𝖫𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗇̃𝖺𝗇 𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇; 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺, 𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗅 𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾́𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗈. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖿𝗂́𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗋 𝗒 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗃𝗈𝗌; 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗂́𝖾, 𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺, 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺, 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝗋𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗃𝖺, 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺, 𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖺 𝗈𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌. 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈. 𝖸 𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗇̃𝗈 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾.
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