𝕴 𝖇𝖎𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖆.
𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖇𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖚𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖔, 𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔? 𝕬𝖍, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖐 𝖎𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊.
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖎𝖙, 𝕴 𝖉𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞-𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙.
𝕺𝖍, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇'𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖙.
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