𝕯𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖕𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖓, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖚𝖕 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕, 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗.
𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖎𝖋 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜, 𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 — 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 —, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖜. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗.
𝕾𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘, 𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖞𝖊𝖙, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖞𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖒, 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊. 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖘, 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊.
𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖞𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖜. 𝕾𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖇𝖞 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓.
𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖍𝖊'𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘, 𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊, 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊, 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖜.
𝕴𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖞𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘. 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊'𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞'𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖐.
"𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊. " 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍'𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑, 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊.
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