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๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ฌ 
๐–๐ž ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก
๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž
๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ
๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š ๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ
๐–๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐๐ฎ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง 
๐–๐ž ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐  ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ 
๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ 
๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ
๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐
๐–๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ž ๐š ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐›๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ
๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž 
๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐
๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ
๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ
๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ซ
๐–๐ž ๐ž๐๐ฎ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ž๐๐ ๐ž
๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ
๐–๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ
๐–๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ 
๐–๐ž ๐๐ข๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ
๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ฌ!

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