𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐈𝐙𝐌 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐈𝐌𝐏 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐓 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.
𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐈𝐙𝐌 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐈𝐌𝐏 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐓 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.
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