ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢? 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢, 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫? 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔊𝔬𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔈𝔳𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔦𝔟 𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔡, 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱; 𝔫𝔬... ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴 𝔪𝔢: 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥, 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫, 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔢.
-𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗, "𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝"
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