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𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘰." 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦." "𝘞𝘰𝘸," 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺. "𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. "𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯?" 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦.
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