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𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜,

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍-𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍.