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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊"
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚠𝚗?
𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡.
𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢.
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