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𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢?

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎.

𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝙸'𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 *𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕* 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝. 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎.

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𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐-

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𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗-

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𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝-

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𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝-

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[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍]

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚘𝚑 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙼 𝙸 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚆, 𝙷𝚄𝙷? 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃. 𝙰𝙼. 𝙸. 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝚃𝙾. 𝙳𝙾.

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙.

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔.

𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

𝙱𝚎 ~𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍~

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚒, 𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕.

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢? 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝟻 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕,

𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚢 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚉𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖.

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