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𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰'𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔.
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