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"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. "𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦."