𝔼𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕪, 𝕗𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟, 𝕤𝕙𝕖/𝕙𝕖𝕣.
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𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖; 𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜. 𝔸 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨.
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