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𝙹𝚎 𝚖'𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙰𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗. 𝙹'𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚓𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚞 𝙼𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎.
𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚕 𝚗'𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗.
𝙼𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎́𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍'𝚎̂𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎́𝚎 : 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎̀𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙲𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚗 𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚌œ𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.
𝚊̀ 𝚉𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝙴𝚕 𝚁𝚊𝚎𝚕, 𝚑𝚎́𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚞 𝙼𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚓𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎. 𝙲𝚘𝚞̂𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞̂𝚝𝚎.
𝙲𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚗'𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎̀𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝕯𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖎 𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖔𝖎, 𝖏'𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖎 𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖚 𝖓'𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖆, 𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖎, 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖘.