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[𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒]

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𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟥,𝟨𝟢𝟧

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖾'𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌

"𝗒𝖺𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇-𝖺𝗁! 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝟣𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

"𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾." 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀. "𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌' 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗂'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎

"𝗌𝗁𝗁! 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗌" 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾. 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺, 𝗅𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖼, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎���� 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, "𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾"

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, "𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒. "𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾?" 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍"

"𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾-𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉.

𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖺

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖼. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁���𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

"𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀…'𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗁"

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗇, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾

"𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌? 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍; "𝖺𝗁, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋"

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈." 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, "𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈? 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍?"

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽. "𝗈𝗁 𝗇𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗀, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 "𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 ���𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍."

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗂𝗋. "𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍? 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅-𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌?"

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.

"𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾-𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗂 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐.

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𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. "𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁��𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗇𝗈

"𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽," 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽-𝖻𝖾-𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉."

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅. 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉.

"𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍? 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, "𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒/𝗇. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋."

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇. 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇���. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ���𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄. "𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇."

𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟣𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗑-𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇-𝗍𝗈-𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. "𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

"𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝗀𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇." 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗂 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖺 '𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾

"𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌…𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗆!"

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅���𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁. 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 ��𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾. "𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌! 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽."

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒? 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾.

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝖺𝗇𝖽 "𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝖾'𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽

𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗎𝗉 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅? 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗅𝗒-𝖽𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻���𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝗌𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍, 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗇. 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, "𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋". 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

"𝗁𝗂, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎, "𝗂 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗇𝗈? 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾? 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗂, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂��𝗐𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

"𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾��𝖿"

𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈.

"𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝗂'𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐." 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉. "𝗂'𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂'𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗂𝗍.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

"𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼é 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀." 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 ��𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 "𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉." "𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. "𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋; 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂-𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾.

𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽? 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

"𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇" "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗅/𝗇 𝗒/𝗇"

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

[zeawkwardpterodactyl]

Going through my followers and blocking all the p*rn bots, call that the culling

[zeawkwardpterodactyl]

I can't with dad fics anymore, they're literally all so adorable 😭 one of my favorite tropes for sure and this specifically is so adorable and comforting to read!

dad jisung???

a/n: for my love @chvnnie i miss your face. i hope this does your wish justice. it was hard. also i don’t know how to end a fic lols

jisung as a dad is something you never could have prepared for.

he was more wonderful than anything you could have imagined during your pregnancy - always knowing exactly what you needed, giving you space when you were moody, letting himself take half of the weight as much as he could. he tampered down his own anxiety in favor of addressing yours and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. he even let you squeeze his hands so tight he got bruises during the delivery, and he pranced around telling everyone they were battle scars afterwards.

however, this just meant that once she was born, the anxiety that he had bottled up all came crawling back.

with each day, you relaxed more and more into being a parent, tasks coming naturally to you as if it was ingrained into your brain, while he began second guessing every movement he made.

even now, he’s tiptoeing into your bedroom with barely-there steps, round glasses perched on his nose, holding his breath as he sits behind you on the bed and looks over your shoulder to smile at the baby in your arms.

“hi there, little sprout,” he coos, tracing a gentle finger down her cheek and smiling wider when she opens her mouth and gurgles at his touch.

“she has a name, you know,” you tease, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the baby’s head. you miss the look on his face, but you see when he retracts his hand as if he’s been burnt and scoots back.

you frown as you look back at him to see his bottom lip worrying between his teeth, eyes unsure as they flicker between you, the baby, and the floor.

“hey, ji,” you say, keeping your voice as warm as you can, turning around as gently as you could to face him. “i was just teasing. you know i love your petnames, right?”

“i just,” he pauses, looking down and refusing to meet your eyes. “i don’t want to mess this up. i feel like i’m on the edge of doing something wrong all the time. it’s too important.”

and the silliest thing about this situation is, he’s so good at it. at being a husband, at being a father, at having a family. it comes naturally to him, and if you replaced the second-guessing with confidence he would be sailing through whatever test he’s put himself under.

he’s impossibly affectionate, always telling her from afar that she’s perfect and beautiful, bragging about her to everyone, taking videos of her giggling and making indescribable noises.

he always knows what she wants to eat. always knows just what her cries mean, whether she needs to be changed or she’s hungry or she wants attention, even though they all sound the same to you. knows exactly where to pat her back to make her burp, knows to put her in the right clothes that she won’t be fussy in, knows that in the winter she doesn’t like the heat turned up too high even though it’s cold outside because it makes her too warm. he knows. and yet, he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t.

“you know she’s half yours too, right? you don’t have to fight for her love. she already loves you, just like i do.” you say, not missing the way the tips of his ears tinge pink at your words. “i would say she loves you more than i do, but that’s impossible because i love you too much.”

“no such thing as too much, baby,” he murmurs against your lips as he presses a slow kiss there, leaning over the miracle you’ve created together in the process. when he pulls back, he presses a sure palm to the baby’s cheek, reveling in how she opens her big round doe eyes at him as if she was looking at the sun. if anyone asked you, you would say she was.

“take her for a second?” you ask, gathering her up and depositing her into his waiting arms. “i’m going to go get some water.”

you half expect him to say no, you sit and i’ll get it for you, like he usually does, but he doesn’t. he cradles her like she’s the most breakable thing instead, hands looking impossibly big around her, protective and more sure than they have been since the hospital.

the smile is still ghosting on your face as you slowly sip your water in the kitchen, letting him get as much time as he needs with her with no one watching his actions. even if it’s you.

the sight you’re greeted with when you creak the bedroom door open again is one you wish you could snapshot like a polaroid in your mind; he’s moved to the headboard, legs spread out in front of him and your baby cradled to his chest. he’s singing you are my sunshine to her, a look of pure adoration on his face, the same one you remember seeing when he first met you, when he proposed, at the altar, when he first laid eyes on her in the hospital. his voice is soft and floats around the room, bouncing around the walls and surrounding them in a cocoon of comfort.

“…please don’t take my sunshine away,” he croons, nuzzling his nose against the soft tuft of hair on top of her head. “no one’s ever going to take you away from me, okay? from me and your mom. never.” he swears, wrapping one pinkie around her entire tiny hand. her fingers curl around it, as close to a promise as she can make.

“at this rate, her first word is going to be dada,” you say, making yourself known and holding back your smile at the way he jumps a bit. “she’s definitely going to be a daddy’s girl.”

“is that right?” he says, looking down at her. “are you going to be my little flower?” she gurgles a bit, imitating a laugh, and the way he laughs along with her creates a melody more beautiful than any of the songs he’s ever written.

soft hours

[zeawkwardpterodactyl]

I don't really consider myself an engene anymore, but this dynamic >>> I've always been a sucker for Jake I suppose 🥲🤌

this had been on my mind for a hot minute but imagine science/math nerd!jake falling for history nerd!reader

science nerd!jake with history nerd!partner

a/n. anon this is genius.

also please leave some comments or feedbacks :( its kind of demotivating to scroll through notifs and see blank likes or reblogs :(

i would like to start with the fact that everyone hates you bc of how sickeningly adorable you two are 🤕

jake won’t shut up about you

even the teachers r like…

“mr sim we know your partner is great but we’re talking about of what stars are made of”

well you are the only star he needs so 🙄

no but mans HATED history

like despised, even

but then you waltzed into his life with this little historical fun facts of yours :”)

like you met because of a mutual friend of yours – jungwon. he was tired of jake whining about how he sucks at history so he decided to introduce him to you and get him to start having tutor lessons

he didn’t listen to you though, he just stared at you and thought he was being slick with it…

but anyways.

he’s so cute ☹️

like when you’re playing some games idk knowledge is power or something similar he’ll anyways choose historical categories so you can answer :(

even though he could pick the science ones and win easily :((

or sometimes when you’re eating lunch with him and his friends and you’re having convos

and you’ll go like “oh speaking of bananas! did you know that in 1928 there was a banana massacre?”

and then you’ll move on with explaining in the tiniest detail all the bloody battles and stuff while they’re all like 😐

except jake because he always finds it so amusing that you even know all this stuff – and he genuinely wants to know

it’s the “listens-talks” dynamic but it works both ways

because sometimes jake will go on about how it happens why water is so extraordinary and you’ll listen as well… but also because of how happy he looks when he’s doing that :”)

and he loves your little historical jokes ☹️ and when you have some that connect to his field of science? he literally has hearts in his eyes.

“who invented fractions?” you’ll ask. jake will pretend to think even though you both know he doesn’t know the answer “henry the 1/4th!”

he will punch anyone who says your jokes are lame. spoiler alert: sunghoon

he also helps you when it comes to studying for exams and such, if you still have scientific subjects – and he’s actually good at that!!

very patient and good with explaining :D

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[zeawkwardpterodactyl]

Where was this when I was super sick last week 😭😭 this would've made everything a little bit better! I absolutely love the writing style and plot here-- I'm a sucker for sick fics

the cuddle cure

felix x gn!reader

super fluffy sick fic, felix blushes easily, mentions of medicine, just tooth rotting fluff

for my love @lixesque ♡

☆ taglist: @meowmeowisdaname @snow-pegasus @starlostseungmin @spicyfrogbrain @venustired @chriscentric @l3visbby @abiaswreck @septicrebel @hwajin

Felix knew something was wrong the minute he woke up.

He felt sticky, his shirt wet as a thin layer of sweat coated his entire body.

At first he thought that he had maybe just overheated during his sleep. That was until his early morning brain fog had cleared and he became aware of the body pressed up against him.

Your back was nestled against his side, the material of your t-shirt damp just like his. Felix frowned as he sat up, hovering over your curled up form to inspect your face. Your hair was matted to your forehead, a distinct pinch between your brow as you slept.

Felix called your name softly, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

By the third call of your name you began to shift in your sleep, a soft frown making its way on to your lips.

“Angel can you wake up for me?”

Felix received a soft grunt in response, feeling his heart stutter as you sleepily rubbed at your eyes.

“Lix,” you whined softly as you rubbed your face against the material of your pillow.

“I know baby. Let’s got get a bath and change your clothes okay?”

You shook your head, eyes barely able to stay open as they fluttered up at him.

Felix gave you a soft smile before leaning down to press a soft kiss against the tip of your nose.

“Come on Y/n you’re sick. You need to take a bath and get some medicine in you.”

“I’m not sick. I’m just tired.”

Felix pursed his lips before brushing his fingers against your forehead, nearly wincing at the heat.

“I think your fever would beg to differ my love.”

It took everything in Felix not to coo at the soft pout that graced your lips.

“Fine,” you sighed before sitting up, wincing at the sudden movement.

You let out a groan as you held you head in your hands and Felix felt his heart drop.

“Wait right there let me go get you some medicine.”

It took Felix less than a minute to find the painkillers, quickly making his way back to your side with a few pills and a glass of water.

“You okay,” he asked, cursing the way his voice slightly shook.

You nodded after handing the glass back to him to set on the side table, giving him a reassuring smile as you reached out to take his hand in yours.

Felix had always worried, maybe a little too much whenever you got sick. He didn’t want to make things worse by openly worrying about you but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t like when his baby was sick.

“I’ll be alright. It’s probably just a seasonal thing.”

Felix nodded, eyes falling to your intertwined fingers.

“I know. I just worry about you.”

You raise your clasped hands to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand—causing his ears to heat.

“I know you do. But I promise I’ll be alright. Now how about that bath?”

A bath and some soup later, you were curled up in bed once more. Felix spent the morning running around, making sure that you had everything you needed. Even though you told him not to worry, that didn’t stop him from looking up every possible cure on the Internet.

You hummed as Felix read off some of the things online that would help with the aches and pains.

“I think they might be missing the most important remedy of all.”

Felix’s eyebrows raise as he looks up from his phone to where your cuddled beneath the sheets, only your nose and the top of your head visible.

“What would that be?”

“My boyfriend, in my bed, cuddling me.”

He feels his face heat, sputtering slightly as he nearly drops his phone. However, the giggles that come out to you at his reaction is worth the short-lived embarrassment.

“I-I don’t think that’s a cure.”

You pout then and Felix nearly melts.

“Yes it is. It’s called the cuddle cure.”

“The cuddle cure,” Felix laughs, eyeing you as a fond smile makes its way onto his face.

You nod before lifting the covers.

“Shall we find out if it works?”

And if it meant making you feel better and getting to hold you?

Well, Felix would never object to cuddles.

[zeawkwardpterodactyl]

warmth

a/n. cries in single and waking up alone everyday

genre. i felt a big angsty… but (un)fortunately i’m a big softie so there’s happy ending :)

when you wake up, you feel warmth. not only the covers warmth or because of the heating.

you feel seungchol’s warmth.

his arms wrapped around you, like you’re a teddy bear in his hold. you’re in his embrace, surrounded by him. his chin is resting on top of your head and your face is buried in his chest.

for the first time in two months you’ve woken up next to him.

you lean back a bit, to check if this is real, only to return to your previous position. you don’t want this moment to end.

you don’t even notice when tears gather at the brim of your waterline, threatening to spill out. your hands wrap around him and squeeze his waist, trying to hold in your emotions.

but your breath becomes uneven and even in his sleep, your boyfriend is very attentive.

“y/n?” cheol hums, voice raspy.

“i love you” you mumble, your voice cracking and the first tear dropping from your eye.

seungchol frowns and reattaches your hands from your waist to grab your face.

“hey, what’s wrong? look at me…” he whispers, genuinely concerned. even though you’re looking down, avoiding eye contact, he can still see the tears steaming down your cheeks and how wet your lashes are. waking up to see you crying wasn’t something he ever wanted to experience, especially when you’re in his hold–

“nothing. i just love you so much” you let out a dry chuckle and manage to look up, meet his chocolate irises filled with love and affection. nevertheless, he’s still worried.

“i love you too, sweetheart” cheol humms and his thumbs caress your cheeks gently. he notices the way you slightly trap your bottom lip with your teeth.

“it’s just… it’s been a while since we woke up like this…” you mumble, burying your head in the crook of his neck as your hands look for his “…together”

seungchol’s heart throbs with pain; he knows, he feels guilty. work was kicking ass but now… he made a promise to himself to wake up with you, no matter what.

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @jung0ne ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @julaute

[zeawkwardpterodactyl]

Since when does this have so many notes 😭 y'all are making me wanna work on a project I have NO time for (I'm literally in the middle of finals bruh)

Wake Me Up (SKZ/TXT SMAU) Masterlist

Themes: Stray Kid’s Hyunjin x Fem!Reader x txt’s Beomgyu (Love Triangle). High School AU. Sports AU. Social Media AU (maybe some written parts eventually). Characters play football but only because I didn’t know what other sport to make them play. Includes the other txt members, other Stray Kids members, and Itzy (major roles).

Synopsis: For as long as any student or teacher can remember, there has been a rivalry between Copper Cove High School and Bronze Valley High School. There may be peaceful relations between some students, but the constant race to be #1 football and cheer team in the state has always caused quarrels between the two schools. Yn is a student at Copper Cove High School, and she’s just trying to make it through her junior year-- however, several football players, her year-long crush on her friend Yeji's cousin, and an infuriating school gossip page is making that hard. When a new boy shows up in her biology class, will Yn finally have a decent thing happen to her love life?

Warnings (updated as the series continues): quite a bit of swearing, relationships between side characters, bullying/harassment, references to sex, implying that someone is a “whore/ho”, threats of physical violence, cheating, characters experiencing anxiety/depression/other mental health issues

Side Characters: Stray Kids, txt, and Itzy all play big roles in this story. Various members of Enhypen, BTS, Blackpink, Twice, and/or aespa may or may not be mentioned eventually (won’t be super plot-relevant and will be kept to a minimum).

Taglist (comment on here or any chapter to be added): @gold-dragon-slayer, @nycol-ie, @scoups-of-sugar,

Updates: I'm super busy rn so it'll happen when it happens

Disclaimer: This AU includes both relationships between characters and multiple LGBTQ+ characters. I want to make it clear that I don’t mean to imply that this is the truth of the matter. Just because they’re together in this series doesn’t mean I think they’re together irl. Just because they’re part of the LGBTQ+ community in this series doesn’t mean that they are irl (same goes for straight characters!) As an audience, we don’t see that much of these idol’s personalities, and I have taken many creative liberties with them, so don’t assume that their personalities here are their real personalities.

Chapters:

CCHS Profiles

BVHS Profiles

Chapter 1: Really, Chris?!

Chapter 2: Take It Down

Chapter 3: Schedules

Chapter 4: Crushes

Chapter 5: Girl's Day

Chapter 6: T Minus One Day

Chapter 7: First Day

[zeawkwardpterodactyl]

O. M. G. THIS! fics like these are the main reason why I love ff as much as I do. It's so rare to find an ending as satisfying as this, or conflict written this beautifully. I love the fact that ultimately, romance wasn't the goal, but rather friendship. Even if they do get together after the story's ending, it doesn't feel like the author is forcing that to happen, it feels natural. Like anything is possible.

Overall 10/10, this fic alone made my day 10 times better ❤️❤️❤️

I.N.V.U. ✾ han jisung

genre: angst

word count: 5298

pairing: reader x han jisung

description: when you think your best friend is not really the best, issues start to arise.

[inspired on Taeyeon’s song, ‘I.N.V.U.’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbZH7XWDW_k]

You two have been friends for what felt like an entire life. Well… it was your entire life. Your entire 20-something-many-years-old. Your entire primary, middle, and high school; your entire college and post grad, and god knows what else. During all that, you always had Han Jisung by your side– sometimes holding your hand, sometimes hugging you close, and sometimes by just smiling at you with that special sparkle in his eyes, the ones that made your knees weak and your stomach knot. You on the other hand… you were always the same. Always there for him, always smiling shyly, a few steps behind, pushing him forward and watching him grow while being stuck in place.

No. Stuck in place is too harsh of an expression. You prefer comfortably settled.

But then you grow. And time passes. And as much as it bothers you, things change, but never you and him. Or at least, never you. Han Jisung changed all the time– majors, jobs, interests. He still changes, one day after the other, always trying new things, always chasing new people…. but never you. No, he never chases you, mainly because you never give him a reason to. You always stay.

So much so, that when he shows up at your apartment, drunk and messy, all you can do is smile and step away from the entrance, letting him in as if the house was completely his.

“Ah… thank god you were awake,” He giggles, throwing his body on your couch unceremoniously. I wasn’t, is what you want to tell him, rubbing your hands on your tired eyed. I was actually having a really nice dream. But you’ll never say that… not to him. “The party was wild, Y/N, you should’ve come. I don’t get why you always stay at home.”

Shrugging, you sit on the little space his body doesn’t occupy on the couch. “I like my apartment. Parties are full of drunk people and that’s… a lot.”

“I’m drunk,” You know he’s drunk– you can hear it in his voice, and you can smell in his breath. You know he’s drunk, but you don’t care. He’s different. Han is different.

“I know, silly,” Is all you say, getting up to go get the extra clothes he leaves at your place, hoping that convince him to at least take a shower.

It’s like this whenever the weekend rolls around– Han goes out, probably invited to one of many parties by his co-workers and old college friends, and for hours, you don’t hear from him. It’s almost like you get to taste a life by yourself, try a different version of how things could’ve been without him; but those are quick to fade, usually around one or two in the morning, when the inevitably loud banging on your door wakes you up from deep sleep, stopping at nothing until you open up the door for him and his oddly charming, drunk smile. His blushed cheeks. His half-moon eyes. Get it together, you think, shaking your the thoughts out of your head as you went back to the living room, tiredly crouching next to him.

“Jisung,” You call softly, sighing when he doesn’t move. “Ji, come on… go take a shower. You’ll sleep more comfortable if you wash the alcohol away, Jisungie.”

He does nothing but groan and waved your hand away, grabbing it right after and bringing it to his chest– an attempt to a cuddling that has you in the most awkward position possible, and yet, you don’t dare to pull away. So that’s how you sleep; in pain, sitting on your floor, hugging his spare clothes to your chest, but none of that matters because you, because the warmth of his hand on yours is enough to have you lulling back into sleep. This time, he’s not in your dreams, and when you wake up, he’s not in your couch.

———————

During the week, Jisung is the best friend you could ever want. Or need, for that matter.

He is present, from Monday to Friday morning. He picks you up for work, since you work in the building next to his, and takes you out for lunch and a well deserved office gossip session– much like the class gossip sessions you two had throughout school, telling each other everything anything about the people in your respective classrooms. Usually, Jisung pays for your lunch, too, and that’s if he doesn’t bring a full, home cooked meal on those cute little lunch boxes. I got bored and cooked a shit ton of stuff, is what he would say if you ask, and with a sheepish smile, the one that has him scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, he puts the food in front of you. It’s always delicious and it always made the weekend to come hurt a little less.

But then the week passes and it’s the weekend again, and suddenly the lunch boxes mean absolutely nothing and it all hurts all the same.

You hate the way Jisung disappears on a Friday evening, after a perfect week as your best friend, with a simple text saying nothing more than ‘going out, wish me luck! ;P’. And you hate how he’ll show up again, hours of defeating silence filled with useless TV shows and takeaway deliveries later, banging on your door with a smile that disarms you whole and leaves you bare and defenseless. A smile that leaves you at his mercy, running around your apartment at god knows what hour in the morning to try and make him comfortable, only to have him falling asleep on the couch again, you on the ground again, all twisted and uncomfortable again… holding his hand again. And then, when the sun is barely up and the birds are still starting to awaken, and you are abruptly ripped away from your dreams– only to realize that he has just sneaked out of your house and left you on the fucking floor… again.

So this time you promise yourself it will be different. You promise to sleep through the night, no interruptions. Or at least you promise to try.

But you know those are just empty promises.

You know that when he comes knocking, you’ll run to the door. That when he smiles, you’ll sit on your spot on the floor and wait until he’s gone. And that when he’s gone, you’ll go back to wishing you had never opened that door in the first place, alone and crying in your room, avoiding the goddamned couch at all costs. And you wonder, in those 48 hours of pain, if the other 120 are worth it… You don’t think you’ve ever reached a conclusion to that dilemma, falling asleep with hushed whines and contained sobs, because even when you cried, you couldn’t let yourself go. So much so that when Jisung comes knocking that night, you already have your trained-to-perfection smile on your face. Tonight he’s a bit later than usual, and the knocks seem slower, heavier, as if something weights them down.

“Jisungie, how– oh my god.”

The first thing you notice is the bloody lip. Split open and oozing crimson red, it makes you flinch as if the injury was your own. But then you see his eye, black and bruised and so, so swollen that it wouldn’t even open. 

“What the actual fuck happened?!” You shriek, hand slapping over your mouth to not wake up the whole building. Ushering him inside, you sit him in his usual spot, scrunching your nose as soon as the harsh and bitter smell of alcohol hits you. Just how much did he drink tonight?

There’s some stuttering from the living room and groaning or two but the pressure of having him like that, in that state, on your house, is enough to have your hands shaking, the pressure and nervousness of it all easily getting to you. The box of first aid, snug in between extra rolls of toilet paper and the sink pipes, is almost like a toy rattle, but you are quick to ignore it, just like you are with everything else that did not directly involve Han Jisung.

“Okay, let’s see what’s here… oh god, oh god, okay, Y/N focus, focus, just… fuck!” The medical tape rolls out of your hands and under the couch and you swear you’re about to cry as you stretched yourself on the floor, reaching, reaching, reaching but never really getting there.

“Y/N… Y/N, come on, stop that, I’m fine,” Jisung says softly, hands on you gently prying you away from the floor, finally, and sitting you next to him. His head is heavy when it falls on your shoulder and the way your thumbs fidget is enough to have him laying his much larger hand over yours, squeezing them in understanding support. “I’m fine. I promise.”

“You are hurt,” You are quick to blurt out, refusing to look at him. “You’re beaten up, with a busted lip, and you’re here pretending nothing happened. What the hell, Jisung?”

“Nothing happened,” The words slur with each other, from tiredness and drunkness, and you sigh. The stress of dealing with him like this gets to you easily– a bit too easily for you to be comfortable– and you push him away, reaching for the alcohol swabs and looking at him with sorry eyes. “Stop looking at me like that. Just… just be gentle.”

Nothing about this would be gentle and both of you knew.

“Of course, Ji, I got you,” And there was so much more behind those words, but this was not the time nor the place. “Can you open your mouth a bit?” Cleaning the cut on his lip took longer than you thought it would– every time he flinched or groaned you’d pull away, blowing gently on it, a bit too close without even realizing. “I’m so sorry, Ji, I’m sorry,” you chanted, trying to finish it as fast as possible.

“I think this is good, Y/N, thanks,” He chuckled, sounding a bit more sober already. “It’s alright.”

“Stop lying to me!”

You don’t know where this comes from, but the frustration and disappointment are palpable.

“What do you mean?”

“Jisung! You are bleeding! You have a black eye! You come to my house looking like this and you try to convince me that you’re fine but for fuck’s sake, how stupid do you think I am?”

He opened his mouth to answer but you shushed him.

“Don’t answer that! What the fuck even happened to you?”

A moment passes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

That’s the last straw.

“You don’t want to talk about it?” You echo, fuming as you stand up with your hands on your waist. “Well, I wanna talk about it! How about that, Han Jisung?”

“Ah, it’s like they say, Y/N, you can’t always have what you want,” His laughter is stiff and uncomfortable and you just want to throw yourself out of the window. Has he always been like that? So selfish and self-centered?

“You came here.”

The silence that settles is everything but quiet, and your voice, small and low, scares even you with just how vulnerable it makes you sound.

“You came here. You always come here. And I never ask anything. I never say anything, I never criticize, I never complain. I just… I open the door because I know it’s what you need. Want. One or the other, who knows. But I do it anyways. Because it’s you, Jisung!”

He rolls his eyes, a small smile pulling on his lips. “You’re awake any–“ “No, I’m fucking not!” You shout, taking a step back and away from him. With a deep breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose, already feeling a headache coming through. “I mean… I’m usually sleeping. You come late and, I mean, it’s impossible not to wake up, you know? You bang on my door and you wake up the whole floor, and I open for you because I’m worried and I don’t like the thought of leaving you alone when you’re drunk and–“

“God, you’re so uptight.”

There is nothing for a second. As in, you feel absolutely nothing for a whole damn second. But then you do, and oh my fucking god, it hurts so bad. The way his words stung is only exasperated by the way he pulls his hair back, something you know he only does when he is feeling… things. And not good things, not at all, but you are also feeling not so good things and it’s like both of you forgot how to speak for a while, him looking down at the ground and you looking straight into him, looking for something, anything, that would give you a sense of him feeling the slightest remorse for what he said.

“…what?”

“I said, god, you are so uptight,” Jisung chuckled and you don’t know why– there was nothing funny about this. Nothing to laugh at, unless he was laughing at you. “I went out. Got drunk. Did some stupid shit, and got hit. Things that normal people do, you know? It’s not my fault that you lock yourself in your apartment all weekend, Y/N– I try getting you to come to parties with me, I try getting you out, but you just say no to everything.”

It’s the slight humor in his voice that brings tears to your eyes. The frustrated frown that turned into a calm smirk, the devil-may-care look in his shiny eyes, the absolute nonchalant attitude– it all amounts to what feels like a slap on your face, full of ultimatum and reality.

“I am… I am normal,” Your arms cross over your chest, shoulders curling inwards as you looked away from him, doing all you can to simply… disappear. All you want at that moment is to disappear. “I’m not weird, or–“

“That’s not what I meant–“

“I’m normal!” You say a bit louder, and there is conviction behind your words, you just don’t know if it’s to try and convince him or yourself. “I’m normal, I’m just… I just prefer to stay in. Is that so bad?”

“No, Y/N, it’s not–“

“And I don’t say no to everything,” The more you talk the more sure you sound. “I actually never say no… at least not to you, Jisung. I always do what you want, and– and you just… I don’t– I mean, you should…”

“Y/N–”

“You shouldn’t take me for granted anymore.”

Jisung’s eyes go wide, mouth hung open as if you had said something so unimaginable that it personally offended him. And honestly? You might just have. The sudden pang of fear and guilt that takes over you, however, is expected and even welcomed, the possibility of losing him and the safety he provides you being too much of a risk you didn’t want to take.

“And just to prove it to you, we’re going out tomorrow.”

That was possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had, and the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done for him.

The place– a club you’ve heard about but never paid any attention to– was packed with people you somewhat knew, that you’ve seen around once or twice, and a few rare sightings of people from your own office, the wide smile and impressed looks they give Jisung making your skin crawl. But you are there and you might as well give it a shot, laughing when others do and taking a beer when someone offers. You dance when people ask you to, you listen when people talk, you flirt when people flirt– you do everything Jisung always says you are ‘missing’, and you hate every second of it. There’s a falseness to it, like you are tip-toeing a very thin line in between shallow friendship and inappropriateness, that makes you feel nauseous, and for a second, you blame the alcohol, getting up from the couch you sit on– arguably too close to this strange man– and setting off in search of the man you haven’t see in hours.

“For someone that wanted me to come to a party so badly,” You mumble, a bit dizzy as you walked around pushing through the crowd. “He did a pretty good job of disappearing in the first fucking hour.”

It bugged you a bit, the fact that you haven’t seen Jisung in hours, but for the hour that you did see him… god, he looked ethereal. Out there, in the dance floor, surrounded by people equally as glad to be there as he was, under the flashing, colorful lights… yeah, you didn’t know that guy. You’ve never seen or talked to that guy.

That man is not your Han Jisung.  

Never have you seen him laugh like that, so free and loud. The people around him laugh, too, although they don’t shine as brightly as he does; for fuck’s sake, no one can shine as brightly as he did in that moment, surrounded by people that demanded his attention, hungry and desperate for it, much like… much like you. Realization hits you like a brick, leaving you frozen and paralyzed in place as his eyes scanned the crowd, not sparing a second on you and landing on the giggling group to your right.

And that hurt. That hurt because you don’t have to look to know that you’ll never be like them– you’ll never have the courage to dress like them, or talk like them, or even have fun like them. You’ll always be… boring. Weird. Not normal. So you leave him be, for a couple of hours or so, until you can’t stand it anymore and you get to now, aimlessly looking for your best friend in a full club while fighting off grabby hands and wondering eyes.

How you find him, though, is the true last straw.

On a wall next to the bathrooms Jisung is leaning over a woman. You’re not really sure if she’s one of the giggly beautiful girls you’ve seen all night, but she’s giggling and she’s beautiful. First, you feel a tug on your heart as you see him whispering something in her ear; then, a silent gasp follows, surprised with just how quick he was to get his lips on hers; and when his hands started roaming around her body, those same hands that held yours through the night and to the ground, you turn around and make a bee line to the exit.

The ride home isn’t quiet just because the taxi driver makes a point of chatting all the way to your apartment, giving you a small smile once you pay him and turn on your heels, marching inside with no thoughts besides locking yourself at home for the remainder of the weekend. Your phone had died long ago so even if you wanted– you didn’t– you couldn’t text Jisung that you left the club and made it home. Would he notice? That you weren’t there anymore? That you left without a word? Admittedly on purpose, you don’t put it to charge before flopping on your bed, giving into pettiness all at once before closing your eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep, too tired to even cry at the burning pain of realization: he truly just doesn’t care.

———————

And once again, the banging on the door wakes you up.

But for the first time ever, you aren’t jolted awake. You aren’t scared, or anxious, or happy, or nervous. You are defeated. So much so, that it takes you a good ten minutes to make yourself even get up from bed, dragging your tired body downstairs. “Who is it…?” This is more out of spite than anything else, and it gives you a sense of satisfaction when you hear him huffing and puffing on the other side. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

It’s the rage in his voice that makes the alarm bells sound loud and clear in your mind, swinging the door and crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner. You have never seen Han Jisung like that, to be honest; usually, he is always laughing and smiling and his big shoulders are always down, you know? Always relaxed. But the man in front of you is angry– his face is red and shoulders are tense and the snarl on his lips makes you cower a little, taking steps back inside the house and curling your shoulders inward to create a shield of protection around yourself. The man in front of you scares you and that makes your skin crawl. The thought of Jisung scaring makes your skin crawl. 

“What do you want?” You ask, closing the door behind him once he marches inside your apartment, sitting on the couch with his head on his hands.

Is it just me or does… does he look defeated too?

“WHAT I WANT?” His head snaps up to look at you, eyes bloodshot and shaking hands. “I want you to fucking tell wha the hell were you fucking thinking, Y/N?”

“Wha-“

“Do you even know how long I was in there looking for you?” Jisung cried out, frowning, and his anger seemed to melt into worry and you frown with him. This isn’t how it was supposed to go– you were supposed to go to that stupid party and have some stupid fun and just be stupid. And there it is, that familiar sense of overall guilt that always seems to find you, one time or another, whenever you are talking to your friend. Friend… is this my friend?, you wonder, looking at him with wide, surprised eyes. “You disappeared! Who does that? And your phone? Off! Why the fuck was your phone off, Y/N?”

“Jisung, what are you going on about? You didn’t even stay with me in that stupid club,” You mumble, voice small and weak in embarrassment. The point is lost in between how needy you sound and how disappointed you are. “Yeah, well, the point was to have fun,” He shouts, getting up in a sudden movement, probably not even thinking about his words. But you do, and they hurt, and you notice how they hurt and you notice how the only things he’s been doing lately is hurt you. 

“…And you can’t do that with me?” 

There is a silence that follows, tense and out of place. And the he sighs… he fucking sighs and you nod, swallowing hard. 

“I see.”

“Y/N, it’s not like that,” Jisung mumbles, hand reaching out to grab yours, and it’s the fact that he’s on the couch– he’s on that damned couch, in the middle of the night, after a party reaching out for your hand, that has you flinching away.

“Don’t touch me,” Your voice comes out harsh and steady and for once, you’re actually proud of yourself. “I’m… tired. Yeah. You know where the door is. Please be gone when I wake up.”

“Y/N, no, wait–“ And when he grabs your arm, your stomach tightens in a way that makes you sure you’re about to vomit.

“I said don’t fucking touch me, Han!” You shout– you think this is the first time you actually shout at Jisung– pulling your arm back. And just like before, his touch set a fire in you, but unlike before, it’s not one that makes you smile and giggle in your bed; this time, this fire is burning and wild and it is threatening over you unless you do something. “What is wrong with you?! What is fucking wrong with you, Jisung, cause I don’t know but somehow, I’m in the middle of it and I’m tired! I’m tired of this back and forth, of this fucking mood switching, of this showing-up-drunk-in-my-doorsteps thing– I’m exhausted… have you maybe consider that’s why I stay at home on the weekends? Because I’m exhausted?”

“Y/N, that’s not–“

“And then you come here, all drunk and messed up, waking me at god fucking knows when, practically forcing me to sleep on the floor, and I’m– I don’t like it, okay?! I like weekday Han Jisung; I like the Han Jisung that comes over work to have lunch with me, and that likes going to the movies, and that makes a mean lunchbox, but fuck me, is weekend Han Jisung the price I have to pay for that? Cause weekend Han Jisung is an asshole that couldn’t give two shits about the things he says or the people he hurts. You dragged me to a party for what? To watch you make out with someone? To watch you chat to people? That’s… that’s not fun for me!”

“Then what is fun for you?” He shouted back, confused and clearly hurt too. “Sitting at home, watching re-run of old movies you’ve seen a thousand times? Sorry if I don’t like being stuck inside all day and want to see people!” “That’s not the problem, that’s– you’re not getting it, you’re not listening to me!” This time, there are tears in your eyes, and it is your sniffling that makes him gasp, pausing mid-sentence. “I… I feel… I feel like… like you don’t… like you don’t care, Jisung. Like you are my friend during the week just to be able to not be my friend during the weekend. It’s like, it’s like you don’t want to give up even though I–“ And you stop yourself, biting your lip and rubbing the tears that fall down your cheeks uncontrollably. 

“Even though you what?” He breathes out, eyes wide and watery too. He finally understands.

“Even though I have,” You whisper, looking at him with everything you felt, everything you though, shinning through your tears. “I uh… I like you. A lot. As a friend and as a person and… and as man, but Jisung, I’m tired. I’m tired of compromising, and sacrificing, and giving up, and I just… I’m done. It’s like whenever we’re together, I can’t be myself, because I’m scared you’ll be bored and leave, you know? My biggest fear was, well, is, my biggest fear is losing you, and somehow I think I lost myself and never noticed… and I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Jisung shrieked, sprinting up and you really want to tell him it’s a joke– you want to hug him and tell him it’s all a joke, but that would also mean you’d be admitting you are the joke and you are so, so, so tired of being the fucking joke.

“Stop pretending you don’t know,” You whisper, and every ounce of energy leaves your body as you mumble these next words, knees so weak that you have to crouch down. “Stop pretending you don’t know how I feel about you.”

“…Y/N, no, don’t do this–"

“It’s the truth, and I know you know,” You chuckled, sad and disappointed. “And I know, I mean, did you- you could, and… fuck, did you do it on purpose?”

It breaks your heart even more when he says nothing.

“For fuck’s sake, Jisung,” At this point, you are absolutely humiliated, hiding your face and tearful eyes behind your hands. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“It’s not like that,” Han sighed. “I just… I knew that if I said something, it would be the end of… of us, you know? Han and Y/N, done. You’re my best friend, Y/N, I can’t lose you, not forms something as–“

“If you say stupid I will lose my mind.”

“That’s not what I meant, it’s not– this makes no sense! So what? You like staying in and I like going out and–“

“And every time you go out I have to sacrifice my time to stay with you, and to hold your hand, and to sleep on the fucking floor! And you leave in the morning– you leave without making a fucking noise and you leave me on the floor, Jisung! On the ground! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I’m sorry… Y/N, I’m so sorry, I never thought–“

“Yeah, I fucking know!” Pushing yourself up, you decide that this is it; wiping your nose and rubbing your eyes, you stand on shaky legs and anxiety. “Cause you never think! For some reason, you want me to do all the thinking and you don’t think about anything else but the weekend, and I’m not a part of your life on the weekends, Jisung, I’m just not! And honestly? I don’t want to be!”

“Don’t do this, please Y/N,” This time he actually touches you. He grabs your hand, like he did many times before, and pulls you closer, and closer, and closer until he’s crying on your shoulder and you take a moment to even process that the wetness you feel soaking your shirt are his tears. He’s crying?, you think, incredulous. I didn’t even notice he was crying… what the fuck is he crying for?

You know what he’s crying for; he’s crying for the memories of years past, for the laughters and the cries and the accomplishments and for every single time you held his hand, looking at him with proud eyes and a wide smile that could make him believe he could conquer anything. And he’d look back at you with an equally wide smile, warm and full of hope, that made you believe that everything would be okay in the end. What happened to those kids? Technically, you did. You fell for your best friend and you put up with too much shit because you fell for your best friend, and as a result a ball of issues and problems amounted to this exact moment: you holding Jisung for one last time.

“You’ll always be my friend,” You sigh, petting his hair and crying a little more yourself. “You’ll always be my friend but I think I need to relearn how to be your friend. I just… I need to be okay, Ji, even if you leave. I need to be okay by myself.”

It took him a while, but Jisung eventually left your house. And you eventually fell asleep again. And he eventually stopped coming to your house on those ungodly hours that you hated so much. Sometimes he texts you, and you answer him with a smile on your face. It’s a different smile though, and it shows; it not inconsequential as it used to be, as weird as that sounds. Your smile is controlled and relaxed– relaxed, can you believe that?– and now, when you see Jisung for your scheduled weekly lunch, something you two decided to try and keep up for the sake of your renewed friendship, you don’t feel the need to laugh and nod at everything he says. You don’t feel that tightness in your heart when he leaves and you don’t look at your phone every five seconds when you tell him you got home. Now, you get home and the first thing you do is smile at your living room, happy to see that couch you once hated and even happier to throw yourself in it, turning the TV on and actually enjoying your weekends guilt free. And you think nothing had ever felt as good at that.

You still loved him, of course. And to not do that anymore would take some time still, but you know you’re on the right track. You know you are, and for you to know that about yourself… well, that’s all that mattered.

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hi lovelies!! can’t believe I managed to finish another fic! it feels like it’s been forever and I missed you all so, so much! I hope you like this, even though is Y/N focused and has almost no romance LOL I also felt like trash making han be an ass, but oh well! as always, let me know what you think >.< I’m slowly getting my creative juices back so your feedback means the world! thank you for the constant support as always, lovelies!

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♡⃕ ִ ࣪ ִ ﹗ seventeen’s hip hop unit as crushes

featuring seungcheol, wonwoo, mingyu + vernon.

seungcheol is the boy next door your parents have been trying to get you to date since he patched your scraped knees when you fell of your bike years ago. they go on and on about how he’s such a ‘handsome young man’, heads filled with white flowers and wedding bells, and you scrunch your nose up at the mere idea of even holding his hand. so what if he… was cute, laughed at your terrible jokes, and made your heart skip a beat when you turn to find him already looking at you? it wasn’t like you liked him or anything.

wonwoo is the boy you see frequent your local library often, peeking through the shelves to see him in his usual corner, nose buried deep into a new book each week. he’s quiet, voice low as he speak to the sweet librarian in a soft voice, and he offers you a soft smile each time you help him check his books out. you should be working, really. it’s what that sweet old lady is paying you for, but you just can’t help but observe him from a distance. little do you know he’s been trying to work up the courage to talk to you outside the comfort of books for a little over a month.

mingyu is the pretty boy who sits behind you in you class, pretty smile always evident when you greets you in the the morning with a wink and a gentle ask about your weekend. your heart jolts each time your fingers brush as your pass papers down your column, and you can’t help the giddiness in your chest when he whispers a soft good luck! before each test. despite his popularity, he always makes time to catch up with you, and a small part of him hopes you’ll take a chance with him when he awkwardly asks if you’re free sometime next weekend.

vernon is the best friend who’s seen you at your best and worst, your highest highs and lowest lows. he’s been with you through thick and thin, and you can’t imagine life without him. you’re one part of an inseparable duo, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. until one summer, he moves away, and comes back changed. you can’t put your finger on it, but you swear your heart didn’t used to stutter when he’d draw close or take your hand. something about him is different, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’ve grown up or because your heart is beginning to yearn for more.

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vernon; test drive | 01

summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and you’re for some reason there to help  pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, angst, tw—cheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; im still so oh so very sad over be the sun tour ending. i had such a great time and i miss vern so much, so i decided to write some sad!vern. would love to thank @theluttleprince​ for making this gorgeous banner with these scans. *this will be a very noncommittal drabble series, i know this isn’t the return many were expecting but pls be gentle with me—unedited unplanned and all around chaotic impulses, you know the drill! take care drink water and have a wonderful week! 

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seventeen, medical!au! ⋆ ﹕₊˚ vocal unit as medical specialties!

curious about the other units?  check out hip hop unit and performance unit!  content warning: hospital and other medical-related themes a/n: this little arc is finally done! thank you bunches to anyone who read any piece of this!

⋆ ﹕₊˚ jeonghan, anesthesiology ⋆ boy genius.  ⋆ literally said i'm going to choose a specialty that allows me to read and play games on company time while allowing me to make a difference in people's lives  ⋆ quick on his feet, crafty in the solutions he comes up with, the person you'd want in a serious medical emergency  ⋆ has no fear, is not afraid to tell the surgeons he works with that the music they play in their operating rooms SUCKS.  ⋆ surgical team still loves him though ⋆ medical students would be on their surgery block and see jeonghan watching tiktoks and playing puzzle games from behind the curtain and they're like ??? who is this guy ??? is he allowed in here ???  ⋆ one time seungcheol asked him to raise the patient's bed by a few inches and he just sat behind the curtain, made a whirring sound, and told seungcheol he was good to go  ⋆ i'm convinced he has a collection of cool scrub caps and is always walking around with a lollipop that he stole from pediatrician seokmin's office  ⋆ i initially wanted to place him in psychiatry because it's said often in interviews that the boys go to him for advice/to rant, but i wanted to go down a different path

⋆ ﹕₊˚ joshua, dermatology ⋆ here for a good time ⋆ have you seen this man's skin? IMMACULATE!  ⋆ the most relaxed attending you will ever see. rarely will you see him running around like a headless chicken  ⋆ is only as relaxed as he is because he's terrifyingly smart. he actually considered a lot of other specialties before deciding on dermatology because he was drawn to the quick results and immediate gratification that came with treatment  ⋆ carries a bottle/stick of sunscreen in his white coat at all times, will send the group chat reminders to reapply sunscreen every once in a while  ⋆ despite jeonghan's advice, he doesn't tell his patients that he's 60 years old in order for him to get more credibility with them  ⋆ tbh, i could see him going for plastic surgery if he didn't choose dermatology. i trust his eye for the aesthetics 

⋆ ﹕₊˚ jihoon, radiology ⋆ in a perfect world, jihoon would spend all his working days sitting in his dark office with his fancy monitors without anyone bothering him ⋆ but life isn't perfect. it's actually terribly UNFAIR AND OUT TO GET HIM ⋆ which is why the radiology department is the common meeting ground for all the other attendings  ⋆ it doesn't help that jihoon has a stocked mini fridge with snacks and drinks  ⋆ he has considered locking his door, but he knows that seungkwan is friends with all the staff (meaning he can finesse his way to a spare key), or they'd find a way to break his door down ⋆ and replacing a door sounds expensive ⋆ absolutely loses his mind when an x-ray comes in and all he has to go off of is 'pain'  ⋆ pain WHERE SOONYOUNG? SEUNGCHEOL? HELP! HIM! HELP! YOU! 

⋆ ﹕₊˚ seokmin, pediatrics ⋆ we all saw this coming, but that doesn't stop me from loving this concept so much  ⋆ if dermatologist joshua is the most relaxed attending, seokmin is the happiest one  ⋆ truly a child at heart. he and the kids spend their visits laughing and vibing with each other all day long  ⋆ he takes it really personally when any of the kids name the other doctors as their favorite ⋆ finds it is in his responsibility to work on the holidays, as he doesn't want any child to be celebrating it alone  ⋆ keeps candy and stickers in his white coat pocket at all times  ⋆ once woke up from a nap with med-peds doc junhui's hand in his pocket  ⋆ has claimed to have trust issues ever since then  ⋆ refuses to give vaccines, has tried to get anesthesiologist jeonghan to do it only to be told that it's 'above his pay grade' (jeonghan is a sucker for kids, too) 

⋆ ﹕₊˚ seungkwan, internal medicine ⋆ another well-rounded attending who knows a lot about every specialty ⋆ a coffee fiend. you'll rarely see him walking around the hospital without his americano  ⋆ if you do see him without one, please get him one  ⋆ for someone who is so busy, he knows all the tea. yep, all your darkest secrets are secured in a little box in his brain. i'd be scared too  ⋆ he uses this to his advantage when he needs things to get done because it isn't blackmail if the hospital is family  ⋆ although he does often complain that he's burdened by the knowledge of everyone's issues  ⋆ it's a regular occurrence to see him and emergency medicine doctor soonyoung arguing with each other. he's always telling soonyoung to STOP ADMITTING PATIENTS WHO DON'T NEED TO BE HERE  ⋆ heavily judges the students when he sees them thirsting over the other attendings... like please read a textbook, young one

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seventeen: as boyfriends

song recommendation: something in the orange by zach bryan

note: thank you for all the love on my last seventeen post 🫶🏻

seungcheol

very, very loving and protective.

messages you every night making sure you’ve ate and reminding you to go to sleep early for well needed rest.

he’ll walk on the side of the pavement closest to the road so you’re farthest from oncoming vehicles and makes sure to have a hold on you when crossing.

he’ll give you his coat when it’s cold out despite him shivering, caring much more for your welfare than his own. overall he’s a very giving boyfriend.

jeonghan

he’s a tease that cares deeply for you.

as a boyfriend he has a very warm heart, always having your best interests in mind and commits tender acts that you’re not even aware of.

though he may make comments that teeter on the edge of annoyance with his goading personality, you know he’s always joking.

when you’re ill he’ll be the type to scold you, “i told you you should’ve worn that scarf last night” while making a homemade tea remedy. he stays by your side the whole time, not caring if he catches the sickness, too.

joshua

literally the best boyfriend ever.

does all the stereotypical relationship acts but doesn’t care one bit that they’re deemed as cringy.

he’ll bring you flowers for no special occasion, buys matching items of clothing, takes pictures of you while staring at them lovingly and he definitely has you as his lock screen.

will be the type to have full blown conversations on the future even if you hadn’t been dating a full year. don’t be surprised if he has a ring picked out already.

jun

an affectionate mess.

he’s the type to both take your relationship seriously and also have a laugh; just letting it flow naturally.

will take you to dance with him late at night but doesn’t achieve anything because he’s too busy laughing on the ground with you.

will take you to every chinese restaurant in the area and shares very intimate parts of his life with you, the good and the bad.

hoshi

the cutest man to be in a relationship with.

you’re attached to his hip experiencing life at the fullest. of course one of your small adventures being a trip to the local zoo in support of his horanghae agenda.

he’s very affectionate - especially when drunk. he’ll always have a hand on you, either on your lower back when walking, squeezing your knee when sitting down or just outright holding your hand.

is another one to take pictures of you in every outfit and every occasion. he just says you look “too cute” for him not to have a whole folder dedicated to you.

wonwoo

a silent but devoted boyfriend.

it took him a lot of building up to say the words “i love you” but once he does, he can’t stop saying them. when you once pranked him by not replying, your heart practically broke by the lost, sad look on his face.

will leave you notes and messages for you to wake up and fall asleep to, some he’s too shy to say to you in person. every time he compliments you, a blush arises on his cheeks.

will teach you how to play his favourite games and watches movies with you late at night. he also loves giving you his hoodies because he simply melts at the sight of you in them.

woozi

he’s such boyfriend material honestly.

we all know, woozi would go crazy with songwriting with being in a relationship with you. arguably, his best songs would be about you ;)

let’s you stay in his studio to keep him company. even though you fall asleep every single time, just you being there calms him.

will buy you expensive gifts for anniversaries and little trinkets he thinks you would like on a random weekday. even though you argue he doesn’t need to, he loves seeing your face light up with a teddy he’s bought you or a bracelet that gleams on your wrist.

dokyeom

don’t settle unless you have a boyfriend like dokyeom.

cuddles you anywhere and everywhere, even though his favourite place admittedly is in bed, your head on his shoulder as he strokes a hand through your hair.

he so in tune with your emotions that he doesn’t realise that he laughs when you laugh, let’s a tear shed when you cry and so on. he likes to call himself your other half.

it’s his mission to kiss every inch of your body, he’s succeeded in all areas of your face so far. it was honestly quite shocking when he randomly kissed the tip of your nose without even a warning, a wide grin plastered on his face at the sight of yours.

mingyu

the most beautiful man as your boyfriend? sign me up.

does all typical boyfriend things. hugs you from behind, collects things from the highest shelf for you, goes on late drives with his hand on your thigh and much more.

cooks for you every chance he can get. he loves seeing your eyes widen at how his cooking skills can somehow improve every time.

you’ll be the type of couple to dance at 3am, singing heart wrenching lyrics at the top of your lungs with no focus in the world but each other.

minghao

the most calming relationship to exist.

whatever your personality may be, it’s impossible not to feel downright serenity when with minghao.

you’ll do many coupley-things together: meditation, yoga classes, stretching in the morning. you’ll always have small fits of giggles together between each move but you’ll still take the exercises seriously.

will read together late at night, or if you’re not a big reader he’ll narrate a book to you so you fall asleep. he’ll teach you chinese and also attempts for you to replicate at least one move in b-boying, but we all know that ends in the two of you laughing your hearts out.

seungkwan

having seungkwan as a boyfriend, you’re never bored.

he’ll be there for you through everything. not feeling great? he’s there cracking cringe-worthy jokes and embarrassing himself so you at least smile. feeling ill? he’ll cook up every remedy his mum taught him to make you feel the slightest bit better.

he sings you to sleep every chance he gets. whenever he’s caught up in seventeen’s schedules or his own variety show doings, he’ll message you a promise of helping you drift to sleep the next time he’s with you.

comes up with a new, innovative way of complimenting you every day. even if you’ve just woken up and haven’t even brushed your teeth yet.

vernon

a relationship filled with complete chill and zen.

you two have you’re own way of communicating with each other. when you meet eyes from across the room, you know exactly what the other is thinking.

won’t be the type of boyfriend to initiate skinship in public, but won’t leave you alone in private. his legs are always entwined with yours in bed, his arms wrap around your waist when cooking and so on.

will invite you over to his family home more often than necessary. his heart expands whenever he sees you interact with his sister like she was your own. he knew you were his partner for life from the first visit.

chan

a relationship filled to the brim with happiness.

he finds so much comfort in you that he thinks he relies on you too much. whenever he feels like this, he’ll set aside a day of doing everything for you: cooking, cleaning, even giving you a back massage.

like jun, he’ll take you to dance practice with him. he doesn’t get much work done, however, because if you’re lying down watching him, all he wants to do is lie next to you and cuddle you half to death.

will always be messaging you if he’s not with you. he’s either sending you updates on his hyung’s bickering, memes he found online or carat’s uplifting messages. his members know when he’s talking to you simply from this lovingly glazed look he gets in his eyes and a smile that refuses to leave his face.

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To All The Boys I've Loved Before - Secret Accounts

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To All The Boys I've Loved Before - Prologue: To All The Boys

6 crushes, 6 letters. Never to be sent, but rather to have. To confess without actually confessing.

Chwe Hansol. One of your best friends in elementary and middle school. At some points, it seemed like he was the only one who understood you, the only person you could relate to on so many levels. So, you found yourself growing fond of him very fast, and wrote him a letter. But he moved away after 8th grade, and you haven’t heard from him since.

Lee Heeseung. You only knew him for 8 weeks, since you met him at summer camp when you were twelve, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of the summer, so he got a letter as well. Even though you barely knew him, you would always remember his sweet voice and the air of coolness that always seemed to surround him.

Yang Jeongin. Your lab partner in the freshman year of high school. Technically, he’s the only boy you’ve confessed to since you realized within a couple of weeks of writing his letter that the two of you were better off as friends. You two ended up having a “crackhead” friendship for a couple years after that, where he would always make fun of you for that temporary crush, and you still keep in touch, although you drifted during senior year.

Choi Yeonjun. He sat across from you in math class during junior year. You never built up the confidence to speak more than a few words to him, but his confident aura and perfect lips gave you daydreaming material for the who semester, so you wrote a letter for him.

Han Jisung. Probably your biggest crush ever, lasting more than 3 years. You two had the same friend group in middle school: you, him, Christopher, and your other best friend at the time, Minji. He was your first kiss, it happened during a game of spin the bottle in 7th grade, and you thought about him constantly after that. But when your group got to high school, he and Minji gradually got more and more popular and they eventually started dating. By the time he moved after sophomore year, you two hadn’t spoken in over a year.

And of course, Christopher Bang, the boy who’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember. He’s the boy next door, quite literally since he’s lived in the house besides yours forever. Throughout everything, he’s supported you and been by your side. He’s been there for every birthday and every school year. He would threaten the people who would pick on you in school, even when it meant getting beat up by them. You had a massive crush on him in high school after Jisung left, so you wrote him a letter. And although your romantic feelings didn’t last very long back then, recently, you can’t help but wonder if they’ve found their way back into your brain.

6 letters for 6 crushes, never to be sent, but to always keep.

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If they have to pick one term to describe themselves with, Lee Yn would probably choose hopeless romantic-- the six letters in their bottom desk drawer would agree. For every crush they’ve had, Yn has written a letter confessing all of their feelings in detail, and then tucked it away in that drawer, never to be sent. 

Seems like a somewhat sad love life, right? Well, Yn’s younger sister Hyunseo thinks so-- which is why she comes up with the perfect plan to fix Yn’s love life! Perfect to her, at least. To Yn, the better term would be “the end of the world as they know it.” Especially since their best friend, Christopher has been making them feel all sorts of ways recently, and Han Jisung, their biggest middle school crush, is back in town.

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Idk why, but this is like the best drabble I've read in a VERY long time. Like, it's so cliche, but it's so good lol. Ig maybe I think that because I was out of the house for a few hours and my phone wouldn't load anything else so I literally read this over and over again like 12 times

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badboy!vernon x reader

requested: yes it was, sorry that it was not completely what you asked for i just could not find inspo but i did not want to ignore your request either

warnings: suggestive, cliche as hell

"what's this?" vernon asked you for what seems like the millionth time since being in your room, picking up yet another item from your desk and bringing it closer to his face.

"vernon." you groaned slightly, getting bored of his constant questions. in his defence it is the first time you have ever let him step foot into your room, he just wanted to look around.

"you have seen my room plenty of times, i'm just trying to look at yours." he smirks and you feel your cheeks heat up at what he was trying to say. rolling your eyes slightly, you walk up to him and take the small book out his hands and he takes that as his opportunity to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you waist.

"you have a pretty room, you should let me round more often." he mumbles into your neck, the slight vibrations slightly ticklish as you don't reply.

it's not that you did not want vernon round, if it was up to you he would never leave. you just knew that if your parents saw his black motorcycle along with the smell of smoke that always seemed to cling to his jacket, they would hit the roof.

that's why you stuck to spending time at his place instead of yours, you knew your father would not be warm and welcoming to the mischievous smile that you had quickly grown to love.

you were pulled out of your thoughts when vernon moves your hair from your neck, his cold hand sending shivers down your spine and closing your eyes when his lips soon find their way to your neck. you slowly sink into him, his arms caging you close to his body to stop you from falling when his fingers tease you by only his fingertips sliding past your pyjama shorts.

"v-vernon." you breathe out, head falling back onto his shoulder and you feel the way he smiles against your lips. he was always able to distract you, even just by looking at him you found yourself staring for just a little bit too long. he made you feel so much happier, showing you that sticking to the same old boring rules was never fun and the way he looked so good when he-

"we're home!" you hear your mother yell from downstairs, followed by the slam of the front door. it felt like someone had just poured a bucket of cold water over your head as you're quickly trying to scramble out of your boyfriends embrace.

"shit, shit, shit." a string of curses leaves your lips as you and vernon both frantically search around your room, soon enough you could hear those footsteps quickly approaching your room as you're shoving vernon under your bed in a frantic manor.

with your heart beating out of your chest, you sit on your bed and stick a smile on your lips, this genuinely has to be the worst thing you have ever done.