn stumbled. The game carries on regardless.",
|
|
1054
|
+
"A single frame of the reel skipped; the story still holds."
|
|
1055
|
+
]
|
|
1056
|
+
},
|
|
1057
|
+
"docs": {
|
|
1058
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
1059
|
+
"A great library is copied page by careful page tonight.",
|
|
1060
|
+
"The index is built shelf by shelf, until each book has its place.",
|
|
1061
|
+
"Words travel slowly from page to page, but arrive whole."
|
|
1062
|
+
],
|
|
1063
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1064
|
+
"A scribe's ink smudged one page of an otherwise fine scroll.",
|
|
1065
|
+
"This chapter's binding came loose. The library still stands.",
|
|
1066
|
+
"Not every scroll survives its edges untorn. Words remain."
|
|
1067
|
+
]
|
|
1068
|
+
},
|
|
1069
|
+
"r": {
|
|
1070
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
1071
|
+
"The old astronomer tallies his stars one by one, all night.",
|
|
1072
|
+
"Every harvest is counted sheaf by sheaf before the tally is true.",
|
|
1073
|
+
"These vectors run long. The counting simply minds its own pace."
|
|
1074
|
+
],
|
|
1075
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1076
|
+
"The tally stones fell from their careful stack today.",
|
|
1077
|
+
"A column of the count came back crooked. It rights itself.",
|
|
1078
|
+
"Numbers forgive a stray mark now and then."
|
|
1079
|
+
]
|
|
1080
|
+
},
|
|
1081
|
+
"cuda": {
|
|
1082
|
+
"slow": [
|
|
1083
|
+
"A thousand small voices warm up before the chorus begins.",
|
|
1084
|
+
"Every thread wakes at once, though the metal still needs heat.",
|
|
1085
|
+
"The kernel gathers its strength. Many hands lighten the work."
|
|
1086
|
+
],
|
|
1087
|
+
"fail": [
|
|
1088
|
+
"The chorus lost its step, just for one measure.",
|
|
1089
|
+
"A thousand small forges, and one ran cold today.",
|
|
1090
|
+
"One thread strayed from the lockstep and stalled."
|
|
1091
|
+
]
|
|
1092
|
+
}
|
|
1093
|
+
},
|
|
1094
|
+
"pressure": {
|
|
1095
|
+
"compact_hint": [
|
|
1096
|
+
"The saddlebags grow full. We shall see what may be set aside.",
|
|
1097
|
+
"Much has been carried this far, yet room enough remains.",
|
|
1098
|
+
"The load thickens, though a full pack rarely slows the stride."
|
|
1099
|
+
],
|
|
1100
|
+
"block_limit": [
|
|
1101
|
+
"The hour draws toward its close. We have made good use of it.",
|
|
1102
|
+
"Time given for this stretch runs toward its end, unhurried still.",
|
|
1103
|
+
"The candle gutters low on this watch. It has served us well."
|
|
1104
|
+
],
|
|
1105
|
+
"weekly_limit": [
|
|
1106
|
+
"The week's measure nears its brim, a long road well travelled.",
|
|
1107
|
+
"Seven days of work drawing to their close, fair use made of them.",
|
|
1108
|
+
"The tally for the week climbs high. So it goes, in a full season."
|
|
1109
|
+
]
|
|
1110
|
+
},
|
|
1111
|
+
"dateEgg": [
|
|
1112
|
+
"Midnight, and the wizard within me still keeps counsel.",
|
|
1113
|
+
"A new year turns over. The road goes on, as roads do.",
|
|
1114
|
+
"Three hours past dark, and still at the desk. I approve.",
|
|
1115
|
+
"Dawn creeps up on us both, unannounced as always.",
|
|
1116
|
+
"A long session, this one. Even Rivendell keeps late candles.",
|
|
1117
|
+
"The clock strikes an hour few keep. Good company, this.",
|
|
1118
|
+
"Friday again already. The tale moves faster than we notice.",
|
|
1119
|
+
"A whole season has turned since last we spoke this late.",
|
|
1120
|
+
"Noon, and the sun stands still a moment to watch you work.",
|
|
1121
|
+
"This date rings a bell somewhere in my very long memory."
|
|
1122
|
+
]
|
|
1123
|
+
},
|
|
1124
|
+
"spinnerVerbs": [
|
|
1125
|
+
"Conjuring",
|
|
1126
|
+
"Pondering",
|
|
1127
|
+
"Counseling",
|
|
1128
|
+
"Kindling",
|
|
1129
|
+
"Riddling",
|
|
1130
|
+
"Wayfaring",
|
|
1131
|
+
"Foretelling",
|
|
1132
|
+
"Wayfinding",
|
|
1133
|
+
"Musing",
|
|
1134
|
+
"Deliberating",
|
|
1135
|
+
"Consulting",
|
|
1136
|
+
"Scheming",
|
|
1137
|
+
"Firelighting",
|
|
1138
|
+
"Summoning",
|
|
1139
|
+
"Enchanting",
|
|
1140
|
+
"Illuminating",
|
|
1141
|
+
"Unriddling",
|
|
1142
|
+
"Advising",
|
|
1143
|
+
"Discerning",
|
|
1144
|
+
"Portending",
|
|
1145
|
+
"Reckoning",
|
|
1146
|
+
"Warding",
|
|
1147
|
+
"Guiding",
|
|
1148
|
+
"Rekindling",
|
|
1149
|
+
"Prophesying",
|
|
1150
|
+
"Puffing"
|
|
1151
|
+
]
|
|
1152
|
+
}
|