«𝕳𝖔𝖞 𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖛í 𝖆 𝖘𝖔ñ𝖆𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖚𝖊𝖌𝖔. 𝕹𝖔 𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖚𝖊𝖌𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖆 𝖊𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖆𝖗, 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖙𝖗𝖔... 𝖊𝖑 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖏𝖔 𝖉𝖊 𝖑𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆 𝖞 𝖒𝖊 𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖚𝖓 𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖗. 𝕸𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖙é 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔. 𝕻𝖆𝖘é 𝖑𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖟𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖉𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖇𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖟...»
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