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ᴸʸʳᶦᶜˢ
ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ :
ᴬ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ.
ᴬ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ˡᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵉᵗ.
ᴬ ᵇᵃᵈ ʳᵉᵖᵘᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ.
ᴵⁿˢᵃᵗᶦᵃᵇˡᵉ ʰᵃᵇᶦᵗˢ.
ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ. ʸᵉᵃʰ.
ᴵ ˢᵃᶦᵈ, "ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᶦˢˢ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ᶦᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ"

ᴾʳᵉ-ᶜʰᵒʳᵘˢ:
ᴵ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵍᶦʳˡ.
ᵀᵒⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ, ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʰᵉʳ.

ᶜʰᵒʳᵘˢ:
ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉˢ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ. (ᴹʸ, ᵒʰ ᵐʸ)
ᴴᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵃˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵐᶦᵈⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ. (ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ)
ᴹʸ ᵐᵃᵐᵃ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ʰᶦᵐ. (ᴹʸ, ᵒʰ ᵐʸ)
ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ (ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒ).
ᴮᵘᵗ (ˢᵒ ᵃᵐ ᴵ)

ˢᵉᶜᵒ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ:
ᴸᵒᵒᵏ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ.
ᴰᵃᴮᵃᵇʸ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ.
ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʳᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿ ᵒⁿ ˡᶦˡ' ˢʰᵃʷᵗʸ, ᴵ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ.
ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵏᶦˢˢᶦⁿ' ᵒⁿ ˡᶦˡ' ˢʰᵃʷᵗʸ, ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵏᶦˢˢᶦⁿ' ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵉᶦᵗʰᵉʳ.

ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ, ᴵ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ, ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᶦᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ. (ʸᵉᵃʰ)
ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ ˢʰᵉ ᶦⁿ, ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵇᵘʸᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᴮᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ. (ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒ)
ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵍᶦʳˡ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗ, ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵒᶠᶠ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ. (ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒ)
ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃʸ ᴵ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵉᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵖᵒᵖ ᵘᵖ ᵒⁿ ᵀⱽ.

ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ, "ᴺᵒ ᵈᶦˢʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ, ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵈᵒ ᶦᵗ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᶦᵗ."
ᴾᵒᵖ ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵘᵖ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒᶦⁿ' ᴮᶦᵉᵇᵉʳ.
ˢʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵃʷᵃʸ, ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈʳᵒᵖ ᵃ ᵖᶦⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳ.
ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒⁿ' ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰᶦⁿ' ᵃ ᶠᵉᵛᵉʳ (ʸᵉᵃʰ, ʸᵉᵃʰ, ʸᵉᵃʰ)
ᴵ'ᵐ ʰᵒᵗ. (ʸᵉᵃʰ)

ᴮʳᶦᵈᵍᵉ:
ᴹʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵒʰ ᵐʸ.
ᴹʸ ᵐᵃᵐᵃ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ.
ᴹʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵐʸ, ᵒʰ ᵐʸ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ, ⁿᵒ.

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