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𝒜𝓁𝓏𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝓋𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶, 𝓂𝒾 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶 𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝒻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶, 𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾 𝓇𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶, 𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑜̀ 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒶̀, 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓈𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝑒 𝓁’𝑒𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜, 𝒾𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒶. 𝒫𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒫𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾, 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓁’𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝒶, 𝓂𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝑔𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒹’𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾©
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