𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖙, 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖔𝖇 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕿𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙. 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉. 𝕿𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉.
𝕬𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊. 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖒𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖜 𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖗, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖒; 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓... 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓, 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖟𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌...
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