𝘈 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺.
⠀𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
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