𝓐 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓪, 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓸 𝓼𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓸
𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓮 𝓲𝓵 𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓸
𝓢𝓮𝓲 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓪 𝓪 𝓾𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓸 𝓾𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓸 𝓭𝓲 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓸
𝓝𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓾̀ 𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓸𝓲 𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓸. 𝐺🤴🏻
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