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𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜
𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜
𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊
𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜;
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎;
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎
𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜.