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𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 = 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝
𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 = 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Sᴍᴀʟʟ Cᴀᴘs = Tɪᴍᴇ Sᴋɪᴘ
𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐 = 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗣𝗢𝗩:
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙰 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝-𝚜𝚘-𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐-𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕, 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝.

𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔, "𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕥-.."

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚢.

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