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#𝟏 𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒌𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 & 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
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