𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅: 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆? 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐. 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅? 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎?
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