𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊.
𝙷𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛.
𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 (𝚐𝚞𝚢, 𝚗𝚘) 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜.
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