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𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻, 𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸́𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓲́𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓲 𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓪, 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓲𝓪, 𝓽𝓮𝓳𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓪 𝓸 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓪. 𝓜𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓷𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪 𝓾𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝔂 𝓵𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓰𝓾𝓪 𝔂 𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓮.

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𝓒𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪, 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓵 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼. ¿𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓲́𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼? 𝓢𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓿𝓪𝓬𝓲́𝓪𝓼. 𝓐 𝓿𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼, 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓷 𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸́𝓼.

𝓣𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼, 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓮𝓬𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼. 𝓛𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓵 𝓳𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲́𝓷 𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼. ¿𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮́𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝔂 𝔂𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓳𝓾𝔃𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓲 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮𝔃𝓬𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓭? 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓲́ 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝔂, 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼.

𝓔𝓷 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷, 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓫𝓻𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓾𝓷 𝓷𝓪́𝓾𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓮. 𝓜𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓼. ¿𝓠𝓾𝓮́ 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓬𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓾𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓸? ¿𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷̃𝓲́𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓸𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓼?

𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓪, 𝓾𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓲 𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸. ¿𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓸́𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓮́𝓷 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓼? 𝓜𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸, 𝔂 𝔂𝓸, 𝓾𝓷 𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸. 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸. 𝓜𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓸, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓪́𝓷.

𝓒𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓻, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓾𝓷 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓪, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓾𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪. 𝓔𝓷 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼, ¿𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮́ 𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓵𝓸́𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪? 𝓓𝓮𝓳𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓼.

𝓒𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓲́, 𝓬𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓪́𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓲 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓵, 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮. 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓾𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼, 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼. 𝓒𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸 𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓝𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝔂 𝓿𝓲́𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪, 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓪𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝔃 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪.
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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓘 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶 𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓲𝓪. 𝓘 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓲𝓵.

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𝓑𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝔂, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼? 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮.

𝓦𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮, 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓶 𝓘 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼? 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓪𝓶, 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼.

𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓪 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮. 𝓜𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓶 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝔀𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓴: 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓼?

𝓤𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝔂? 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓲𝓽. 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓼𝓼, 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮.

𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓻𝓱𝔂𝓶𝓮, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬? 𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼.

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷, 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭. 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼, 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼. 𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼. 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓶, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮.
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