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𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖗

𝕳𝖊'𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖔𝖓𝖊-𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖑

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉, 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕳𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖞𝖘,

"𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌?"

𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖞, "𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌"

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖙𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜

'𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊,

"𝕸𝖆𝖓, 𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊" 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊,

'𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, "𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖓" 𝕬𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖚𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕳𝖆𝖉 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝕲𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞, 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓' 𝖇𝖊𝖉

𝕴 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖙𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜 '𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊,

"𝕸𝖆𝖓, 𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊" 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊, '𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, "𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖓"

𝕬𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖑𝖇𝖚𝖒, 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖔

𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 '

𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖙𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜 '𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖘 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊, "𝕸𝖆𝖓, 𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊

" 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊, '𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, "𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖓" 𝕬𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓

𝕺𝖍, 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖍 𝕺𝖍, 𝖔𝖍 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖍

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓' 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖌𝖚𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖗