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𐂠. / 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸- 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨- 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦?
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