𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚎' 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙳𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 ( 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒). 𝙻𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚞', 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊.

𝙼𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚒 𝚣𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊.

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