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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟, 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕪𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖.

𝕊𝕙𝕖, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖.

ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣.

𝔸 𝕔𝕒𝕥, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔.

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤.

𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤,𝕟𝕠.

𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝.

𝔸 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 '𝕡𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖' 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖.

𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕠.

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