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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘

𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙾𝚛𝚎𝚘
[𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. . .𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝]

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝚕𝚍

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎

𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕

𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗

Persona

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𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎/𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚘𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍.

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