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𝒢𝒾𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶, 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓂𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶. 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝒾 ℳ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒫𝒾𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶  𝑒 𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 . 𝒞𝑜𝓃 𝓁' 𝒶𝒾𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒸𝑜 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒾 𝓏𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑒 𝒯𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓎, 𝓂𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 11.00 𝒶𝓂 𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑜  𝒾𝓁 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒻𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒.

ℐ𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑒𝑔𝓃𝑜 𝑒𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓁𝑒: 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜 𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝑒𝒾 𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓂𝒾.
ℐ𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒹𝑜 𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝑒𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾-𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒: 𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒾 𝑒 𝒾 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝑜𝒸𝑒, 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒́ 𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶.

𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜, 𝑒̀ 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒹𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒹𝒶 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒.
ℳ𝒶 𝓋𝒾 𝓈𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉𝑜: 𝑒̀ 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝒾 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑒

ℐ𝓁 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒷𝑜 𝑒' 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒾. 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒́ 𝑔𝓁𝒾  𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝓊𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝒹𝑒. 𝒩𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑜𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓏𝒾𝒶, 𝑔𝒾𝑜𝒸𝑜, 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝑜, 𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶.
𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒́ 𝒾 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾 𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜, 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓋𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓇𝑒.

𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓊𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝑒, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓊̀ 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒾𝓏𝒾𝑜, 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝓂𝒾 𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑜.
ℒ𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶...ℒ𝑒𝒾 𝑒̀ 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶: 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓃𝒶 𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶, 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝑜𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾...ℒ𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑜.
ℱ𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜 𝒶𝓋𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝒸𝒾!

ℱ𝓊 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓈𝒶 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶, 𝓂𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒾 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜  𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒾 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶.
𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒾 𝓈𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾 𝓈𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾.
ℐ𝓃 𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝒾 𝓈𝓊 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒶𝒾 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶  𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒶 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒.

ℐ𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒! 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶̀, 𝑔𝒾𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓏𝓏𝑒 𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶. 𝒱𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶 𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶, 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶 𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜! 𝒫𝑜𝒾 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝓋𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝒸𝓊𝑜𝓉𝑒: "𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑜?"
ℳ𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓊𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓋𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒!

𝒱𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝓂𝒶 𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜.
ℳ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓂𝒾 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝓊𝓃' 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝑜̀ 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓇𝑒.
ℳ𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓅𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒾 ....𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝒾 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀.

𝒜𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝒾 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒. 𝒫𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑒𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝑒̀ 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁' 𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶. ℛ𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒸𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒾 𝓁𝓊𝑜𝑔𝒽𝒾, 𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾  𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾, 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓏𝑒, 𝓂𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓅𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶̀.  𝒱𝑜𝓁𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜.

𝒱𝒾𝓋𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾. ℒ𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝒶 𝒸𝓊𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝒶 𝓂𝑒!
ℰ 𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒶 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑜, 𝓈𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒾 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾.
𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝓊𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶.
𝒫𝑒𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓂𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒re  𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓁𝒾.
𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓃𝑜𝒾 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓇𝒶̀ 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒́ 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒.
ℰ̀ 𝓊𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒, 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜, 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾. 𝒮𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑜 𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑜. 𝒰𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜 𝒸𝒾 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒶̀ 𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒?

 ℐ𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒾 𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓂𝑒. ℐ𝑜 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜.
ℐ𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝒹𝑜 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝓏𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓂𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶, 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓋𝑜𝒾 𝓋𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝑒 𝒾 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶.

𝒮𝑒 𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒸𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒶.