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ㅤ ㅤ ݂ ͘ ౨ৎ 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑑'𝑢𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑟, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒́𝑒 𝑑'𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒́𝑒. .ᐟ ⟢ ۫
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝐿𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒́𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑒́𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑑'𝑒́𝑐𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑒̀𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑙 𝑛'𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒́𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟.
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