𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘺
𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 ?
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 .
𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 ,
𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵.
𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺,
𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 ,
𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴?
𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 ,
𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 .
𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴?
𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴?
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