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earlysunshines · 1 year ago

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my romance doesn't need a thing but you

hirai momo x fem!reader ; fluff, cursing

synopsis: it's momo's birthday but her stupid boss makes her work overtime. luckily, hard work equals a great gift in return.

wc: 1.7k

a/n: i'm back to my fluff roots. happy birthday to my first twice bias and one of my nine gfs!

the last place momo wanted to be at on her birthday was anywhere away from you; even worse, be in the office building working and away from you

she had to work overtime despite the 27th anniversary of her leaving the womb and she dreaded it—but her boss couldn’t care less.

momo huffs and groans every three sentences typed, trying to get her little report done as soon as possible. she works away at the keys and at this point, what is she even writing? another low "ugh" leaves her lips and she picks up her phone for the first time in hours when she hears it buzz against the desk.

incoming call: y/n ♡

immediately, her lips curl up into a grateful smile and she answers the call, eager to hear your voice.

“hi baby." you greet, and momo’s still captivated by the softness of your voice even after being with you for three years.

momo’s shoulders relax immediately. “hi y/n."

"happy birthday! i miss you.”

“i miss you too." momo responds, voice breaking slightly. you can't see momo, but you’re sure she's pouting. as much as it hurts to know that she's down—you can't lie that her pout is the most adorable thing in the world.

“well, when is my birthday girl coming home?" you ask, and momo sighs into the phone.

"maybe an hour? give or take." she says, "i'm sorry.”

"don't be honey, i should feel sorry for you." you respond, "working on your birthday must suck... but i have something for you when you get back! hopefully it’ll make you feel better."

"anything from you would make me feel better love, honestly just you yourself is more than enough."

you giggle. "you're so cute—and very cheesy."

momo rolls her eyes and says, "yeah yeah. i know you love it."

"maybe." you laugh into the phone again and momo feels better just from hearing it. "anyway, i’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing. i got off work an hour ago, i need to work on your present a bit more."

momo frowns knowing she won't be able to hear you for a bit. "okay." she says defeatedly.

"i love you momo.”

"i love you too."

each minute might seem like half an hour from this point on. momo lets out another groan before arrowing her eyes at the screen in front of her: just a couple hundred more words. hirai momo can do it.

momo walks into the elevator with a sore back, aching feet, and slumped shoulders.

she presses the button with the number bolded “5" printed on it and checks her phone to find a couple "happy birthday!" texts from her friends and two audio messages from her mom and dad. as the elevator goes up, she responds to them and tucks her phone away when she reaches your floor.

the tired editor trudges down the corridor and turns to the fourth door on the right—your shared apartment—then fumbles through her bag with her tired fingers to blindly find her key so she can unlock the door.

when momo starts to open it, she hears a "wait!" before the door is closed on her. she pauses in place while staring at the door, then blinks in confusion.

you open the door a little so that there’s a little crack where you can peek out from, the space just small enough to hide whatever is going on behind you.

“wait one minute, i'm almost done." you assure.

momo is too tired to fully process anything that just happens, so she just laughs softly to herself before shaking her head and standing there patiently. she waits patiently and decides to respond to a couple more messages from friends and family.

a few moments later, momo hears a string of barks coming from the apartment and turns her head. the door in front of her is opened by you.

"come in!" you beam. momo laughs at your enthusiasm. she walks in and is greeted by boo and dobby, who jump up happily, and momo kneels down to pet and kiss them. she takes off her black flats then hangs her bag up on the artsy little wooden shelf with hooks attached that you made with your dad.

your fiance's sense of smell is bombarded with the familiar aroma of her favorite dish, her eyes light up.

“did you cook—“

"your favorites? yes." you grin. "come on, sit."

you help your girlfriend out of her jacket and hang it up for her, then she places a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate gladly, savoring the faint hint of her peach-flavored chapstick. she walks towards the dining area and looks at the platter of jokbal which is next to a small plate of lettuce—it has her mouth watering at the sight—and to make things even better, she notices the small pot of budae jiggae in the middle and covers her mouth in awe.

“i figured you'd be pretty hungry, let's eat."

“i love you so much, like— so fucking much. " momo sighs before hugging you, and when she pulls away her arms are loose around your neck.

you roll your eyes. “yeah yeah. you're just saying that because i cooked for once."

“hey! i love you all the time." momo scolds, "but definitely a lot more than usual right now."

"wow okay, last time i’m cooking.”

your fiancé pouts. "i'm kidding! i love you i love you-"

"you're being cheesy again. sit down, i'm hungry too from all this cooking." you respond with annoyance, but the way you smile cheekily and lean in to kiss momo softly contradicts your tone.

the two of you situate yourselves across the table from each other and momo shoots you a stupid, tooth grin before saying, “thank you again.”

you smile back. “i’ll gladly cook for you anytime, happy birthday.” you say, “but wait, let me take a picture. you look dumb, it’s cute.”

“you’re so mean to me.”

“yeah, but you put a ring on my finger so i guess you enjoy it huh?” you retort, and momo chuckles playfully.

she eyes the silver ring she had put on your ring finger a few months ago as you hold your camera out and snap a picture. momo beams and her teeth show as she poses, you laugh at how adorable she looks.

“not a thought behind those eyes.”

“stop that! can the birthday girl get a break?”

“nope.” you giggle. “not when she looks so lovely.” your response makes momo blush bashfully. you laugh at her again.

you grab a piece of lettuce and place some pork on it before leaning over the table and telling momo to “open wide!” and she chuckles before opening her mouth, letting you feed her. she melts as soon as she takes a bite, nodding her head and shutting her eyes.

“so good.” she says, still chewing her food.

the two of you continue to eat and talk about your days in between bites, simply enjoying each other’s presence and tenderness of the moment in hand. boo and dobby seem to feel left out, jumping up and pawing at your thigh for you to feed them a small snack—you end up making momo grab them.

after the two of you finish dinner, momo sighs contentedly.

“good?”

“why do i do all the cooking?” momo asks, “this was amazing.”

“i have to confess that i actually bought the jokbal,” you shrug. “but i did cook the budae jjigae, and something else. wait here—actually, go sit on the couch and don’t turn around.”

momo laughs in response and does as she’s told. she sits on the couch patiently, letting boo and dobby rest in her lap as you do whatever it is that you’re up to.

less than a minute later, the lights are turned off except for the hallway light which makes the room more visible from its soft glow. she hears a voice singing something that’s recognizable as soon as the first word is sung.

“happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you~” you hum, appearing with small cookies that lay out to spell ‘momo.’ “happy birthday dear momo, happy birthday to you.”

your lover laughs and looks at the smile that’s illuminated by the candles on the plate—the way your lips curve and teeth show when you beam at her is something she will never get tired of.

“y/n…”

“make a wish!” you cheer, placing the plate on the coffee table that sits in front of the couch. momo leans forward and you plop down next to her, letting dobby shift over to your own lap as your fiancé closes her eyes for a moment before blowing out the two candles.

“my second birthday?”

“oh shut up, i’m not lighting up 27 candles grandma.” you respond jokingly. momo grabs a cookie and leans back against the cushions, lifting her arm up so that she can put her arm around you and so you can shift yourself closer. you press a chaste peck to her jawline before she takes a bite of the cookie and smiles. momo hums in delight.

“this is really good.”

“i know! i ate three before you got here. it’s dahyun’s recipe.”

“that explains why.”

“yeah, but i still baked it so technically it’s my doing.” you add, making momo laugh and press closer into you.

she hands you one of her cookies and you gladly accept it, taking a bite before listening to the continuation of momo’s rant about her boss. boo and dobby start to doze off.

you let yourself relax into your lover more, finding your head in the crook of her neck before a comfortable silence takes over.

you press a kiss to momo’s neck and mumble against her skin, “by the way, i’ll do the dishes later.”

“we can do it together.” she insists, which makes you pull away and shake your head.

“no,” you say in disbelief, “you worked overtime and it’s your birthday.”

“but i get to spend time with you.” momo sighs, pouting at you. with a sigh, you give into her adorable expression and tone before shaking your head.

“fine, but not too much. you can put the dishes away, i’ll wash”

“okaaayyy.” momo starts before smirking playfully, “can we make out for a little?”

you laugh before your lips brush against hers, feeling her hand caress your cheek lightly.

“yeah yeah, whatever the birthday girl wants.”

#happy momo day!!!!#kpop x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice #twice momo #hirai momo #hirai momo x reader #momo x reader #momo fluff #twice fluff #miinatozakiii

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perfectsunlight · 2 years ago

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𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐎

𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗼 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟣,𝟢𝟢𝟢

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

��𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽: ✔

𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒐 – 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉; 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒅

𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌–𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖾.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖾.

𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝖤𝖮 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍.

𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗂 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆��𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇.

𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇; 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄.

𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖽 (𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌.

𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋.

“𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

“𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄? 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. “𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 ‘𝗋𝗈𝗃𝗈.’ 𝗃𝗂𝗁𝗒𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍.”

𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗂𝗁𝗒𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

“𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. “𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖾?”

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. “𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄.

“𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄.

“𝗋𝗈𝗃𝗈,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋?

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽.

“𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 ��𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. “𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉.

“𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋. “𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒.”

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