▒𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖, 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗.
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝!" 𝙼𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗!" 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚘𝚑, 𝚢𝚞𝚖, 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜?
"𝙷𝚒, 𝙼𝚘𝚖."
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜. "𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚐."
𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖'𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜.
▒𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝-𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙼𝚘𝚖'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢.
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