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𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢.
𝘓’𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢.

𝘜𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵a’ 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 .

𝘓𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪, 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪… 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦.
𝘓𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘪, 𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘪 è 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳a’.

𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪.
𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦… 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 è 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘜𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰.
𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘰.

𝘈𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵a’ 𝘱𝘶o’ 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰… 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦.
𝘓𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 ‘𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙖’ è 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪.
𝘜𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪, 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵a’ 𝘱iu’ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦.
è 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥’𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘪u’ 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦.

𝘐𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦: “𝙇𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖 è 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖. 𝙇’𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞 è 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙛𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙯𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡’𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖” 𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢.
𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢 𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 e 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 è 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢.

𝘓𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪, 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘪u’ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢.
𝘜𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦…
𝘖𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰, 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦… 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦 𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴a’, 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢.
𝘈𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢, 𝘭a’ 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘰, 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘰.

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