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𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎(𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇). 

𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇. 𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾?

𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖨'𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿.

𝖢𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾? 

𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨'𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖾𝗍𝖼𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺, 𝖾𝗍𝖼𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺, 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽.

𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇. 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾'𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆.

𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇.

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