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ᴏʰ ɢᵒᵈ, ʷʰʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ɪ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃˡˡ, ɪⁿᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵈⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃˡˡᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵃˡˡ? ɪ ˢᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ, ғᵃᶜᵉᵈ ʰᵃᵗʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ. ʙᵘᵗ ʏᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʰᵉˡᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃⁿᵈ, ᴘᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵘᵍ'ˢ ᵈᵉᵐᵃⁿᵈ. ɴᵒʷ, ᶠⁱᶠᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ, ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵉ, ɪ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʏᵒᵘ, ɢᵒᵈ, ᶠᵒʳ ᵍᵘⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ.
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