"𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻."
"𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙-𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎." 𝚈𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝.
"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛." 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝.
"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢." 𝚈𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍. 𝚈/𝙽 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎.
𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 é𝚙é𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝." 𝚈𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜. "𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛." 𝚈/𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋. 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙴𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋. 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔.
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