"𝓓𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓸."
"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!" 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚈/𝙽 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋.
𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚈/𝙽 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢.
"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍? 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍." 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔. 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚞𝚑, 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘... 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚕𝚢.
𝚈/𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 '𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐' 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 '𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎' 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔.
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