“𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺.”
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