𝖥𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌-𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗂 𝗌𝗂 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂, 𝖽𝖾𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗓𝗂𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗑𝗂, 𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖺 𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺 𝗇𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗌𝖺-𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺. 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺.
𝖲-𝖺𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗓𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖺 𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗂. 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂 𝗇𝗎 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖿. 𝖲𝗂 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾.
𝖲𝗂 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗂 𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗉, 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾, 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖷𝖻𝗈𝗑-𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅-𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖽𝖾 𝗓𝗂𝗎𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂, 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗎 𝗅-𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺.
" 𝖧𝖾𝗂, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂... " 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗅𝖾, 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝗂 𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗂 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝖺𝗂 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾.
" 𝖣𝖺? " 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗉𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇.
𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾. 𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖼𝖺, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝖺 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗅-𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝖼𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗎 𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅, 𝗍𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗎 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍. 𝖠𝗍𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺, 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗉𝖾.
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