ℑ 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱, 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔟𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔪. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫; ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰. ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔩 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯.
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