⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     𝐼𝑛 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝑂𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝘩𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑇𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐴𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       𝑊𝑒'𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑇𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝐴𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝘩𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑇𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝐴𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛