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𝙾̈𝚕𝚞̈ 𝚍𝚘𝚐̆𝚖𝚞𝚜̧ 𝚌̧𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊.
𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏.
𝑩𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕𝜾𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒄̧ 𝒌𝒆𝒛 𝒅𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒍𝜾𝒛 𝒃𝜾𝒓𝒂𝒌𝜾𝒍𝜾𝒓𝒅𝜾 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒈̆𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒊𝒄̧𝒊𝒎𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒅𝜾𝒈̆𝜾𝒏𝜾 𝒔𝒐̈𝒚𝒍𝒖̈𝒚𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒖.
𝑩𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒔𝜾𝒚𝒅𝜾𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒑,
𝑨𝒎𝒂 𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒌.
𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒊 𝒐̈𝒍𝒅𝒖̈𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒛𝒂𝒓𝜾𝒎𝒅𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒈̆𝒊 𝒄̧𝒊𝒄̧𝒆𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄̧𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒕𝜾.
𝘉𝘶̈𝘵𝘶̈𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘤̧𝚤𝘬𝚤𝘺𝘰𝘳 𝙔𝙖𝙧𝙜𝛊𝙘𝛊.
𝐵𝑖𝑧 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑠𝚤 𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑦𝚤 ℎ𝑎𝑘 𝑒𝑡𝑚𝑖𝑦𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑢𝑘.
𝖢̧𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗄𝗅𝗎𝗀̆𝗎𝗆 𝗈̈𝗓𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂?
𝙂𝙤̈𝙠𝙮𝙪̈𝙯𝙪̈𝙣𝙚 bak.
𝑆𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑔̆𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑒𝑘 𝑦𝑢𝑣𝑎𝑦𝑑𝚤𝑛.
𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝘂𝗿𝘀̧𝘂𝗻, 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀̧𝗮𝗻𝘀.
𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝘇.
𝗕𝘂 𝗱𝗼̈𝗿𝘁.
𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.
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