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"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙
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