𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝗋𝖺í𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇 {...} ❀ 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺. 𝖳𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗃𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈, 𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗒𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾 ──── ❞
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