𝕀'𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕡𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤.
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