𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝑻 - 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑵𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵.
𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼. 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗌. 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌. 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅 , 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾.
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