₊ㅤׄ 𝖫𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾
𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗍
𝖶𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾
𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒?
𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌
𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌
𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾
𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝗒
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇
𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌
𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒?
𝖫𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾
𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗍
𝖶𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾
𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾
𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝗒
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌
𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇
𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒?
𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌
𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍
𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽
𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝗆-𝗆𝗆
𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾 ᚐ 𝅼 ⠀
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ㅤ · ݁ ݂ 𐇵 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖶𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗌; 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖭𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖶𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 !