"𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛
𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒́𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛?
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊
𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞?
𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒́𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘̃𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜.
𝚄𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚟𝚊̃𝚘,
𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎
𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜
𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚊̃𝚘."
-𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊.
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