" 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 "
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"𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄 𝙤𝙬𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?" 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨.
𝘼𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙨. 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣.
"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙨."All Rights Reserved