▒"𝙾𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.
"𝙸'𝚖 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚙," 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. "𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎"-𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚜-"𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚎-𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑?"
"𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?" 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗.
▒"𝙾𝚑, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙸'𝚖 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍." 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. "𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚎-𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎."
"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎," 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚎-𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊.
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