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𝖥𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅ì 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈.𝖨𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈,𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗅𝗎𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗓𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺,𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾.𝖥𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖾̀ 𝗆𝖺𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈 "𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈":𝖽𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗈,𝖾 𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗈𝗇𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗈𝗅𝖺,𝗁𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗍𝗂 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗂,𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾.𝖧𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗂 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝗈𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂.𝖥𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝗁𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈,𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈.𝖬𝖺 𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝖥𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗌ì. 𝖲𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈,𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗉𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾.

𝖳𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗂 𝗅𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖺,𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗎̀ 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺.𝖴𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 -𝖺𝗇𝗓𝗂,𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈- 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂.𝖢𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗂,𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺.𝖤 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂.𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈.

𝖥𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖺̀ 𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝗎𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖾;𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂 𝖾̀ 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗈.𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈,𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈,𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗂 𝗅'𝖺𝗏𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗂,𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗈̀ 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈,𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗓𝖺,𝗉𝗈𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾̀ 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈.

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