𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝗈𝗁, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆? 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗏𝗈𝖽𝗄𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅.
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