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"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑, 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎."
"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕. 

𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝, 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. "𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢."
𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢.
"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝," 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.

𝙰𝚜 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖.
𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗.
𝙷𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛?
𝙰𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚝 𝙼𝚢𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜,
𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎.
𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚍.
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