𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕣... 𝕤𝕒𝕪.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜... 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤.
𝔽𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪. 𝔽𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕚𝕥.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕.
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖.
𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖?
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕠𝕒𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕔, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪.
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