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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛
𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚜
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘
𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚞𝚝
𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝
𝙿𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝
𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

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