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𝘊𝘦 𝘯'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘌𝘵 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 : 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘶 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘶 𝘥'𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘦̂𝘵𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘥'𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯. 𝘖𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘵 𝘥'𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦́𝘦, 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭'𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘶𝘴 𝘥'𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘨𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘳, 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘤 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘶𝘳 𝘭'𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦́𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦́ 𝘥𝘶𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳.
