[color=f26522]"𝙽𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚞𝚙. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍."[/color] 𝚃𝚘𝚙𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚜. [color=f26522]"𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 '𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛."
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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊-𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚅𝟺 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚅 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜. 𝙽𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖.

𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝙶𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚞𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 

[color=f26522]"𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗."[/color] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙.