"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒎, 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚, 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒍."
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