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𝖠𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇̃𝗈𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌, 𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌. 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗍𝗋𝗈, 𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌. 𝖤𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝗂 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝖻𝗂𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝗂 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖾́𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗍𝗋𝗈. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎́𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗂́𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗃𝗈
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