“Come back and fight me!” she yelled, slamming the bucket against the bars in one final overhand strike, venting her fury by smashing the wooden container into a dozen different pieces. She stood, puffing for a second, holding a broken handle. […] I empathized with Bastille – I even felt some of her same rage, even if I didn’t express it by destroying innocent bucketry.

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When an algorithm makes two recursive calls, we say that it uses binary recursion.

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