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𝖠𝖻𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾,
𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗈
𝖾 𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂. 𝖭𝗎𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂, 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗈, 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈.
𝖨 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈
𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗈, 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝖻𝗂𝗓𝗓𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈
𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖾 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗎𝗅
𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈:
𝖿𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂, 𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗅
𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺,
𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗓𝖺.𝖨𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗅'𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗈, 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗎𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗂 𝗂𝗇 𝖤𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺.
𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾
𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖾,
𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗓𝗓𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗂
𝖾 𝗌𝗂 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈
𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗈
𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂.
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