"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨?"
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"𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨..."
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"𝙃𝙢, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛.."
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"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧, 𝙞𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧."
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚-𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚."
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"𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧."
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