𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝟿𝟸 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙵𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 - 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜 - 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙽𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.