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𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙒𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙-𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙒𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙙 “𝙃𝙞!”. 𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣, 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙. 𝙈𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚’𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩. 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧. 𝙄 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 30 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙉𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨.

𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡. 𝙒𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩. 𝙄𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣.

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  I  𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣,” 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩. “𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙—𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙢. “𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚—𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢’𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧—𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙙 (𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚) 𝙬𝙚𝙣?...
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