𝔈𝔩 𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔞 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞 𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔞 𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔩 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔬 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔞 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫 𝔈𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔡𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔢, 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔯 𝔎𝔦𝔯𝔞, 𝔢𝔯𝔞 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔞𝔡𝔞 𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔲𝔢𝔩𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔰 𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬 𝔩𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔬 𝔡𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔞. 𝔖𝔢 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔟𝔞 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔯, 𝔞𝔧𝔢𝔫𝔞 𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔧𝔬 𝔡𝔢 𝔰𝔲 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔯.
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