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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 | 𝟭𝟵.𝟬𝟲.𝟮𝟮

𝖠 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗎-𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋. 𝖠 𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝖾 “𝖾 𝗌𝖾?”. 𝖤 𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾́𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗓?

𝖮 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖼̧𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗁𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖾́𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺́𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖵𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝗈𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗈, 𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖣𝖺 𝖵𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂 𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖾́𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈̂𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗑𝖺̃𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾.

𝖮 𝗌𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌: 𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗅, 𝗂́𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺. 𝖲𝖾𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝗈, 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼̧𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗋.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 | 𝟭𝟵.𝟬𝟲.𝟮𝟮

𝖣𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗂

𝖳𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌

𝖠 𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈

𝖥𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈

𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌

𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆

𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗋

𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗎

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗎

𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈

𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺̀ 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈́𝗇𝖾𝖺 𝖿𝖾́

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗂́𝗆𝗈𝗌,

𝖽𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌

𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈

𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎-𝗆𝖾

𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺

𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗂́𝖽𝗈

𝖿𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌

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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 & 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝟭𝟲.𝟬𝟲.𝟮𝟮

𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺

𝖯𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋,

𝖭𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗋,

𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗋

𝖴𝗆 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾,

𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖻𝗂𝖽𝗈. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂́𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖺.

𝖮 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖺.

𝖵𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺́𝗋𝖽𝗎𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗌,

𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖺̃𝗈.

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾-𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾́𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖼̧𝖺,

𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗌𝖺̃𝗈?

𝖳𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾,

𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗎́𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋.

𝖮𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂. 𝖬𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗂 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺.

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𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 | 𝟭𝟲.𝟬𝟲.𝟮𝟮

𝖮 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖺 𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝗅𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝗈 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾̂𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗌𝖺. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖺́𝗋𝖽𝗎𝖺, 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺́𝗅𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗎.

𝖭𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖺́𝗉𝗂𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌: 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅 𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖺. 𝖬𝖾𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺, 𝖼𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗂𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈. 𝖠𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗈, 𝗁𝗈𝗃𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗆 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖺 𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺, 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗈́𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖾 𝖾𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾̂𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗓.

𝖤𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖺, 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺. 𝖮 𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗈 𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗌.

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"𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖭𝗈𝖺𝗁, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋."

𝖬𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝖨𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂.

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝖧𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗆 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖡𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖾̂𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌. 𝖳𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝟤𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾.