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"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛."
𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌."

𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚢𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝙿𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔? "𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢."

𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙾𝚣. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛-𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛."

𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. "𝙱𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕."
𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕. "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚋."  

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