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"𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩", 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 4, 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘮, 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺... 𝘛𝘰 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱.

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.

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