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𝑀𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒾𝓃, 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈
𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇.
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒
𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝒶𝓌 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹-𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓈.

𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝒹𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓀 𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒
𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀.
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃, 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓈𝒶𝓁𝓂𝓈
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽.

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀
𝓈𝓎𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒.
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇𝓈—𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃
𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀.

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑔𝑜𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁’𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁
𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁.
𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇,
𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.

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