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𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕃𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣 - 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕡𝕥. 𝟞
𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠 𝕋𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖
𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕩 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℙ𝕖𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤
ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟' 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕊ℙ𝕐𝕤
𝕃𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕚𝕟' 𝕒𝕥 𝔹. ℙ𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟', 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟'
𝔸𝕓-𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟' 𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕤, 𝕗𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟' 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 & 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕤
ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟' 𝕜𝕦𝕤𝕙 '𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖
ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟' 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞
𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕟
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕒𝕪 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕚𝕞 𝔸𝕝𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕤 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨
𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚е𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥
𝕄𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙е 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟'
𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞, 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥
𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟' 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕤, 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤

𝕄𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒 𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕒
𝔸 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕀 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤, 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖𝕣, 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕁
𝔸 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟', 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤, ℙ𝕚𝕣𝕦𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕋𝔻𝔼
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥
ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕕𝔹𝕪𝔸𝕝𝕚
𝕎𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖
ℍ𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℚ 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 ℚ 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕡, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠
𝕎𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤
𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟' 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝟘𝟚ℝ 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕘𝕖
ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖
ℚ 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕, "𝔻𝕠𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕠𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕟" (𝕌𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙—)
𝕋𝕠𝕡 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟
ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤
𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕖𝕤 - 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕞, 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕃𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣
𝕁𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 (𝕙𝕦𝕙, 𝕙𝕦𝕙) 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕁𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 (𝕙𝕦𝕙, 𝕙𝕦𝕙) 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 (𝕙𝕦𝕙)
𝕁𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙, 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖
𝕁𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕡, 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙
ℂ𝕦𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 (𝕙𝕠), 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 (𝕙𝕦𝕙, 𝕙𝕦𝕙)
𝔻𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙
ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕕, 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕕
𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪, 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕕 (𝕡𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕥)
𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟' '𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕤, 𝕙𝕦𝕙 (𝕡𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕥)
𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕? (𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕙)
ℙ𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕞𝕒, 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒, 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤
ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕪-𝕥𝕠𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤
𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖-𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥
𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜?
𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 '𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 '𝟡𝟘𝕤, 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕
ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪
𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤- 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪?
𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕥 '𝕖𝕞 𝕦𝕡, 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 '𝕖𝕞 𝕦𝕡, 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 '𝕖𝕞 𝕦𝕡, 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 '𝕖𝕞 𝕦𝕡
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟' 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤
𝕄𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖
𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕖
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 ℙ𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤
𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕥, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕪𝕖
𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥, 𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕟 𝕂𝕒𝕟𝕖, 𝕨𝕠𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤
𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤
𝕀'𝕞 𝕆𝔻 𝕚𝕟 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕆𝔻 𝕚𝕟 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖
𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖
ℙ𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕀𝔾 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕤
𝔸 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕞𝕒, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕀 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕕?
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕟
𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕝' 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖
𝕀'𝕞 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, 𝕀 𝕦𝕟𝕫𝕚𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤
𝕄𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝔾 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖
𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟
𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟?
𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕝, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟
𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕤, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤
𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕟-𝕄𝕒𝕟, 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤
𝔸 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖
𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕖𝕤
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕
𝕀 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕝𝕕
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕤
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕩, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡
𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕥, 𝕙𝕠
𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕙, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠-𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙, 𝕥𝕨𝕠
𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕘𝕒, 𝕡𝕘𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘, ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘, 𝕊𝕀𝔼
𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤
𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣
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janlix. 16 Jul, 2021 @ 7:03am 
yung yew spitting expensive bars
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He gives the best camel taxi rides