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𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 - 𝗷.𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲

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𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝟬𝟰-𝟮𝟰-𝟭𝟳 / 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝟬𝟮-𝟮𝟲-𝟮𝟰

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 & 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾

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𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁” 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖨𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. “𝖸/𝖭?” 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾. “𝖸𝖾𝗌?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍. “𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄?” “𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟣𝟢:𝟣𝟦 𝗉𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅. “𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂��𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.

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𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖧/𝖢 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖠𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅.

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖠 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

“𝖸/𝖭!,” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, “𝖸/𝖭 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉!”

𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.

“𝖸/𝖭, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄?” 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾?”

“𝖸𝖾𝗌! 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾!” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉.

“𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄!” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 ��𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇.

“𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽! 𝖸/𝖭 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽!” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉.

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾!” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁,” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇, 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇��𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒.

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