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𝑀𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘!
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑛,
𝑉𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛.
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑧𝑒𝑎𝑙,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡,
𝑁𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟- ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤.
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒.
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒.
𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤.
𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒,
𝑂𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑦,
𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.
𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡,
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑,
𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠,
𝑇𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒
𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑦, 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑐𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙?
𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡?
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑: 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒?
𝑁𝑜. 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡; 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒
𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒.
𝑉𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑,
𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒.
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