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𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍.
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍.
𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚜.
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.
𝙾𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.
          

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