𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁. 𝖠𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅.

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇-𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇-𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖮𝗁, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒. 𝖡𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗇𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌.

𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘝𝘓

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