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𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝟷, 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚒 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎..

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊..

𝙴𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕, 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚣...

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕..

𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝟹 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚒𝚛𝚊, 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕, 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚢𝚘.....