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𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍; 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊́, 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛; 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎́𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞́𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝙽𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚟í𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊, 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘… 𝙴𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙴𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎́𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. ¿𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎́𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜? ¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊? 𝙻𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘́𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘.

𝙻𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚢, 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎́𝚕, 𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊í𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊. 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 “𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍”. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚣𝚊.

𝙴𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜, ¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘?, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘. ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜? 𝙻𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏í𝚊. 𝚈𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚘́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎́𝚕.

¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊? ¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣, 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗̃𝚊𝚍𝚘…? 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣𝚊́𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘́𝚗 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚣, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎́𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗̃𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘. 𝙻𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎́𝚕, 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘 𝚏𝚛í𝚘. 𝙴𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜…

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𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢; 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗; 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝-𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎-𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎… 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢? 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 ‘𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑’. 𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑.

𝙸𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎? 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏…? 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜…

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