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𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵… 「 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢.🔞 」 — @feeblescribe211.bsky.social
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— 𝘛𝘩𝘦 ‘𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴’ 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥𝘴.
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— 𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦.

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘦.
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— 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘒𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 “𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨.”
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— 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘻 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘒𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯’.
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— 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱; 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩.

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴…

𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴—𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
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— 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣—𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺.
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— 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩… 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦…
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Forgive me for all the teasing; you look so pretty when you’re shy, I can’t help but try to pull it out of you again and again — that flush, that blush.
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— 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.
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— 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵… 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵; 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘴… 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴.
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— 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵
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— 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
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— 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵.
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— 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵; 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦.
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— 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦.
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— 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦.
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— 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢.

…𝘖𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
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— 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘺𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺
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— 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘻𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦..
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— 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸.
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— 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
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— 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴.

𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.