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𝙰𝙼𝚈𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽
𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻, 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝙼
𝙰𝙼𝚈𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁. 𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸, 𝙳𝙳𝙾𝚃, 𝙳𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚈.
𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝙿𝙿𝚂 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝙼𝚈𝙰'𝚂 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁. "𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿 𝙸𝙵 𝙷𝙴 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙿𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚃" 𝙼𝚈𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲.
"𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙸𝙼𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝟾𝟹 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙸𝙼𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙸𝙿" 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁. 𝙰𝙼𝚈𝙰 𝙼𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝙸𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙳'𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃.
"𝙾𝚄𝚄 𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝚈 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚈'𝙰𝙻𝙻" 𝙰𝙼𝚈𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝚄𝙿. "𝙰𝚈𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙼 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙴𝙰𝙺𝚂" 𝙰𝙼𝚈𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁.
"𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝚁𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙰 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙿 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝙼" 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙰𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂. 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙰𝙿 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂. 𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙳 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶.
