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T𝔬𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡. 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 I 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬? 𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔱, I'𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤. I 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔩k 𝔱𝔬, 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔩k 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔤𝔲𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩... 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤. I 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 I 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 I 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦'𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤. E𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯.

~E𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔞