𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧... 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘥, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡.
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