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Dear Anonymous,

The universe is a big place, and Science I dont know you very much, what I do know is that the answer to the probability in any place a particle would be in would be that the wavefuntion^2=2/L sin^2 n pi(x)/L      =[2b-sinb*cosb*pi(b)]-[2a-sina*cosa*pi(a)]

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