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𝖳𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺.—𝖲𝖾𝗇̃𝗈𝗋 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗒𝗈 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂́ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇̃𝗈𝗋.—𝖠𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂́𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖺́𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾.
𝖬𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇̃𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂́𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗇̃𝖾𝖼𝖺, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺.—𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇.—𝖨𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈́ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝗒 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗅.—𝖳𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂́ 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺.—𝖣𝖾𝗃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗈 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗒𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺.
𝖬𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇̃𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂́𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗇̃𝖾𝖼𝖺, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺.—𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇.—𝖨𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈́ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝗒 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗅.—𝖳𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂́ 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺.—𝖣𝖾𝗃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗈 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗒𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺.
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