𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓈-𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓉𝓎. 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎. 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 & 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇.

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