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│❛ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵏⁱᵈ, ᴵ ʰⁱᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵃⁱᵈ; "ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ, ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ, ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ⁱᵗ." ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉ, ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵖᵒᵗ. ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˢʰᵒᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃˡᵗⁱᵗᵘᵈᵉ ˢⁱᶜᵏⁿᵉˢˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ, ❜
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𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠,
𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ˊˎ-
──⸙: ཻٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜ͜ ٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜٜ࿐───────
❛ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵏⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍʳᵉʷ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰⁱˢ
ʷᵃʸ, ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʳʰʸᵐᵉ, ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ. ᴬˢ ⁱᶠ
ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ
ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ.
ˢᵒ ʷᵉ ᵍʳᵉʷ ᵘᵖ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ
ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘˢ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ,
ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ
ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵘˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ
ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗᵒᵒˡ ˢʰᵉᵈ. ˢᵒ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ
ˢᵗʳⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵇˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵘᵉˢ ᵃˢ ʷᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ
ᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ ˢᵒ ʷᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ. ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ
ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ ˡᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵇᵒⁿᵉ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ
ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵍʳᵒʷⁿ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉᵒⁿˢ ᶜᵃⁿ
ᶜᵘᵗ ᵃʷᵃʸ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒ ʷᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ
ᵐᵉᵗᵃˢᵗᵃˢⁱᶻᵉ, ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ.❜
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