#i hope this is okay!!!

[chilschuck]

Chilchuck but we are his pretty wife, and we didn't abandon him this time.

Not only that, but we are also very caring and nice, and it's practically a surprise how we are with someone like Chilchuck.

I can picture him standing with a serious face and all gloomy, and then we are next to him beaming rays of sunshine (bonus if we are also blonde and a hafling)

They are literally the "sunshine x grumpy" trope

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ohhhhhhh my god. so……..i was so happy with this cute request that i kind of ran with it LOL. this is such a good concept and i can picture this so well in my brain. i wrote a domestic lil drabble that i hope is okay, as my thoughts just went insane over this. WAHHHH i hope you enjoy and that this is okay!! thank you so much for your idea, anon!! <3

— SUNSHINE: chilchuck x wife!reader.

꒰ rating: ꒱ sfw and soooo fluffy. reader is also a half-foot!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 675

✦ please i need more domestic bliss with this man. he deserves to feel so loved and happy. i tried to keep this light and sweet and playful bc i think he’d be grumpy but also. give this man the love he needs and he’ll thrive please chilchuck just one chance please pleas—

“Chil?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, it’s honey-like tone melting him to his core. You had decided to surprise him with breakfast this morning, something you loved to do when you had him here with you.

If the smell didn’t rouse him, your presence certainly did. It was an understatement to say that you were his weak spot, a point within him that he tried not to dwell on too much. Especially when the sun hit you in that halo of light at just the right angle, seeping through the windows and making his eyes flutter. Waking up to you was an experience he felt he couldn’t get enough of, drunk off of your velvet words as you brushed the bangs out of his face.

“Mm?” Was his only response, leaning subconsciously into your touch with a gruff sigh. You only laughed, that twinkle in your voice causing his heart to stutter within his chest. Why must he be married to the human form of sunshine? Surely his constant grumpiness would deter you, but much to his amusement, it only made you grin.

“Do you want breakfast, love?” Gods, when you called him that, he could feel his ears burn hot. Finally fully opening his eyes, his gaze found yours, softening instantly. How he managed to find someone like you, he would never understand. Regardless, he sat up, pawing at his eyes to dust the sleep from them. “I’d rather have you.” You heard him grumble, cheeks rosy. Another one of those addicting laughs left you. He didn’t think it was amusing. “Fine, I’ll get up…”

You practically bounced in place, rocking on your feet in excitement. It wasn’t hard to see that you adored your husband, his sleep shirt wrinkled and hair messy from sleep making you bite your lip in glee. Chilchuck gave you a skeptical look, scratching the back of his head before stretching. The action reminded you that he did have a little height on you, your own size as a half-foot causing you to feel small in any context. His shirt rode up to expose the tummy there, causing you to leave your gaze locked at that spot for a moment.

“Are you really this excited for me to get out of bed?” He mused, grumpiness slowly ebbing away at the warmth completely radiating off of you. You felt yourself nod, wrapping your arms around his waist and peering up at him with that expression that always made him weak in the knees. “I’m always excited for my husband to wake up and join the living again.”

“Is that so?” Chilchuck grinned, his voice rumbling in his chest and tingling against your skin. “You want a grump like me awake at this hour?” You couldn’t help but feed into him, continuing to nod your head cheerfully. “Really? Then it would be a shame if…”

Before he finished his sentence, you felt yourself pulled down to the bed as he fell backwards, a yelp leaving you in shock. He held you in his embrace, nuzzling into your neck and yawning. “...I took you down with me. Oh well.” Obnoxiously fake snores followed his teasing reply, causing you to laugh in bewilderment.

“Chilchuck, are you serious? I had finally gotten you up! Everything that I made is gonna get cold!” Although you spoke with mock frustration, the longer you found yourself in his embrace, the more you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Huffing, you relented. “Not my fault that your breakfast is going to be freezing by the time you finally get moving.” Your own grumbling, voice muffled against his shirt, caused him to chuckle. Your head buzzed.

His playfulness this morning made you feel a little giddy, studying his face as the light filtered in. A few gray hairs were illuminated in the sea of auburn, something you found pleasure in. You had to remind yourself that you both weren’t as young as you used to be, but if you were able to continue spending this life with him, well… Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

[brw]

your life is a gift. use it better.

brieuc's 1k celebration: 🤖 interest edit for @xanthezhou!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Your Freaky Funky Friendly Neighborhood Disco-Spider - Earth 1294A - 1982

Diane Pastors of Earth 1294A is Disco-Spider - a roller-skating, record-spinning, bass-playing, web-slinging, Disco Queen! A freedom fighter by choice and a web-head by chance, Disco has Opal the Funk Machine in hand, and her fingers on the pulse of Spider Society HQ! She's here to give you the down-low on campus - or (more likely) talk your ear off about Hobie Brown. She's kinda Not Normal about him.

Got a spidersona? I wanna see them! Just jump in my askbox, or tag me in a post! Catch Disco on Campus and join the

The Spider Society Welcome Committee!

Love Hobie Brown? Have your sona ask about

The Hobie Brown Fanclub!

and get the backstage pass from Diane - one of Hobie's custom guitar picks! (yes ...... rlly) __________________________________________________

a.n: I realized I never actually posted a Spidersona sheet for DiscoSpider - the Spidersona I made solely to ship with Hobie and my current rp obsession. Soooo here it is!! Just a lot of sketches and ideas from the last month. I really love this sona and the community she's let me connect with - all of your sonas are so cool!!

if you've read this far, have interacted with Disco, or have sent your sona in - thank you so much :) i appreciate it

Oh! Almost forgot - BONUS:

Extra Disco Outfits!!

[sky-is-the-limit]

Hi Oli💜

I'm not sure if your requests are open but PLEASE, if you're ever down to do an Alex Keller x plus size f!reader smut with the man being an absolute munch .

I will combust, there is literally nothing with this man :( Hook a fandom up Master.

There's no hurry to do this now, it's definitely at your convenience and if you're inspired to🫰🏼

Thank you!

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧��𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘺? 🤭

'Favourite Dish'

Alex Keller x F!Reader

𝘊𝘞: 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘖𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘙)

𝘞𝘊: 2,218 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰��, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯���𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴.

''𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.'' 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘒𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 '𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴' 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘈𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.

𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭��𝘻𝘦.

''𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.'' 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢.”

''𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦- 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹..'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

''𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭?'' 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢��𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

''𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥-'' 𝘍𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴.

𝘈 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 ''𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺? 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.''

''𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴.'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭.

''𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘮?'' 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵����𝘳𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

''𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹..'' 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺.

''𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘠/𝘕?'' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

''𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦-'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦.

''𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘮'𝘢𝘮.'' 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.

��𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘧𝘶𝘭.

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦.

''𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹- 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭-'' 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

''𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.'' 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧�� 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘩, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵.

𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦.

''𝘎𝘰𝘥- 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦-'' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘢.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯�� 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱.

''𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬-'' 𝘔𝘦𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘧, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰��𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵.

''𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺-'' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘣 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩-𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭-𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴.

𝘞𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩.

''𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?'' 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦.

''𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴?'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴.

[phenomenally-skilled]

Closed starter for @the-expatriate

Lydia entered the ballroom, surrounded by those whose wealth far exceeded her own. Despite being a minor mythological creature, she didn’t have nearly as much wealth as say, a vampire who beens laundering for thousands of years, or a goblin price hiking people for random curios.

She sighed, hoping her sleeved dress covered her back well enough, steeling her courage and walking around the benefit for a bit, finding her spot for dinner with a neat little nameplate on the table. Most tables were set for anywhere from 2-6 people; it seemed Lydia was set in the 2s section.

She sat down, wondering when she was going to meet the other who’d be joining her for dinner at the exotic animals benefit. She didn’t have money, but it was a black tie event, so if you fit the dress code and applied early enough, you could get in.

[dcrkfcngs]

@pinksopaque 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯

looking up from his cup, he sighed while trying his best to not roll his eyes. ❝ so you called me out tonight for what exactly ? ❞ he asked for clarification.

[mossofteeth]

|| closed starter for @bruiscdmouth based off of this plot

“I ain’t havin’ this argument with ya again! Dance partners have to have chemistry if the performance is gon’ be believable— and I ain’t half-assin’ the performance jus’cause you’re comfortable bein’ a hypocrite!” Genevieve might have looked downright comical, standing there with her arms crossed and her hip cocked to the side in a defiant display— the comical part came in the form of the black leotard wrapped in a sheer, light pink skirt.

[popcultr]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @testdrves

MUSE: ayla yildiz / 29 / bakery owner / pansexual

based on this post!

ayla was stood behind the counter of her bakery, shutting things down, getting ready to close when she heard the front door go. she turned, seeing who it was, a grin came across her lips, "hey, you. you're a little bit late, i've got nothing left".

[cursedfell]

starter for @chunibyo-x-sorcerer.

" . . .your technique sucks. if you try using that in close combat with a curse, you're going to get yourself killed."

[loosecannom]

starter call: @runesvein.

she's been watching him for a while now – something jinx is willing to bet he's been getting used to, if maybe in all the wrong ways. trips to piltover have gotten less and less rare for her since the invasion, but the stares still follow her down every corner. distrust, fear, blame. that's not why she's been observing, obviously — she's hardly one to preach about keeping your hands clean. she's merely interested. why? jinx would call it curiosity, if pressed; its real name lies closer to a word like empathy. unfortunately for viktor, invoking such a feeling comes with a price: being studied like a bug, and subsequently bothered. no one ever said doing better had to come at the expense of being a nuisance, so here they are, appearing from nearly thin air to do just that. "hiya!" which is the only prelude she allows before plowing on ahead. "we met a while back. harold or whatever, great to see you. look, i forgot to ask: the white streaks – you do 'em yourself, or just getting old? it's a good look."

[herofists]

@speedchasing /

𝗡𝗢  𝗪𝗔𝗬  .  .  .  the  gasp  he  lets  out  'pon  seeing  the  motorcycle  parked  near  the  inn—The  gleam  of  the  bike,  every  contour,  every  angle  screams  speed  and  power—it's  a  mechanical  beast  just  waiting  to  be  unleashed. 

he's  practically  salivating.

He  circles  it,  his  boots  crunching  against  the  dirt,  his  fingers  itch  with  the  urge  to  touch  it  but  he  refrains.  It's  common  courtesy  not  to  touch  someone  else's  things    (  even  if  sexy  as  hell  )  and  decides  to  appreciate  it  from  a  distance.  Snow  leans  against  the  rough  wood  of  the  inn’s  wall,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest,  gaze  fixed  on  the  motorcycle. 

Time  trickles  by,  each  minute  stretching  as  he  rehearses  opening  lines  in  his  head.  Compliments  about  the  bike's  make  and  model  mingle  with  inquiries  about  upgrades  and  handling.  Motorbike  enthusiasts  are  a  rare  breed  in  his  experience,  and  the  opportunity  to  exchange  words  over  horsepower  and  the  thrill  of  an  open  road  is  one  Snow  doesn't  want  to  miss.

He  watches  every  passerby,  assessing  whether  they're  the  one,  until—a  figure  approaches  that  seems  to  match  the  bike’s  wild  spirit…

[imolelalade]

Nifemi Lore and Stuff

Nifemi is a character who I tried to put layers into, while basing some aspects of her personality on myself. But while not only is it hard trying to breakdown yourself down into a character, my brain is also too messy to form proper lore before jumping straight into trauma parts, which I hyperfixtated on at some point. Seeing as this is my first time actually posting proper stuff about her and most of you might be like ‘Who the hell is even Nifemi?’, I’m gonna post a small background and info-dump on her lore a bit. (I also just need some type of  outlet for all of this, it’s one am I want to sleep, she takes up my every waking thought)

Backstory and Personality Study

Nifemi hails from Earth 1960, and she was born in South Africa, though being raised in her spiderman city, Laghattan, New Lagos City, Nigeria (A mashup of Lagos and New York), where she lived  and grew up. 

She and her sister, Bolatito, were both orphaned at about 4 and 2 years old respectively, when their parents died in a plane crash, and moved in with their Uncle Benedict ‘Ben’ Parker and Aunt Mayowa ‘May’ Parker. 

They owned a small family based resturant that brought in most of the family’s income and simultaneously ignited Nifemi’s love for cooking.

At 13 on a field trip to Oscorp Industries, she got lost from her class and got bitten by a radioactive spider and after her Uncle Ben’s death, took up the mantle of spiderwoman, or as she and her city call her, Anansi.

About a year of being Anasi later, Nifemi’s sister, Bolatito finds out about her identity and claims the role of ‘the gal in the chair, making gadgets, walkie talkies the whole thing.

When Nifemi was about 15, she met Miles 1960 (her Earth’s variant of Miles Morales) who she developed a strong friendship with as they bonded over their love for art and stuff. (Big sis, Little bro relationship)

Nifemi soon introduces Bolatito to Miles, the three of them becoming a trio with Miles and Bolatito becoming a couple at some point (Techflower)

Timeskip, blah, blah, blah, Nifemi meets Hobie at uni, develops a crush on him and him vice-versa and they both also end up together (I’ll explain the timeline more in depth later, I’m too lazy and tired to do that right now)

Anways,

Throughout her journey as Anansi, Nifemi’s canon events of losing her loved ones had a lasting impact on her personal self, both as Anansi and as her civilian self.

Nifemi and her Uncle Ben were extremely close, she growing to even see him as a sort of father figure as she barely had any memories of her real parents, which is why his death as her canon event, (though she didn’t know what canon events were at the time) had such a lasting impact on her, making her unknowingly more emotionally closed off than she would have been as a normal teenager. Her already naturally shy and introverted personality also didn’t help matters to an extent.

Due to this, even though she eventually opened up as she grew older and met HB 1960 (her earth’s variant of Hobie Brown), her second ‘loss of a loved one’ canon event of losing him (since he’s kind of her Gwen Stacy, love intrest thing), completely shattered her and set her down a dark slope of her being afraid getting close or forming any sort of relationship with people, as now 2 of her greatest love ones are dead because, in her mind, her.

As a person Nifemi is a laid back person to an extent, just moving with life but still trying to be successful. She tries to have an easy-going attitude with life but might appear to be closed off and moody to others at times. She honestly doesn’t try or mean to seem that way but has problems socializing or even opening up with people. Despite her attitude however, she does have a pretty steady friendgroup and realistic approach with life, keeping the few friends and loved ones she has close, which is why the loss of them usually has a bigger and lasting impact on her.

Nifemi sees her identity of being Anansi to be seperate yet at the same time the same with her civilain life, constantly mking connections yet still try to keep them from overlapping with each other. While, yes, she follows her Uncle Ben’s advice of “With great power comes great responsibility” and the added mindset of “If I don’t do it, who will?”, at the same time she still wonders if she should just stop trying. The fact that her city, still has their doubts about her, despite her constantly saving them, still seeing her as a demon, due to her powers and their superstitions, also doesn’t help matters and keeps the thoughts coming.

However despite all of this, Nifemi still keeps trying and persevering, using her friends and famiy as a sort of motivation to keep going, in a sense her motto kind of being, “Even if you don’t want to, do it for them”

[ghoclish]

✧   𓂅   @zinhuan   asked   :   “   the   reports   of   my   death   have   been   greatly   exaggerated   .   ”   to   wednesday   /   various   things   spoken   in   an   adventuring   party   pt.2   (   accepting   )   .

that   wasn't   the   response   she'd   been   expecting   .   denying   involvement   ,   blaming   technological   error   ,   or   even   springing   to   life   a   long   lost   twin   had   been   on   her   list   of   excuse   she   thought   yan   wei   would   give   .  ��she   was   a   little   disappointed   he   hadn't   used   one   of   her   anticipated   lines   .   she'd   come   with   proof   to   debunk   each   one   in   her   small   portrait   backpack   .   it   was   always   annoying   when   things   didn't   go how   she   expected   them   to   .   she   hated   being   wrong   .   “   is   exaggerated   your   rather   irritating   way   of   saying   faked   .   ”   it   was   less   of   a   question   and   more   of   a   statement   .   wednesday   snatched   the   stolen   police   file   from   his   hands   and   held   it   in   her   own   .   her   hands   crossing   over   one   another   in   front   of   her   as   the   manilla   folder   ,   providing   her   with   more   questions   rather   than   answers   ,   hung   between   them   .   “   because   that's   the   only   way   your   phantom   prints   showing   up    on   each   dead   body   makes   sense   .   but   then   there's   the   question   of   how   you   got   the   coroner   ,   correctional   officers   ,   and   potential   other   police   intel   in   on   it   .   which   is   something   i   just   don't   see   happening   .   no   offense   ,   but   you're   no   light   yagami   .   i   couldn't   see   you   charming   your   way   out   of   a   snake   pit   let   alone   a   jail   cell   .   ”   there   were   more   questions   burning   on   her   tongue   ;   like   if   the   point   of   him   getting   out   was   to   continue   killing   ,   why   switch   up   his   modus   operandi   ?   weren't   serial   killers   married   to   that   kind   of   thing   ?   did   he   have   an   identity   crisis   ?   none   of   it   made   any   sense   and   wednesday   intended   to   stare   him   down   until   it   did   .   “   well   ?   get   the   cat   off   your   tongue   before   i   cut   it   off   .   ”   it   would   make   the   whole   ‘   getting   answers   ’   thing   a   little   more   difficult   but   not   impossible   .   he   could   still   write   ,   afterall   .

[ofhope]

“Sooo, what do you wanna' do first?”

At the height of summer, the ripples of the sea were nigh irresistible. To those not permitted easier access, travel was the easy solution -- and the grassy greens of Mondstadt didn't have enough space to squeeze in a nice, leisurely beach! Which was a shame, Yoimiya thought, the sight would've fulfilled years worth of festival firework inspiration. If that were the case, though, Yoimiya wouldn't have gotten time with a certain 'lil spark!

“We could go for a swim - ooh, do you know how to swim?! I'll teach you! - we couuld build a sandcastle - I'm an expert! - we cooould see if a certain Oni's done building his sand fortress and ask if he wants to play a round of chicken... or, hang with me here... we could do all three!”

The options were infinite, and with Captain Kaeya's permission, all doable in a reasonable amount of time! Today was Klee's day, however - and whatever she said went! Pocketing spare bundles of energy, Yoimiya leant down to her height, adjusting the near-toppling sunhat balanced atop her head.

“Are you ready for the best summer ever?”

@xamassed!

[sprnkles]

for @4fter-hours

based on this!

even after ten hours of tattooing, his hands itch for more. silas remembers when he was an apprentice and his fingers would cramp. still, the pain was more than worth it. a slowly fulfilling dream coming to life, day by day. so many people warned him that life after high school was bleak, but silas found it to be the opposite. no more foster homes for him. in fact, he even has an apartment now, right in the city, and within walking distance to the studio. life was...good.

then he sees her. most everyone from their graduating class had moved all over the world, working in corporate offices or starting families. silas had assumed she had done the same. one day he woke up and she was gone. but he was used to this sort of dynamic, a connection blossoming, and abruptly being nipped in the bud. he recalls from their conversations (from how many years ago?) that she had a parent who moved them around a lot. was that correct?

silas smiles widely when she approaches him, says hello. "of course i remember you," he replies, turning his body to fully face hers, "how are you, elizabeth?" he's tempted to say his own name, to see if she remembers, but there's a small part of him that's afraid she forgot.

[hcdgepcdge]

@reignoctis asked: "So much has changed, but I'm the same." rarity Girly Pop Odesseys

Called up to Canterlot, to see the Royal Castle no less. Celestia had personally requested her, and gleefully she had assumed she was going to be commissioned to design a dress for the beloved Princess of Equestria.

How wrong she was. Well partially.

A royal was still a royal. Don't get her wrong! Luna was an elegant model to design for. Though the whole Nightmare Moon debacle couldn't escape the edges of her mind. Would the Princess show kindness to someone who blasted her full force with the power of new Friendship?

Annnnnnd a more business-savvy part of her mind wondered if outfitting the less....popular..princess would result in a decline in business. Ponies did happen to have somewhat of a herd mentality when it came to these things.

Still, she'd be a fool to say no to the bits and Celestia.

It was a stiff atmosphere. Rarity could usually make idle chatter with clients but found it difficult in this circumstance. So when the Princess broke her silence it nearly startled her.

"I find if one isn't primping or preening over themselves during this session some reflection is bound to happen when staring into a mirror for hours." A pause, a thought, how much advice could she offer a practical immortal. "If I may speak out of turn Your Majesty?"