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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚎𝚐.
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚊. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝: 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝟸 𝚖𝚒𝚗.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢.


𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝙿𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚞𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.


𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-𝚊-𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚖'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎. 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝-𝙿𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊, 𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚙.     

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