𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 
𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘? 

𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒅? 

𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍? 

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