𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒚𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒀𝒈𝒈𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉.
𝑵𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏.
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