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A Tweet's Cruel Journey to Financial Oblivion

Here we observe the cadaver of 'just setting up my twttr'—a token so thoroughly hollowed out that even its thirteen holders dare not trade it, lest they discover there's nothing left to sell. With zero liquidity and a daily volume of sixty-five dollars, this digital organism expired not with a bang, but with the faintest whisper of a 1.4% price movement, a final twitch of a creature long dead. The top ten holders, clutching 100% of the supply, stand vigil over a mausoleum they alone created.