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‹ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺;
𝘣𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴
"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦?
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘻𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘳
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮
"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦"𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾,
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