𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪,
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕. (𝕆𝕣 𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤!) 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖. 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠, (𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖.) 𝔹𝕦𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥. ℕ𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕤. 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜.
𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕝𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤,
𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖.
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