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                                                                           𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 
𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡'𝔰 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
                                  𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤
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                                                                               𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔦
𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯'𝔰
                                              𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱.
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                                                                              𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔦𝔦 
𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢, 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫, 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔬𝔣
                𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥
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                                                                              𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔦𝔦𝔦
𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡, 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔴? 𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔟𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦? 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴              𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢
                        𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫
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                                                                              𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔦𝔳
𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰, 𝔫𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔶
𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫                𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡'𝔰 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢
                                                            𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔩𝔶, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶
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                                                                              𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔳
𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰
                       𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔦 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢
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