ʝυѕт α ѕмαℓℓ тσωи gιяℓ ℓινιиg ιи α ℓσиєℓу ωσяℓ∂.
ʝυѕт тαкιиg α ѕтєρ αт α тιмє тняσυgн ℓιfє. ѕσмєтιмєѕ яυииιиg тняσυgн ιт.
ωαитιиg α ℓιfє ωσятн ωяιтιиg αвσυт.
∂єαℓιиg ωιтн яєgυℓαя ιиѕє¢υяιтιєѕ.
ѕσмєωнєяє αℓσиg тнє ℓιиє ѕтυмвℓιиg υρσи fινє ѕιиgιиg 'ι∂ισтѕ'.
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anniesthename
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