𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈.
𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝒾𝓇𝒹, 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎, ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃, 𝓈𝓌ℯℯ𝓉, 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℴ ℴ𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓃.
𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓰𝓇ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓊𝓅, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓍𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈, 𝓈𝒶𝒹𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈, 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓰𝒽𝓉ℯ𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝓰ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒿ℯ𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓊𝓈𝓎.
𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓂ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝒹.
𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℯℯ𝓂ℯ𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉.
𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓰ℯ𝒹.
𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈.
𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝓈 ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ, 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝒾𝓇𝒹, 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎. 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℯ𝓇𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈. 𝓃ℴ 𝓁ℴ𝓃𝓰ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓎.
𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃ℴ 𝓁ℴ𝓃𝓰ℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ, 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓰 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰.
𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓰𝓇ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓊𝓅, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷.
𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℯ𝓍𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉.
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