𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎, 𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓀𝓊 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊. ~𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓁𝒷𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽
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