𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒿𝒶𝓃𝑒

𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓈.

𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓃, 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉.

𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈.

𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝑒,

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

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