"𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆
𝑨 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆
𝑨𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆?
𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒏𝒐
𝑨𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔"
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