"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙮 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥" 𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨— 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙; 𝙃𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙄𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢, 𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮; 𝙃𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢— 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧; 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣— 𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤; 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙁𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨; 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙— 𝘼 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙; 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡.
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