"𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖶𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝖽𝗂𝗉. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗉" 𝖨 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗉.
"𝖠𝗒𝖾 𝖳𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗆" 𝖳𝖺𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉.
"𝖦𝗈" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽.
"𝖭𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾" 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾.
"𝖶𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝖾" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋.
"𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗌" 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽.
"𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗄𝗌" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽.
𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.
"𝖠𝗒𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇" 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽.
"𝖡𝗈𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝗈. 𝖨 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗎𝗉" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 ?" 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.
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"𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ? 𝖨 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽" 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗒𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.
"𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄" 𝖨 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍.
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