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Reads 135
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𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉. 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌--𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖞 
    -𝕺𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖉, 𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊
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    𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓰𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭. 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵, 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵All Rights Reserved

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𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉. 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌--𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖞 
    -𝕺𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖉, 𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊
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    𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓰𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭. 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵, 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵

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