«...𝘌𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯̃𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘺 𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘢𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦;
𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘺 𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯̃𝘢𝘳.»
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