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I'm going to be doing a huge project with a moot soon so thought until then I'd upload a tiny snippet of a different future project.

If anyone can guess the theme then...wow

Malachi

A strict and slightly dead inside classmate who has bags under his eyes and blood stained finger nails. All he wants is to be with you, but it's so hard.

Taylor

The stressed out bestfriend who all he does is worry about you. From your sleep schedule to how you get to school every day. He needs to know. You mean the world to him.

Wilbur

The charming but loud guy in the back of class. The guy everyone likes but nobody knows. What sets him apart is how much he he teases and jokes with you.

Thomas

The too sweet for comfort TA of the class. His honey coated words are nothing if cheesy and his gaze never leaving you is even more unsettling.

Frankie

The nerdy girl who everyone knows to copy off of. She's lightyears ahead academically but can't hold a conversation for the life of her...unless it's about you.

Stanley

The bully who everyone fears. A standard lunch money stealing asshole. One difference is that he has never bothered you. Assuming you liked him despite 0 contact.

Sarah

The theatre girl who sings more than she speaks. From yapping so fast there's a wind warning to going on a vocal rest. It's not her fault, she just wants to impress you.

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My favourite yandere trope will always be yandere couples, especially if that couple is rich. Because like you two could have anyone, and you choose the one that just tripped over themselves? It’s like adopting an orange cat. That is to say I love Michael and Maria.

Awe thank you so much!! I love them too, they were my first yans to get more than the usual amount of attention.

I've had them as characters for a while (my ex helped me think of them) and they still to this day are real special to me.

Thank you for your kind comment ♡

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Yandere Professor x reader

Yandere Professor who spends his time either in the classroom, the lab, or his small apartment. Is he ever thinking about the grades or chemicals hes playing with? No, his mind is zeroed on you. And it's driving him crazy.

It was a difficult time for all Germans in America. The fourties were a time of war and destruction. Many Germans seen as a supporter of the wrong side despite their true beliefs. This was especially true for Patrick.

Coming to America as a professor in chemistry Patrick was extremely anti war. No matter how many times he told his students, faculty, and even the police he was still seen as a monster.

The only person who gave Patrick the time of day was you. A second year who was taking his class to get into a higher level chem class later that year.

Patrick didn't know why you were so kind to him. Did you know of the war that raged on across the pond? No matter why he was grateful. It was so simple how you showed your comfort around him. Simply saying good mornings and asking about his weekends.

"Did you get up to anything Professor Pohl?" He could feel a smile creeping on his face as he answered. He always smiled when you were around.

"Ah nein, just spent it grading papers" he said not looking up from the blank pages of paper on his podium. Patrick knew if he looked up he'd not be able to look away from you.

Cut to after class when you were the last person seated, still writing notes. Patrick was clicking closed his brief case. Trying to ignore how fast his heart was going being alone in the class with you. All he could hear was his heart beat and your pen on paper.

"I'm sorry Professor P, I just need to finish this sentence then I'll get out of your hair" Fredrich simply nodded and leaned against his desk as he watched you write.

It was far from common having a young lady so invested in Chemistry. He chuckled to himself thinking of you as the next Marie Curie. Apparently him laughing had caught your attention.

"Are you laughing at me Mr. P?" Patrick's face dropped as he waved his hands exclaiming multiple times he had in fact not been laughing at you "I was only teasing" you said cooly. Something that made his tan cheeks go red.

"Ja I knew that. Look at us joking around" Patrick said clearing his throat. The man clearly could not take a joke. Living in constant fear of being deported or worse had caused him to lose his ability to find the humour in life.

"I'll get out of your hair now, have a good rest of your day" the way you smiled so radiantly at him had Patrick's entire being shiver. Something you noticed. "Is it cold in here?" You asked him.

"Nein nein" he put his hands in his pockets "just a shiver" you nodded before waving and leaving. The man stood watching the door you had just walked out of. His heart aching. Why did he feel this way about you? Had Patrick become so lonely that his heart was stolen by someone ten years his junior?

No. There had to be more to it. Did you style your hair or apply your make up in a way that would lure him in? There must be a chemical imbalance inside Patrick. He couldn't simply be this enamoured naturally.

All he knew was that he had to have you. He had to study you. Fredrich needed answers and if you continued to prounce around with your beautiful lips and adorable outfits he was going to explode.

Next class was going to be your last. He was going to make sure of it.

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WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE SLEEPING ON JORDAN LIKE HEOOLL???

YANDERE CHEERLEADER X YANDERE JOCK X Y/N

Please 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

I love when you guys send in requests <3 ALSO CHEERLEADER IDEA WAS SO GOOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH

Pt. 1 here

Warning NSFW content

Yandere Cheerleader

Yandere Cheerleader who has a tiny crush on her fellow cheerleader...okay not so tiny. She just casually follows you around and maybe occasionally steals a pair of panties but she's not a creep! Just let her lick your thighs and throw you around.

"Then I said really? You want to say that to my face- Cher are you even listening?" Rachel asked mid story, one that the other cheerleaders found less than entertaining.

"Hm? Oh yeah" Cheryl responded less than enthusiastic. Her attention was always somewhere else during cheer practice. Her friends were used to it at this point.

"Sure, you're totally not staring at Y/n right now" Cheryl's other best friend piped up getting a smack on the arm from the now blushing girl. They all assumed she wanted to be her girlfriend so that they could hold hands or something cute like that. Sadly, they couldn't be more wrong.

The only thing Cheryl could think about when she looked at Y/n was how cute she would look pressed against the tile walls, her face contorted with pain and pleasure. Her delicate fingers plunging deep into Y/n's sensitive pussy.

Or having her hands lightly pulling on Y/n's hair as she smashes her lips into her cunt. She would sing praises and spit degradations. The thoughts were so frequent and graphic that Cheryl often had her hand down her skirt, moans pouring out of her mouth at night.

"If you want to be her girlfriend so badly, just go talk to her," Becky suggested "She looks kinda lonely," she said, a light-hearted jab, something that earned Cheryl to shoot her a glare.

"Good idea." She stood and walked over to Y/n, actively ignoring the cheer captain giving a two-minute warning before they needed to be on the field. Cheryl's mind was as usual on something else. "Hi Y/n, whatcha up to? Do you have any plans after today's game?" she smiled wide

"Oh hi Cheryl" Y/n said her eyes still glued to her phone, scrolling what looked like Tumblr

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That didn't answer any of her questions, like at all. She stood staring down at her confused. Cheryl's words died on her tongue nearly as fast they were about to come.

"I-" She was interrupted by the cheer captain calling out for everyone to come to the field. Y/n peeled her eyes away from the phone and looked over Cheryl's body. A feeling that made her ears glow pink

"You look really nice." Y/n said with a bright smile before walking away, leaving an even more confused Cheryl standing firmly in place. Her cheeks burnt hot before she quickly ran behind her to catch up.

The quarterback stood on the field, his helmet squished between his arm and torso, a worried look gracing his features. It was already 4:03 and Y/n still wasn't on the field. She was not even five minutes late and Jordan was sweating buckets, that was until he saw the crowd of girls holding pom poms.

"Jordan!" A couple of the cheerleaders squealed upon seeing him. He smiled and waved but his attention was on searching for his darling.

Just as he was about to ask one of the girls where Y/n was, she walked out. She was listening to a girl as she talked about something too far away for Jordan to properly hear. Cheryl could hear though and it pissed her off.

Did she really be so dry, then compliment her, just to buddy up with some random girl? Ridiculous. Cheryl was glaring daggers at the new girl, a sight that Jordan hated to see.

Why was his pain in the ass ex girlfriend glaring at Y/n?? Was she doing this just to mess with him? Cheryl was always so catty to him, even when the two dated she was mean to him. Jordan, the ever bleeding heart allowed the bullying.

"What the-" Becky said, catching Cheryl's attention "Jordan is checking you out girl" Her dark brown eyes shot up at the boy who clumsily looked away. She clearly caught him red-handed staring, but she could tell it wasn't a sexual look.

The two could always read each other like a book, though only dating for a month Jordan and Cheryl grew up together, their mums close friends which made their friendship inescapable.

"Weird" Cheryl said cooly before getting into her designated area, prepared to start stretching. The game was at 4:30 so the cheer squad had to be limber and ready.

Both the teens knew the same thing. They wanted you, no, needed you. And they could either work together or fight it out.

Jordan hated Cheryl and vice versa, but as they made eye contact across the field they shared a smirk. It was going to take both of them to capture you.

Both for opposite reasons. One to worship and please you while the other wanted to see how far they could push you until you cracked. The only way to find out which one is which is to allow them to love you.

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Frederich won! I will get a headcannon sheet for him soon :)

Yandere Centuries Vote!

Let me know which one of these buggers you want to see ♡

1920s

Theodore is a distant and cold yandere. He doesn't want to hurt you but usually his punishments end up going too far. There is so much going on around him. Can you blame him for wanting to keep you safe?

1930s

Tony is a wide eyed and young soul. A complete and total romantic he writes you letters as much as he can while at war. If you don't respond quickly he assumes the worst and harms himself to be sent home to you. You better be there with open arms.

1940s

Friedrich is a professor at your college. He is seen as a threat simply for being German. When you're the only person who doesn't see him as a monster he begins to develop feelings. Due to his past these feelings are however warped.

1950s

Flora is your standard house wife. Kind and a little ignorant of the world around her until she meets you. You have opened her eyes and she never wants to go back. Why are you leaving? She needs you! You are her everything!

1960s

Skylar is a science nerd. Obsessed with all and anything that has to do with the moon especially. It wasn't until he was asked to go abroad to meet with other astro scientists that he met you. You were out of this world. And he needed to do further research.

70s

Simon is to put it bluntly a cult leader. Preaching love and acceptance as he manipulates the ones around him. The only person who seems to evade his charms being you. It drives him mad. It's not until he has realised that the feelings he's having aren't hate...they're love.

80s

Emilio is an eccentric and wild man. Spending far too much time hunched over an arcade game beating all the 10 year olds who challenge him. Its not until you step up and challenge him. Beating him epically he is amazed and begs for your secrets. Why is his heart beating so fast? Why can't he look away from you!?

90s

Nolan wears the dirtiest sneakers, trips over his baggiest clothes, and has the heaviest chains. The only thing he's got in his world is skate boarding and his bros but after meeting you he smashed his board and told all his friends to kick it. You're all he needs

2000s

Tiana a loud mouth and certified man hater. She met you while on her way to the gym and she couldn't take her eyes off of you. You looked so soft. For once in her life she was speechless just completely enamoured with you.

Now that you've met them all, please vote!

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I really enjoyed writing head cannons for Jordan so thought I'd do it again with Maria and Michael!

Both Michael and Maria spoil you rotten. Always in the nicest clothes, most expensive jewellery and smelling of the finest perfumes. You were not only their darling but also their prize. Showing their ownership through your appearance.

Maria is a night owl. She is often up until 2 am watching soap operas or on the phone with her mother who is in New Jersey. She enjoys going for drives at night and will likely drag you along for one eventually.

The two go out for dinner a lot. Maria is an amazing cook but they just prefer not making a mess. Michael always makes a big deal of anniversaries and cooks a huge feast for his wives. Food is one of their multiple love languages.

Michael travels a lot for work. Going across America almost weekly with many trips to Italy. He hates being away from home and Maria's taunting messages only rub salt in the wound. He would much rather be home sitting with you two.

If you buy them a gift they melt. Sure they spoil you and each other constantly, but to receive gifts from you?? They are done for

"Oh I found this cool painting, I was thinking we could hang it in the hall?"

And they're in tears begging you to put it wherever you want and how much they adore you. Maria would cover you in lipstick marks and Michael would pick your favourite restaurant for dinner despite it being his turn to pick.

When the weather is bad Michael likes to make wine. Its something he did with his father growing up and is something he is so proud to show and share with you. Even if you don't drink he needs you to do this with him.

The two call you many petnames in both English and Italian. Maria prefers to call you cutesy names like Sugar or Baby while Michael calls you more romantic ones such as Darling or Mi Amour.

The two never speak Italian in front of you unless its about work. They don't want you to feel excluded. It was originally only Michael who made the effort until Maria heard you sigh when she made a joke that you couldn't understand.

Never in a million years did Maria think she'd share her husband with another woman, but now that she does she can't think of a life without you. A buddy to get her nails with, someone to hold when he's away, and her personal favourite perk. Getting to have twice the closet.

The Rossi Family is a large and dangerous group. Though a newer addition to the New York crime scene they are not one to be messed with. Michael is the Head of it and with that a lot of stress. Maria helps how she can, but stays out of it as to not be a legal liability. When they took you as their partner they both swore you would never get involved. If anything happened to you they would tear the city apart.

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So would Danton learn sign language to understand (y/n) or does he really like reading her writing instead?

Danton would definitely learn basic signs to communicate with Y/n but he'd rely on her typing or writing primarily.

His husband Hugo on the other hand would pick up sign very quickly in the hopes of not only impressing Danton but also having something only he can share with Y/n

Thank you so much for the question!!

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JORDAN IS SO CUTE what does he look like???

I'm so glad you asked!!

Jordan Appearance List:

Height:

6'3

Build:

Very Athletic

Skin Colour:

Tanned

Eyes:

Sea Blue

Hair:

Honey Blonde and wavy short hair

Piercings/Tattoos:

None

Aesthetic:

He wears darker colours. Black compression shirt with navy shorts combo is a favourite of his.

Face Claim:

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More yandere jock?

Yan Jock x Girlfriend Reader HeadCannons

Here are some headcannons because I am feeling the WORST case of writers block

Jordan is the kind of boyfriend that will not only offer his hoodie at every chance he'd also leave them around your room with your permission. You will find his shirts, socks, and of course his boxers. He would go feral seeing you wear his boxers as sleep shorts.

Wants to learn all about your hobbies the cuter the more he is curious. You knit? He is watching YouTube tutorials. You write? He commissions a fic. And if you do make up he would offer to be your canvas. Jordan may be a masculine man but that will never stop him from letting the love of his life to show him what she can do.

Loves going on drives in his car. Letting you pick the playlists

"You have a magic touch when it comes to music babe"

Rolls down the windows and will sing along even if he has no clue the lyrics. If you put on classic rock he would drum his fingers on the wheel and Jordan would fall even harder in love with you.

Puts a decent amount of time into his appearance and for a long time was very confident in it...then he met you. Buying $600 colognes and learning what skin care is. Jordan needs you to admire him. If you compliment his hair one day he will style it that exact way for the rest of the week. His charming smile doesn't fade when you're around.

If you ever mention liking something expect it soon after. Oh you like that teddy? It's on your bed the next day. You really want to try a new flavour of your favourite drink? Jordan's outside with two he wants your thought on everything about it. Don't even with jewellery. It's in around your neck the next morning.

Like most yans he doesn't bother trying to hide his feelings for you. Has you saved in his phone as "Wifey" and is constantly referring to you as the wife much to his friends disgust.

"She's been with you for what a week?"

That friend oddly is missing a tooth and can't maintain eye contact with Jordan now but I'm sure it's nothing. You've never even seen Jordan raise his voice.

Despite being the most golden retriever type of boyfriend Jordan hates being called one. Sure he waits outside all of your classes and literally paws at you when you're busy not paying attention to him, but he's a man not a dog.

He will never say no to head scratched though

Send you pictures of him at the gym, asking for your opinion on how much he should lift or if you think he looks cute in his new compression shirt

"Sweetheart do you think the red looks good on me? Be honestttt"

If you answer no Jordan calls you and asks you why not and refuses to let you go without a proper answer. He needs to be perfect for you and wish washy answers will not do.

He is quite boring outside of school and as a result will follow you around. If you have work then he is outside in his car looking at photos of you and re-listening to voice notes you left him. If you have an extra curricular you better believe he's joining it to be with you.

Subtly asks for you to paint his nails. He doesn't want pink or anything...just maybe a navy blue. He would frame it as if it were your idea but you both know it was 100% his and that he wants to show you his feminine side!!

Peg him

Who said that.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed these headcannons! If you'd like to see some more for my other characters let me know and I would love to <3

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SORRY IK THIS ISN'T A QUESTION I SHOULD ASK- but i'm making a bog and when i looked at urs i noticed for ur pinned post you made one of the words' the font a baby blue (the sinners welcome u), which confused me bc tumblr has colours without a range of hues (except for the blog title). So I was curious...how did you do it?

I can defo tell this is not a question you would have expected in ur inbox bae

it's super easy!

The method I use is mostly applicable to the mobile website, but I'm sure you can use it on desktop and the app as well.

First, type out whatever you want in your tumblr post.

Next, head to this website.

Type or paste your text into the upper bar and choose your colours. To get the text all baby blue, I chose solid colour from the drop down menu.

Next, copy the HTML code it generates.

On your tumblr post, you're going to press the little setting button in the upper corner. Where it says rich text, you're going to change it to HTML.

Your post is going to look really scary but don't worry! You're going to select the text you want and then replace it with the code you copied.

Once you've done that, press the preview button and you'll be able to edit like normal! This is particularly fun if you want to use gradient text or if you just want more fun colours

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

this post must be reblogged by everyone

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Yandere Detective

Italics are in French

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝.

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎?" 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜.

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑" 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘.

"𝚂𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.

𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

"𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝙸'𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎. "𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚝?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛. 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚗.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙳 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚢.

𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚢, 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍," 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘"

𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑.

"𝚂𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎?" 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 "𝙾𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎? 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖"

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙻𝚊𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖" 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 "𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗! 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚛?" 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗.

"𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊'𝚊𝚖, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏" 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢. 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 "𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎"

𝚈/𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗. 𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍.

"𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗" 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚈/𝚗. "𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗"

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜!

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

"𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙳?" 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛

"𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚞𝚙?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎-" 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚈/𝚗?" 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢?" 𝙷��𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕" 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍! 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘.

"𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝" 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙰 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝! 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜! 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘" 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐?

"𝙾𝚑 𝚈/𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎"

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙱𝙵𝙵 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠, 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝟷𝟷 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚈/𝚗. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚢𝚎.

"𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢" 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

"𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢" 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈/𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 ���𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚈/𝚗 (𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕).

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔.

"𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙽𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝" 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈/𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢- 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎!?" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚈/𝚗?? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢..𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑! 𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 "𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞..𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍

"𝙽𝚘.. 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚈/𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖.

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎" 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏" 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚝. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

"𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗?" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚝" 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎��𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎.

"𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚜?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 "𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙸'𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚍.

"𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎" 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍? 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜.

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Yandere CEO pt. 2

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𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾'𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚈/𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜.

"𝚈/𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎" 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜

"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙼𝚛. 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚗?"

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔-𝚒𝚗 (𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜) 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 ��𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚈/𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 "𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝?" 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍

"𝙾𝚑!" 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔? "𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍"

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚞𝚒𝚣 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈/𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘.

"𝙻𝚞𝚒𝚣?" 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚈/𝚗, 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 "𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗?"

"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎! 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍-" 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

"𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢.

𝚈/𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍.

𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢!" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 "𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜?" 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚎.

"𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛!!" 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚈/ 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝.

"𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

"𝙽𝙾! 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎!" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗?

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

"𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈/𝚗" 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 "𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔"

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

"𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎?" 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 "𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗". 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 ��𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚈/𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 "𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚈/𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚍𝚘"

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

"𝙸'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢"

"𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕."

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 '𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ��𝚊𝚒𝚗' 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖…𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

"𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛!" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 "𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏.

𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙾𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚟 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖

"𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎!" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝�� 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗.

𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚕, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜.

"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞" 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚄𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

"𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙻𝚢𝚗𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

"𝙽𝚘," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 "𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍" 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙

"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚢𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎? 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜" 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝���𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎"

"𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛" 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢. 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚈/𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍

"𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙" 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠��𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

"𝚄𝚑𝚑" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 "𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘?" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝

"𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚈/𝚗, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑

"𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜" 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜

"𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎" 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜 "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚈/𝚗. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚢?

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝-"

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛" 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝

"𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔" 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛. 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.." 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕. 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.

"𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!??"

[bay-sil]

Yandere Mafia Couple pt. 3

Pt. 2 here

I know this one is a little Michael heavy, but that's only to compensate for the amount of Maria I've been doing

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝟹𝟶 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎?" 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 ��𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

"𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗-𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜.

"𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 "𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈/𝚗.

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚈/𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜.

"𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎?" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚢?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 "𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍-𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

"𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝..𝚖𝚎?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜. 𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 ��𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍," 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚕𝚢, 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙶𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎.

"𝙷𝚒 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎" 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 "𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 "𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊? 𝙸𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?"

"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜! 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 "𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈/𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙" 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍.

"𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎" 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚈/𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔.

"𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚈/𝚗.

𝙸𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛���𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘, 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

"𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 "𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚛𝚖..𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚈/𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙸'𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍

"𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎!" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚑 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒!" 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 "𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎!" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

"𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔" 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙. 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝-𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚑𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑, 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔?" 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

"𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌," 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔..𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚊," 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍.

"𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 "𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝.

"𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

"𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐-" 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔!"

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞," 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎, 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜.

"𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐," 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

"𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚈/𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?" 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎.

"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛" 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝

"𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞" 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜.