𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 *A original book made by me. No stealing and feedback is very welcomed.* Author: A. MX.