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i LOVED this so much. love when the reader stand up for herself, he annoys the shit out of me

(the way i cracked at the "it's rafe so heavily implied mental illness lmao not gonna lie bro is relatable asf)

you captured him perfectly, this is fucking brilliant!!!!

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾.

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 (𝖽𝗎𝗁), 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌’𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒)

𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽’𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾. “𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾? 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅? 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽? 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗇𝗈 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄. “𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁, “𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇. “𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?”

𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽?”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 “𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?”

𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂’𝗆 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽, “𝗇𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂’𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗎��𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌!”

𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍, “-𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝖽’𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒?”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, “𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆.”

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗌, “𝗈𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌?”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗍. “𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉.”

𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌, “𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗇𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, “𝗈𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒’𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.” 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, “𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾?”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾, “𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝗇𝗈, 𝗂- 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉”.

𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌, “𝗒𝗈𝗎-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉? 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍! 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.” 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝗏𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆?"

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈. 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆!”

“𝗇𝗈.”

“𝗒𝖾𝗌!” 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍. “𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍.” 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

“𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋.” 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋.

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽? 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗁? 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌, “𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗍!”

𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍. “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗌. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋, “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁. 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋.”

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇.

“𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌.” 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗒. 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍, "𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?" 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗂𝖺.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄.

"𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽?"

"𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?"

"𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄?"

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗌, "𝗈𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?"

"𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾."

"𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗆𝖾? 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉? 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉?"

"𝗇𝗈."

"𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇?"

"𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍-"

"𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝖾?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌. "𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒?"

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽, "𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇? 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋."

𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋.

𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁. “𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾, “𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽.” 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 “𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗂𝗍?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. “𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀-”

𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗆, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍? 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍!?”

“𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉!”

“𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

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