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꧁༺ “𝓙𝓪, 𝓳𝓪. 𝓘𝓬𝓱 𝓰𝓮𝓱 𝓳𝓪 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓷...” 𝔀𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓽. 𝓤𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓱𝓽 𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓱𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮. 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓾ß𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓻ö𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓷, 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓾 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝔃𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻
𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓰. 𝓐𝓾𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪ß𝓮 𝓴𝓪𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓽 𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔃𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷, 𝓾𝓶 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓽 𝓰𝓪𝓷𝔃
𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓷ä𝓼𝓼𝓽 𝔃𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷. 𝓓𝓲𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓖𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓽 𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓶 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓽𝔃 𝓿𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓷 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓯𝓮𝓷, 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓯 𝓪𝓾𝓯 𝓲𝓱𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻
𝓹𝓻ü𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓷, 𝔀ä𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓷 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝔃𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓴𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓷
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