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𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾.
𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝖮𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝘮𝘦 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽.
𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋.
“ 𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒!” 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾.
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