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𝖠̀ 𝗅'𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾́𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝖽'𝘼𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙢, 𝖴𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖼, 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾. 𝖫𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾́𝖾 𝖽'𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾́𝖾, 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖿 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾́, 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾́𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾́𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾,𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂, 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾́𝗋𝖾𝗌...

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𝖫𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾́𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗌,  𝗌'𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅'𝖾́𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾.

"𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘭 𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴.. 𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘴..,,

𝖫'𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾́𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝗇'𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾́𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 : 𝗂𝖼𝗂, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾.
𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂́𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗊𝗎'𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾́𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗌. 𝖮𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖼̧𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝖿𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌

.𝖣𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌'𝖾̀𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖫𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗑, 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾́𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗅 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗎.
𝖫𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂́𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗑, 𝖾𝗎𝗑, 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎̀ 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗎𝗑, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖾.

𝖫𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾̀𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖾𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾́ 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾́, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖺̀ 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗊𝗎 𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗊 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 : 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 14 𝖺̀ 17 𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝖾́, 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎, 𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌.

𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖬. 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖴𝖷. 𝖴𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗋, 𝗌 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗋 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾́ 𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖾́𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾́

𝖣𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 , 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾. 𝖫𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾̀𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾́𝖾 𝖽𝗓 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾́𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗑, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽 𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗋.
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾́ 𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖾́ 𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾.
𝖣𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾́𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾́ 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗊 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾́𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗆𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗌, 𝖾𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 , 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗅 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽'𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾́𝖿𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗑.
𝖫'𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝖽'𝗔𝘂𝗹𝘂𝗺 𝗌 𝖾́𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗅 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗌'𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍.

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