𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜: 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒..
Added 2024-07-01 07:00:03 +0000 UTC𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜:
𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑜.
𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒;
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒;
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑒: 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝑔𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒;
𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑒,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑒 𝒿𝑒𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅;
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝑜.
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