𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕣
𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 '𝕖𝕞
𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕤𝕠𝕕𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟
ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕪
𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡
𝔸𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕞𝕖, 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕙
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕤
𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙
𝕄𝕒𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞
𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒 𝕃 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕜𝕒
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠' 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥
𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤





(My name is not Panchita Lopez its just a little running joke in my family i decided to use)