𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕎𝕖𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕚 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟. 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕚 𝕤𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖. 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥. 𝕎𝕙𝕪? 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚eAll Rights Reserved