𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖹𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖮𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍.
𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗁𝗒𝗆𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.
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