𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓿𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓿𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓸 𝓪𝓿𝓻𝓮𝓲 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓾𝓽𝓸? 𝓛𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓲 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓸, 𝓭𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓾𝓶𝓸; 𝓵𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓲 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲 𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓸, 𝓭𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓾𝓲 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓪, 𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲 𝓼𝓾𝓸𝓲 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓭𝓲 𝓼𝓯𝓮𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪. 𝓛𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓲 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸.
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