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𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚣𝚣 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝, "𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛" 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚢𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 "𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙", 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢.
° 𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙏𝙚𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩
° 𝙍𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛-𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨
° 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 11𝙨
° 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚
° 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 " 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖? " "𝙽𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘" "𝙸𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝", 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍. 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 " 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍? " "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝". 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. " 𝙰𝚢𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎", 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢.
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