[center][color=a8a8a8][h3][sub][u]𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝙽𝚈. 𝟸𝟹𝚍 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙰𝚈, 𝟷𝟿 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾[/u][/sub][/h3][/color]

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[indent][indent][color=a8a8a8]𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 [i]𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐[/i] 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘? 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙽𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 [i]𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎[/i] 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖—𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖? 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝.  

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ‘𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍’ 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕, 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 ‘𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢’ 𝚘𝚛 ‘𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑’, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝.  

“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘? 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎? 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 — ‘𝚈𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚜, 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝’. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝-𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.  

“𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜? 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝?” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙿𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊, 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗—𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠.[/color] 

[color=63705d]([b]𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜[/b]) 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖? 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛? 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛? 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝? 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝—𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.[/color]
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