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𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭.
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘺𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴;𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 "𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦" 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺... 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩; 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 2000𝘴 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 2 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 "𝘩𝘰𝘵" 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵.
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