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𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓅𝒶, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓂

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝒿𝑜𝒷, 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔, 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎, 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒜 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓉
𝒜 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
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𝒯𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒹’𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 À 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃
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