𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙟𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨

“𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣-𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮, 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚-𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚.

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩, 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 30 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙆𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 15.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨. 𝘿𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩. 𝙒𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡.

𝙒𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚.” — 𝘿𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮

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