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𝓐𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋
𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍 & 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽
𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 - 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾
𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾
𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈-𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾
𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.
𝓣𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺. 𝖧𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌
𝗏𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇; 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇
𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗉𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗒 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇𝖺𝗅
𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾. 𝖪𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽
𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾... 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍,
𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿
𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗋. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁’𝗌 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋.
𝓗𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇’𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌
𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖬𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗒-𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖿-𝗈𝗇-𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁
𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇
𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽
𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌, 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽
𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽
𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗁.
𝓢𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖨𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖻𝗈𝗐, 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋-𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗒
𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍
𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐-𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽
𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁, 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝖾. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽
𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋-𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽
𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
𝓣𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽-𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽
𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺 “𝗇𝗒𝗂!” 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆
𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖿𝗎𝗋-𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾.
𝓟𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖻𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍...𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒
𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽-𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺
𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾... 𝖨𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾...𝖧𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇
𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇? 𝖧𝖺𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽
𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖻𝗈𝗐, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍.
“𝓐𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾
𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.
“𝓘’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.”
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