"𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝔸𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕞.
𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥, 𝕓𝕪 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕦𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙
𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕒𝕞
𝕋𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨."
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