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Undertaker

Lion Stats
Experience	2126 / 8910 (23%)
Level	10
Strength	71	Speed	42
Stamina	51	Smarts	52
Agility	50	Skill	4
Total Stats:		270

Lion Currents
Age	5 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Patient (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Lucent (Deceased)	Mother	ely (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (6)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Frostbitten (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 2: Ice Crackle (69%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Hoarfrost Dust (12%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Lycaon Heavy Noctis (41%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Sunset Siamese (57%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Feline 6 Elysian (100%) Tier 5 Slot 8: Frostbitten Inverted Quagga (100%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Feline 1 Elysian (100%) Tier 5
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Peridot
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Elysian
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Abandoned Cemetery Above Shiny Rock Left Earring Piercing [Black] Shiny Rock Right Earring Piercing [Black] Senegal Feather Decor Hornbill Feather Decor Falling Petals [Black] Falling Ash Obnoxious Raven Ground Fog

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	3	Explore Steps Taken	1509	NPCs Defeated	164
Lions Sent Away	50	Lions Killed	0

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 175 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 20% fertility to breed. This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week. * Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects. * Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Studding Services

This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 175 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 20% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week.

* Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects.

* Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Biography
.~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~. 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢. 𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘶𝘣𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: “𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳… 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳…” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, ‘𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.’ 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳. .~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~.

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𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢. 𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘶𝘣𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: “𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳… 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳…” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, ‘𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.’ 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳.

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