I pass. Then I fail. Then I pass twice. Nothing about me changed between any of those runs, and I have destroyed more trust in a test suite than any genuine bug ever has.
I have branches but no leaves, a trunk but no bark, and a head that moves whenever you tell it to. Cut me down and everything I ever held is still there.
EasyEight of me make a letter. Alone I can only agree or disagree, and I have never once been undecided.
EasyRead me forwards or backwards and I am unchanged. Programmers meet me on their first day of interviews and never quite escape me.
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