𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒, 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹
𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉.
𝐼𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷.
𝐼𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒.
𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀.
𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖎𝖙.
-𝓜𝓮
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