"𝖨, 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌."
"𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌,"
𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖸𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 . . .
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 . . . 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗍, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖩𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 . . . 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒, 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽.
"𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. "𝖸𝗈𝗎!-"
"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍."
"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖩𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽."
"𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. "𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾."
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽. "𝖥𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖠𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌."
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗅, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒.
𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽; 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖬𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌.
"𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖸𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾? . . . 𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖸𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖬𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌."
"𝖸𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽."
"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾."
"𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌. 𝖨𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀? 𝖨𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄?"
"𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇."
"𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌." 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒. "𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍." 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽.
"𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖸𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽." 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗌 . . . 𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 . . . 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 . . .
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
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