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𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇, 𝟣𝟫𝟨𝟩. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾: 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿. 𝖠𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.