☠︎︎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐄☠︎︎
<𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢̀ 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦>

«𝑰𝑛𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑧»
𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 "𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊̀, 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊". 𝙴𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚗𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊.
𝙽𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝑖𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒́ : ᛜ / ᛝ

☠︎︎𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐄☠︎︎
<𝚄𝚗...𝚌𝚑𝚎?>

𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝* 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒, 𝚜𝚒 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒 𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊 "𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒* 𝚍𝚒 ..." 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘.

☠︎︎𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐄☠︎︎
<𝘊𝘰𝘮'𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰? 𝘓𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰?...𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢>

«𝑽𝑜𝑖𝑑»

𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝* 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍, 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒.

☠︎︎𝐄𝐓𝐀'☠︎︎
<𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪 𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪>

«𝑴𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝒂𝑛𝑛𝑖»
𝙸𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚡 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎 20 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒.

☠︎︎𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐀☠︎︎
<𝘏𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰>

𝙲𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝* 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊, 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚎̀ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜: 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 .

☠︎︎𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐈☠︎︎
<𝘊𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦? 𝘜𝘯 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰
𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢?>
<𝘜𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢>

«𝑫𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑏𝑜𝑦 »
«𝑯𝑒/𝑻ℎ𝑒𝑦 »
𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢.

☠︎︎𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐄☠︎︎
<𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀? 𝘚𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘹?>

«𝑮𝑎𝑦»
𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎.

☠︎︎𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐎☠︎︎
<𝘓𝘰 𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘰>

𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒, 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒: 𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣*. 𝙸 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚒 𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖b𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚕 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚎̀ 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚘.
𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘n 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒: 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘.
𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎 96.
𝚂𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚘̀ 𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 "𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘" 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 .
𝙿𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎̀ 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒. 𝙵𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘.

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<𝘊𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪? 𝘐𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦́ 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘰>

«𝑪ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑺𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜. 𝑪ℎ𝑖𝑢𝑠𝑜.»

𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚊. 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚊.

« 𝑪𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑒. 𝑮𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒. 𝑨𝑙𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎.»

𝙿𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚑𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝚄𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘̀ 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚒𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊̀ 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙴̀ 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚒𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌'𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊̀ 𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎.

«𝑻𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑜. 𝑺𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑜. 𝑺𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜»

𝙲𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚘̀ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣* 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚒𝚘̀ 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎́ 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚎̀ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚘 ,𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎,𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎.

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𝙻𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 30 000 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚏𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝙳𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒, 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗'𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚎 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎.
𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘. 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒. 𝚄𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚟𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘.

𝙼𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘, 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕'𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒, 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒. 𝚄𝚗* 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚋𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒. 𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘. 𝙸𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝙿𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒, 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚣𝚒𝚘, 𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒.
𝙵𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 800 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚏𝚞 𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕*, 𝚒𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚎 𝚍' 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚏𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘. 𝙸𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚏𝚞 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎, 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎, 𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙸 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣* 𝚜𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚕'𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚒. 𝚁𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎. 𝙻'𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒.
𝙰𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊. 𝙻𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘̀ 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝* : 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘... 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒.
𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘.

𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 1000 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊, 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎.
𝙵𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚘̀ 𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀.
𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘. 𝙵𝚞 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘, 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘̀ 𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚒.
𝙴 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘̀ 𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊̀ 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎.
𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒̀ 𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘. 𝚂𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚘̀ 𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚕𝚒̀ 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒. 𝚂𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘̀ 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚘̀ 𝚕𝚒̀ 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚊̀ 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘̀ 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚞𝚝𝚘, 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 "𝚃𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚘" 𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘̀ 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊.
𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 42 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 21 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎.
𝙵𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒̀ 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜*.
𝙳'𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘: 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚘̀ 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚊 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒, 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒. 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘̀ 𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚊. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚘̀ 𝚕'𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘̀ 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊. 𝙴 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚕𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝙳𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚘 𝚕* 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘̀.
𝙳𝚊 𝚕𝚒̀ 𝚏𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚘: 𝚕' 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚒, 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘.
𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙳𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚒𝚘̀ 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚘̀ 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝*, 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚒. 𝙻𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 2 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚊 212 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊.
𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊.
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𝙻𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎 <<𝙴 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚑!? 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘!? 𝙷𝚖!?>>
𝙸𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘.
𝚂𝚞𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒.
𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘̀ 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚁𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀, 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚣 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 <<...𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘? 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚎 𝚝𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 >> 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘̀ 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊.
𝙻𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚎 <<...𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚒...𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚎̀ 𝚙𝚎𝚛...𝚋𝚎𝚑, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚊>> 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘̀ 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘 <<𝙲𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚎>>.
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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘.
𝙲𝚒 𝚏𝚞 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒, 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒, 𝚍'𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒̀ 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚘 𝚎...𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘?
𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒̀ 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊? 𝚂𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘̀ 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚜𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚕'𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎.
𝚂𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒̀ 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌'𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘: 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚍 𝚎̀ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚎.
𝚂𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘̀ 𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚒 𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚒𝚘̀ 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘.
𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘̀ 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒.
"𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎̀ 𝚗𝚘" 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘̀ "𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘̀ 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒"

☠︎︎𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄☠︎︎
<𝘐𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦>

«𝑵𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒»

𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒 𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒. 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚘̀ 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙿𝚞𝚘̀, 𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚘 (𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚘̀ 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚐𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊) 𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊̀. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎̀ 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚘̀, 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚘: 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚊.

☠︎︎𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘☠︎︎
<𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭'𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦>

«𝑯𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑨𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦»

𝙻𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒: 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊. 𝙴̀ 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝'𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎̀ 𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊̀ 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚒, 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕' 𝙷𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘.

☠︎︎𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈☠︎︎
<𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘪?>

«𝑽𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎̀»
𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚎̀ 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒. 

«𝑻𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎»
𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎, 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕'𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝* 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎.

«𝑴𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜»
𝙷𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜.

«𝑴𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒»
𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕* 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚊, 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒, 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘.

☠︎︎𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈☠︎︎
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«𝑪𝑢𝑜𝑟𝑒»
𝙰𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊, 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎.

«𝑺𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑧𝑧𝑎»
𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘.

«𝑹𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑎 𝑨𝑙 𝑭𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑜»
𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚊 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚘, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀, 𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚐𝚑𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒.

«𝑹𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑎»
𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀  𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊.

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«𝑺𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑧𝑖 𝑫𝑖 𝑻𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎»
𝙰 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎̀ 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚣𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚊.

«𝑶𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑒»
𝙰𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒̀ 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚒𝚘̀ 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 .

«𝑺𝑝𝑎𝑧𝑖 𝑨𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖 𝑒 𝑩𝑢𝑖»
𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚣𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚣𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒, 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚘. 𝙴́ 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎: 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒...

«𝑩𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒»

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«𝑫𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑜»

𝚃𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒.

«𝑪𝑖𝑏𝑖 𝑭𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖»
𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚒 𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒 𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘.

«𝑳𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒»

𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘.

«𝑮𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎»

𝚂𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚐𝚒 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚕' 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊.

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