𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 (𝗂𝗋𝗅)

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𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾-𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇.

𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍.

𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾.

𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒. "𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈, 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇. "𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋."

𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾.

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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗂𝗌, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.

"𝗆𝗎𝗆, 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌," 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌.

𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀. "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗒," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌.

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆.

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