𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 - 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

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