"𝖨𝗍𝗂... 𝖨𝗍𝗂 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺?" 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖼𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗎-𝗂 𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗂. 𝖤𝗅 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗌𝗂 𝗌-𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺.
"𝖬𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂. 𝖨𝗆𝗂 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺." 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺. 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗉 𝗌𝗂 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖾𝗅, 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀.
𝖨𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂 𝗌-𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗇𝗎 𝗌𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾. 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺, 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝖺 𝗇𝗎, 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖣𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺. 𝖨𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗂 𝖺𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖺 𝖿𝗂 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾.
𝖢𝖾𝖾𝖺 𝖼𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝖼𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝖺, 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅-𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖺. 𝖭𝗎 𝖺 𝗏𝗋𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗎 𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗌𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝖺 𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗍.
𝖴𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗓𝗂𝗎 𝗌𝗂 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗍. 𝖳𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝗂 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝖼𝖺 𝗇𝗎 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖠𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅, 𝗌-𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝗂 𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗓𝖾, 𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺 𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝗎-𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗂 𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖼.
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