𝙸𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞. 𝙲̧𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚍'𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎. 𝙲𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎̂𝚝𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚎𝚞𝚛, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚝 est 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍. 𝙼𝚘𝚗 𝚊̂𝚖𝚎 est 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞'𝚒𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒. 𝙸𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒. 𝙸𝚕 𝚖'𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎́, 𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚎́, 𝚍𝚎́𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎́.
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