𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠,
𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑠
𝑐𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑥 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝒂𝒏 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠
𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑛, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠

𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙,
𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟
𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑟𝑡
𝐴𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑

𝑊𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠,
𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑒'𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑦'𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠
𝐹𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠.

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