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As Olive proceeded warily into the depths of the park itself, her senses found themselves dialed up to 11. Every sound, scent, and sight became raw, unprocessed input for her brain. The rustle of the leaves on the wind, the freshly wet grass from its latest date with the automatic sprinkler...

"-I only ask that you delete this letter." OK, Olive thought. And so she did, the cursor smoothly making its way to click the button as it had done for the countless spam emails she had received before. Were it only that easy to forget, of course, Olive would have then proceeded with her day...