𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲! 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 @freewritehouse, 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺. 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟬𝘀:
𝗢𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗻-𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝘆𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.
"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲!" 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗻."
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗿, 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. "𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝘀!" 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘆𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 ‘𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹’ 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀.
𝗦𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿, 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗯𝘄𝗲𝗯𝘀, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗺𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹. "𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱", 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗴.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗽𝗮, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 "𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸" 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗜𝗩𝗘'𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀.
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𝗢𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗻-𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝘆𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.
"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲!" 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗻."
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗿, 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. "𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝘀!" 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘆𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 ‘𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹’ 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀.
𝗦𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿, 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗯𝘄𝗲𝗯𝘀, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗺𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹. "𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱", 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗴.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗽𝗮, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 "𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸" 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗜𝗩𝗘'𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀.
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