𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗔 𝗧𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗡 (𝗟𝗢𝗟𝗔)
𝖭𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗈'𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗈𝖽—
𝖲𝖺 𝗆𝗀𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽.
𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖺𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖠𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖺𝖾𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗇.
𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗀 𝗄𝗈 𝗉𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺,
𝖠𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗄𝗁𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗒𝖺.
𝖯𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂 𝗇𝗀 𝖦𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺.
𝖧𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗄𝗈'𝗒 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖦𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂,
𝖲𝖺𝗄𝖺 𝗄𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗂.
𝖠𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝗂𝗀𝗋𝖾.
𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗒𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈; 𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾.
𝖠𝗇𝗀 𝖦𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈 𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗁𝗈𝖽—
𝖭𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗈-𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗍𝖾.
𝖨𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖺 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇.
𝖣𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗈'𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖠𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗀-𝗂𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂 —
“𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗍? 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗍?”
𝖯𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍-𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖺 𝗎𝗆𝗎𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗒𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖺 𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇.
𝖧𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗎𝗁𝖺 𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗅𝖺.
𝖫𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗅𝖺.
𝖪𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝗎𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝖺.
𝖬𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗅 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖦𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝖺𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖺?
𝖲𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖺?
𝖧𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂 𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗀𝖺 𝖳𝗂𝗀𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺,
𝖨𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝗎𝗒𝗈𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗈'𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗒𝖺.
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