"𝘈𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮. 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘴. 𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘰, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘭. 𝘜𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝙘𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖, 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪́𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘩𝘰. 𝘖 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘩𝘰, 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘰, 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘻 𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘰́𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘰. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘜𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰".
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