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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᴺᵒ ᵐᵃⁿ ᶦˢ ᵃⁿ ᴵˡᵃⁿᵈ, ᶦⁿᵗᶦʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠᵉ; ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵃⁿ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵉⁿᵗ, ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶦⁿᵉ; ᶦᶠ ᵃ ᶜˡᵒᵈ ᵇᵉᵉ ʷᵃˢʰᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ, ᴱᵘʳᵒᵖᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉˢˢᵉ, ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ᵃ ᴾʳᵒᵐᵒⁿᵗᵒʳᶦᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ, ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ᵃ ᴹᵃⁿᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵉ ᵒʷⁿᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ; ᵃⁿʸ ᵐᵃⁿˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵈᶦᵐᶦⁿᶦˢʰᵉˢ ᵐᵉ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᶦⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ᴹᵃⁿᵏᶦⁿᵈᵉ; ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡ ᵗᵒˡˡˢ; ᴵᵗ ᵗᵒˡˡˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵉ.
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