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_𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙴 78 14/11/2015

𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑙,

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅.

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦.

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑.

𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒.

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒.

𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠.

𝐼𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠...

𝐼𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑏 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦...

𝐼𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡.

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑒.

𝐴𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑.

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