𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 ______, 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.
𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛.
𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.
𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎.
𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.
𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢.
𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎.
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