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𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝖻
𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉
𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌
𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗅
"𝖨 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐!." 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾
"𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽." 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾
"𝗗𝗼 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁?!." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗏 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋.
𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾
"𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?."
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋
"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿!." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽
𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖥 𝖻𝗈𝗆𝖻 "𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍."
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍
𝖩𝖾𝖿𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄
"𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄."
"𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖩𝖾𝖿𝖿."
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾
𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋
𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾
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