“𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴; 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯-𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘈 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺.
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