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"𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝟫𝟤 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋 — 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖠 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗌 — 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌.

"𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖠𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 — 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍.

"𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖱𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, '𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋' 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

"𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽. 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇."