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($𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊)
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
$𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖞- $𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖞 $𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓' 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖙𝖞𝖑𝖊
𝕾𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆 𝖏𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉
𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕴 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, 𝕴 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖆 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓', "𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖆𝖙?"
𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖓
𝕿𝖍𝖊 $𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝕴 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖉𝖚𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖉, 𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖊
𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓
𝕾𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊
$𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓
𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖝𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖙𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖝𝖊𝖘
𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓' 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖈 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘, 𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉
𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖕 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘, 𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖔𝖓
(𝕱𝖚𝖈𝖐—) 𝕲𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙, 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓'
𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈, 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖞𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖚𝖍
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖔' 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗