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"𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦."

𝖮𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

"𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎."

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"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾?" 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖽𝗈, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

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