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ᴛʳᵘˢᵗ, ᵉˣᵖᵉⁿˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜᵒˢᵗ, ᴄʳᵃʷˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵉᵉˢ ᵃᵐⁱᵈ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗˢ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ. ᴇⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢ ᵐᵃᶻᵉ, ʙᵘᵗ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃˢˢ, ᵍᵘⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃᶻᵉ. sᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ, ⁱᵗˢ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ, ʟᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐ ⁱⁿ ɢᵒᵈ'ˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿˢⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ.
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