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𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑,, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.

𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝. 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛. 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎.[/center]