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𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎-𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎.
𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, "𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗?" 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗."
"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢,"
𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍."

𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝. "𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍?"

𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚜." 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
"𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚔.," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜."

"𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝙶𝙸 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢," 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎."

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