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𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙳𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝚉𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁'𝚂 𝙿𝙸𝚉𝚉𝙰.


𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍? 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝.


"𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎," 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. "𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?"
"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎,"
𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.


"𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎," 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎...𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜-"
"𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜?" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠. "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐."  

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