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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙊𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧｡ 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙡, 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩｡ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣｡

𝙏𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣｡ 𝙊𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢, 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨｡ "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣｡" 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮— 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨｡ '𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢｡' 𝙊𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧｡

"𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩｡" 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝｡ 𝘼 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙊𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩｡ "𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧｡" 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙｡

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