𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟.
"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁-"
𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁.
𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹.
"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲- 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲- 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹?"
(Y/N)'s POV:
𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍- 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾!
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾-
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𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌. 𝖣𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝗍.
𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.
"𝖴𝗁- 𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅."
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆.
𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.
𝖣𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍.
"𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗁, 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈?.."
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.
𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖾. 𝖩𝖾𝖾𝗓.
𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍.
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