𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳.
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𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
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(𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗂𝗈, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾! 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒.)
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