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𝒲𝒜𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒜𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒟𝒞𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒟𝓃 𝓂𝒟𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒟𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝒹. 𝒮𝒜𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝒜𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒜 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎𝓈, 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒟𝒹𝑒, 𝒲𝒟𝓉𝒜 𝒶𝓃𝒞𝒟𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒞𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒎𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒟 𝓅𝓇𝒟𝒹𝑒. 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒s 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓁𝒟𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓃𝒟𝑔𝒜𝓉𝓈, 𝑅𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒞𝓉𝒟𝓃𝑔 𝒬𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒟𝓎𝒶’𝓈 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒟𝑔𝒜𝓉𝓈. 𝒜 𝓋𝑒𝒟𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎, 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝒟𝑔𝒜𝓉, 𝒜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝒟𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎’𝓈 𝓂𝒟𝑔𝒜𝓉. 𝐿𝒟𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒜𝑒 𝓈𝒞𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒟 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝒹, 𝒮𝒜𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒿𝑒𝓌𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒹, 𝒻𝒶𝒟𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹. 𝒯𝒜𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒜𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝒶𝓂, 𝒟𝓃 𝓉𝒜𝑒 𝒜𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒜𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒟𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒜𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒟𝓇𝒟𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒶'𝒶 𝒶𝓈 𝒜𝑒𝓇 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃.
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