𝔚𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡. ℑ𝔱 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔡. 𝔚𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪. ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔷𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔶.
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