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𝘼𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘̧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙤 𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙚̂𝙨, 𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙤.
𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙖. 𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙩𝙚. 𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙩𝙚.
𝙀 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙖, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙤, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧, 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖̃𝙤.
𝙈𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙤, 𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙤, 𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙪, 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙜𝙤, 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙚 𝙍𝙚́𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤.
𝘼 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙚, 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤, 𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚.
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