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𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇, 𝟣𝟫𝟨𝟩. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖮𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖻𝗎𝗅𝖻𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌. 𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖯𝖺𝗎𝗅 𝖬𝖼𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖯𝖺𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖠 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐴𝑀 𝑆𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾?” 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. “𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

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