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𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜.𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎; 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚜, 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗. 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚛, 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊. 𝙻𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 "𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜" 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚐𝚘, 𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚢  𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊, 𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙻𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 en 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊. A𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝙴𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚒 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚒 𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚒 𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚒, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝙴𝚐𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞 𝚢 𝚝𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝚃𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 "𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜" 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘...𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚢 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘, 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜. 

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Mᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀʀʙᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜʀ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀ. Tʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍᴊᴜʀɪᴀᴛᴇs ᴜs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs ᴜs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴜs; Bᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ɪs ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴜs ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴜs, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅɪᴛʏ ᴏʀ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇs. Iᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxɪsᴛ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ, ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛs ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇs, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Wʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ "ʏᴇᴀʀs" sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʜᴀs sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ. Sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ʜɪs ᴇɢᴏ ʟᴀʏᴇʀ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. Tʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴍɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀғʟᴏᴡ ᴜs, sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴜs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴜs ʟɪғᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ, ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ, ʟᴏsᴛ, ᴜɴʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ, ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟs.
ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ, ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ, ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʀᴀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴘᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴇғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ. Kɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ sʜᴏᴡs ᴜs, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. Iᴛ ɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ɴᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇɢᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ. Yᴏᴜʀ "ᴅᴀʀᴋ" ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, ᴅᴇɴʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴜs sᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ... ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ. Dɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴀᴛʜ, ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇɴ, ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ.

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