White chunks: Live memory cells.
Entire black: Dead memory cells.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
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That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug. -- For my Print and E-books: Go here, please: http://pothi.com/pothi/ Here's my E-mail address: maqsoodqureshi@gmail.com
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LOOOOOL.. this looks like my brains too
LOL
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