𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2

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[𝙍𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙉]:
"𝘿-𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧
𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙧
𝙢𝙤𝙢'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙞𝙩."
𝙃𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨.𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣-𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬[𝙋𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂]𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙍𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙊'S 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 - 𝘿𝘼𝙔
𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙩,𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝘿𝙤𝙤𝙧. 𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚
𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧's 𝙋𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 --
[𝙍𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙉]:
(𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚)
"𝘽𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡.
𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬
𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢.𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚.

𝙒𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙈 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙏 - 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍
𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝘾 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝘼 𝘽𝙊𝙔 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙔𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙎𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙎.
𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙋𝘼𝙋𝙀𝙍
𝘽𝙊𝘼𝙏, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.
𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨: 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙈 & 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎𝙊𝙉.
𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡's 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣
𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛, 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙯𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛
𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙟𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝘿𝙀𝙋𝙏 𝙊𝙁
𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝘾 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆𝙎.𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝
𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙩. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙣, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 --
[𝙎𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙆!] 𝙃𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛
𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝.𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙣.
[𝙈𝙄𝙂𝙐𝙀𝙇]:"𝙉𝙤!"
𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙩,
𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙
𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥.𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙮.
[𝙈𝙄𝙂𝙐𝙀𝙇]:(𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏'𝘿)
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