"𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆?" 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.
"𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌" 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽.
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, "𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀?"
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