𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾; 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖠 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗇.
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