𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝙤𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙖 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢, 𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙨𝙞 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰.
𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘢.
𝙁𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦; 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢.
𝘓𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘪.
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰, 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘻𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘢, 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤, 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙤̀ 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙞 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙞 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪.
𝘝𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘰, 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪.
𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙯𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤, 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙘 𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙞 𝙜𝙞𝙖́ 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢.
𝘓𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪, 𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘰
𝘭 𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘰, 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭 𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝙫𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙤̀ 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘰.
𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 4 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢.
𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘪, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘦 4 𝘴𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘢, 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦; 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢.
𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪, 𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰, 𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖? 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝙚̀ 𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞, 𝙝𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰, 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝙩𝙪 𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙞? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘰.
𝙈𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙞𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙤𝙫𝙫𝙞𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙫𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖, 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤! 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘰, 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘻𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦.
𝘐𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦.
𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰, 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘻𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰.
𝙇𝙪𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙪 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙫𝙞! 𝙀𝙘𝙘𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙤! 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝙛𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙛𝙖 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙜𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙚 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙖 𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦.
𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰, 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢.
𝙈𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙚̀ 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘦, 𝘧𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘪; 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰.
𝘚𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘪.
𝘾𝙞 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙖 𝙢𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙖́ 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙖, 𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙞? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙛𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢.
𝙊𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰, 𝙤𝙝 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘢.
𝘊𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹.
𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝙚𝙝 𝙜𝙞𝙖́ 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞 𝙣𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰.
𝙈𝙖 𝙨𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤 𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢́ 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰, 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙞? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘻𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙖? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙞 𝙫𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢:
𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑧𝑖 𝑜𝑔𝑔𝑖 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖 𝑛𝑢𝑜𝑣𝑖 𝑚𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑒, 𝑎𝑖𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑖.
𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪.
𝘿𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙞𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙞 𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙞 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰, 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰.
𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘻𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦 𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙞? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘣𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢, 𝙨𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢.
𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤 𝙡𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙚 𝙢𝙞 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝙞𝙤 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰.
𝘔𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘦 𝘦 𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘪́ 𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘮𝘰
𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦.
𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦.
𝑺𝑷𝑨𝒁𝑰𝑶 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑬:
𝐻𝑒𝑦𝑦𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑧𝑖! 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒<3
𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑎́ 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎, 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖 𝑣𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑢̀.
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