I am cut into pieces to travel, and the pieces do not agree to arrive together or in order. Something at the far end quietly reassembles me and lets you believe I was never divided.
I hold nothing of my own, yet almost everything passes through me. When I run out of room I forget the oldest thing first. You only notice I exist on the day I am wrong.
EasyI make finding fast and writing slow. I am useless when you do not know what you are looking for, and I take my fee on every single insert.
EasyAdd more of me and the work finishes sooner — until it does not. Past a certain number I spend more time coordinating than working.
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