Hello, I'm centred.

Hello, I'm over on the right.

Hello, I'm back over on the left.

I'm going to be a long paragraph that shows me what happens then you have a block of text that isn't justified. The rest is just nicked from one of my stories and is only important as being a big block of text. Lalalala. Be text: My wrist-worn Carlyle mini-data station beeped. Saved by the bell. I edged off the bed and made my way to the corner, where the Marian Shrine gleamed. It felt like my only friend. My only comfort in this world. I wasn't alone. I had God, just like Mello had told me. I knelt now and crossed myself, using the little font of holy water that Mello had sourced from that Cathedral in Berlin. They could do whatever the fuck they wanted to. It was time for Mass, or as best I could manage it, without a priest or Confession or anyone to give me Communion, Absolution, anything. I began the opening rites, leading into the Liturgy of the Word, in perfect Croatian, as I had been taught. I had barely got the first syllables out, when a shadow fell over me and I was flanked. E!Mello, carrying Sebastian, to my right; O!Mello to my left. They all reached in for the water to bless themselves; they each joined in with the sacraments. When my voice gave in, faltering under the darkness in my soul, O and E!Mello both kept it going, with the latter snaking an arm around my shoulders and holding me, while I whispered along with them. There was solidarity here, brotherhood and unity. They might be apparitions of my parents, but they were Catholic men and that made them closer to me.

This is the same as above, but this time has the justify attribute in its alignment. Woot. See the difference mainly in the right edge. Random text: My wrist-worn Carlyle mini-data station beeped. Saved by the bell. I edged off the bed and made my way to the corner, where the Marian Shrine gleamed. It felt like my only friend. My only comfort in this world. I wasn't alone. I had God, just like Mello had told me. I knelt now and crossed myself, using the little font of holy water that Mello had sourced from that Cathedral in Berlin. They could do whatever the fuck they wanted to. It was time for Mass, or as best I could manage it, without a priest or Confession or anyone to give me Communion, Absolution, anything. I began the opening rites, leading into the Liturgy of the Word, in perfect Croatian, as I had been taught. I had barely got the first syllables out, when a shadow fell over me and I was flanked. E!Mello, carrying Sebastian, to my right; O!Mello to my left. They all reached in for the water to bless themselves; they each joined in with the sacraments. When my voice gave in, faltering under the darkness in my soul, O and E!Mello both kept it going, with the latter snaking an arm around my shoulders and holding me, while I whispered along with them. There was solidarity here, brotherhood and unity. They might be apparitions of my parents, but they were Catholic men and that made them closer to me.

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I'm black and green and red.

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