▒"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛?" 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.
"𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 '𝚎𝚖?"
"𝙾𝚑," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝙽𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢." 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. "𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎," 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝙸'𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 '𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢."
"𝙾𝚑, 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜." 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚙. "𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝."
"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜." 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢. 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎.
▒𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚊. "𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘, 𝚔𝚒𝚍," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.
"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚒𝚏 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢-𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜-𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝.
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