𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹.

𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇.

𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾; 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗆 𝖨.

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