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𝒜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈, 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃… 
𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇, 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎. 𝒪𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓉, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒹𝓁𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓈. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓍𝓎𝓉𝑜𝒸𝒾𝓃, 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓈𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈. 𝒴𝑒𝓉, 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒽, 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎. 𝐼 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃. 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓎. 
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓁 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝒹𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉. 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉, 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌. 
𝐼𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒: “𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.” 𝒜 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎𝒷𝓊𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓍 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓊𝑒. 𝒜𝒷𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒… 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂… 𝐼 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁. 𝒜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒. 𝒲𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒾 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹, 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒. 𝒮𝓊𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈. 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒, 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎. 𝒲𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽-𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎. 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁. 𝑀𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹.


(teaching about manna, the numbers I used to be obsessed with during my low functioning times, it has become crucial to understand the spiritual and biblical implications of those numbers for clarity. Nobody has known this. The newer person should know the importance of seeing something on the right or left, and the significance of their body parts and wordplay, specifically regarding the smaller things, because our God is a hidden God in the plainest fashion.)

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