Despite its makers' claim to the contrary, the latest Version of MacLinkPlus Deluxe does not seem capable of translating a WordStar document from 1988 into something readable:
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And that should be cause for rejoicing on your end and relief on mine, because no one needs to read evidence of such total abjection. At least this way the shame gets transformed into experimental prose poetry!