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"𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊"
𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚜.
𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.
"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔", 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍.
𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘?
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙"
𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝.
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.
"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞", 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚕𝚢.
"𝙳𝚘 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎?"
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