𝐍𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 9:39𝐀𝐌.
𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈𝐋.
"𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾" 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽.
"𝖣𝖺𝗆, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝖻" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗍.
"𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖠𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 ?" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌.
"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗆 𝖪𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗆" 𝖨 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺.
𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖭𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋...
𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄-𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟫 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝟣𝟣'𝗌.
𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.
"𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍 ? 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌.
"𝖬𝗒 𝖻-"
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾...𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
"𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾" 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽.
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