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𝗂 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋!𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 18, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖡𝖤𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻.

𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.

𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 "𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌" 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖢𝖨𝖠 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁.

𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐.

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻.