ᴱᵛᴱᴿᵞᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴬˢ ᴺᴼᵂ ᵟᵁᴵᴱᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴬ ᶜᴿᴱᴬᵀᵁᴿᴱ ᵂᴬˢ ˢᵀᴵᴿᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱᵛᴱᴺ ᴬ ᴹᴼᵁˢᴱ. ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵁᴺᴴᴼᴸᵞ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵂᴴᴱᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀˢ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴮᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴰᴬᴺᶜᴱᴿˢ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴰᴬᴺᶜᴵᴺᴳ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴸᵁᶜᴷ. ˢᴼ ᴴᴱ ˢᴬᵀ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᵀᴬᴳᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᶠᴵᴺᴵˢᴴᴱᴰ ᴴᴵˢ ᴰᴿᴵᴺᴷ ᴾᵁᵀᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᵀ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵀᴬᴿᵀᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ. ᴴᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᵁᴾ ᴼᴺᶜᴱ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ˢᴬᴵᴰ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴬᴺᶜᴱ ᴾᴼᴸᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴬᴸᴷᴱᴰ ᴼᵁᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᴴᴼᴹᴱ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ˢᴵᴸᴱᴺᵀ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ.
Why am I like this, lol- oops.
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