𝓖𝓲𝓮𝓸𝓰 𝓴𝓴𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓾𝓵 𝓳𝓪𝓫𝓪 𝓫𝔀𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓴𝓴𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓷𝓪𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓸 𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓮.
𝓖𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓾𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓰𝓮 𝓳𝓪𝓶𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓵-𝓮𝓸.𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑖 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦.
𝑆𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝒉, 𝑤𝒉𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦?
𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑠 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝒉𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑠𝒉𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡.
'𝐿𝑚𝑎𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝐼 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑟-'
𝑆𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.
𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝒉𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟.
𝑆𝒉𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑠' 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝, 𝑇𝑥𝑇, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝒉𝑖𝑚.
𝐵𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑔𝑦𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝒉𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛'𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟.
𝐻𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑎𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.
𝑇𝑎𝑒𝒉𝑦𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝒉𝑖𝑚.
𝑇𝑥𝑇 𝒉𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑒, 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠. 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛, 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝒉𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒.
𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑙𝑦, "𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛-𝑎𝒉, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝒉𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒?"
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