𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎.
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎.
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