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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵.
𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.
𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮.
𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 '𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰', 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓽.
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓵𝔂, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼.
𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 ... 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 (?) 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓼𝓮𝓪 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝓘 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮.
𝓘 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮.
𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝔂𝓮𝓽, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓰𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓵𝔂.
𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻.
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽.
𝓘𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓽 - 𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.
𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 - 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰?
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝔂, 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭.
𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓼, 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽-𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓼. 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷.
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