"𝒯𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝓊ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓇ℯℊ𝓇ℯ𝓉."
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔡. ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔡.
ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱. 𝔅𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯. 𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔡. 𝔄 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔨 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔰.
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥, 𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔦𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞 𝔭𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔥. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱. 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔵 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡.
𝔄 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔰𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡, 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔞 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯.
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔠𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔪𝔭 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔡, 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢, 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔞 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔰.
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤. ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤.
𝔅𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪. 𝔄𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯, 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔡.
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔫. "𝔜/𝔑? 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤? 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔡?" 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔰, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔶 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢.
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