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“𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾?”

𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾.

“𝖲𝗂𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇,” 𝖫𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗉.

𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋. “𝖲𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. “𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌.”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺’𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌. “𝖠 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽?”

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 — 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍.

“𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.”

“𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀.”

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖫𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌. “𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖾.”

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𝖡𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌. 𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖤𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾’𝗌 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗄.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗄 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾 — 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 — 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖠 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 — 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾,” 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖫𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 — 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽.

“𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾?” 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

“𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾. “𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈.”

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“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍?”

“𝖡𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆.”

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌—”

“—𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇. “𝖣𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. “𝖶𝗁𝗒?”

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌. “𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈.”

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 “𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾?”

“𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍.”

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆.𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖾.”

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 — 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌.

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𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇.𝖤𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒.𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇,𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋.𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋.

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