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𝓟𝓸𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓮́𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼?

𝓝𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓹𝓸́𝓼 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪.

 𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓪́ 𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓾?

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓪́ 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪̃𝓸 𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓪́ 𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓵𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓾?


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