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𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆




𝕰𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖌𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖇𝖎 𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖌𝖔 𝖉𝖊 𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖎 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖆 𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆, 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖟𝖆 𝖉𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖓𝖔 𝖋𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖞 𝖕𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖆 𝖒𝖎 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖗𝖊, 𝖓𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖆 𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖆, 𝖘𝖎 𝖓𝖔 𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖉𝖔 𝖉𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆 𝖞 𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖑𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖆 𝖙𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖈𝖆 𝖞 𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖎 𝖕𝖆𝖉𝖗𝖊, 𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖆 𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖘...

𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖘...

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖏𝖆𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖔𝖘 𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖕𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖆, 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖆, 𝖑𝖔 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖎 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖚𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖞 𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖘, 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖒𝖔 𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖘, 𝖈𝖚𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖑𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗í𝖆 𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖑𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔

𝕮𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖗 𝖒𝖎 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖚𝖊 𝖑𝖔 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖆 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝖛𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖘 𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖕𝖆. 𝖀𝖓𝖆 𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖔 𝖆ñ𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖆 𝖕𝖚𝖊𝖉𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖗 𝖊𝖑 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖎 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖆, 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖔 𝖆𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖉í𝖆...

-𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖗- 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖊, 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙í𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖓, 𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖔 𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖇𝖆, 𝖑𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗í𝖆, 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖔 𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖇𝖆- 𝖓𝖔 𝖊𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖔

𝕬𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎 𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖟𝖆, 𝖓𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖏𝖔𝖘

-𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎... 𝖓𝖔, ¥𝖔 ¿𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖖𝖚𝖊?

-𝕷𝖔 𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖓𝖔 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖓, 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖆 𝖓𝖔 𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖞 𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖈𝖔 𝖊𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖞𝖔 𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆

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