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𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.
𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩,
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.
𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.