͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏* ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋!" 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖲 𝖢𝖠𝖭'𝖳 𝖲𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖴𝖲, ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏&& ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖣𝖤𝖵𝖨𝖫'𝖲 𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖮.

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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏* ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏__ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝖶𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖮𝖱𝖭 𝖳𝖮 𝖧𝖴𝖱𝖳 𝖬𝖤?
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