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𝐼’𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓉-𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒

𝒜 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝑒

𝐼’𝓂 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃’ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓏𝒾𝓃’, 𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇, 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹

𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝐼’𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼’𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃’ 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈

𝐼𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, “𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒,” 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐼 𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝒾𝓈 𝟪𝟢 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼’𝓂 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒

𝒟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒪𝓃 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒮𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

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