𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝘼 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗, 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙙, 𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙬𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢, 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙮, 𝙬𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙞𝙩, 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧. 𝙄𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.
𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩. 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢. 𝘼𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.
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