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"𝙱?" 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊. 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒.

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞. 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊.

"𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚑?" 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚑. "𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚃𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗?"

𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚙𝚒. 𝚂𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒. 𝚃𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝.

𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗.

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚝. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞? 𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒? 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐.

"𝙰𝚛, 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚆𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒.

"𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝙼𝚋𝚊𝚔. 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜.

"𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙲𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝. 𝙱𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝙲𝚄. 𝙼𝚋𝚊𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚆𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝚂𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚞.

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜. "𝙼𝚋𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚆𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞.

𝚂𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚆𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙿𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚑, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝙲𝚄. 𝙳𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒.

"𝙱𝚞," 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.

𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒. 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒.

"𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚑. 𝚁𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗.

𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑. 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜.

"𝙱𝚞 ...."

"𝙺𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚜. 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝚁𝚒," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚑. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚞, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗.

"𝙱𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔-𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊. 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚛. 𝙳𝚞𝚕𝚞, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗. "𝙺𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚒."

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞, 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗.

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔-𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞.

"𝚈𝚊, 𝚃𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗." 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚞, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜.

"𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝙱𝚞. 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚊, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒.

𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛. 𝚁𝚊𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚊.

𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚜𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝙲𝚄. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗.

𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔, 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊. 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞.

"𝙱𝚞 ...." 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊. "𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 ...." 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚊.

𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒. 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚞𝚊𝚗. 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒.

𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚑 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕.

𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑-𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚔𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜.

𝙿𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚒. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒.

"𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊.

"𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑, 𝙿𝚊𝚔," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙿𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞. 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚒?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛.

"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞. 𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚔. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 ...." 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑.

"𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊."

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚔𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐.

"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞. 𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.

"𝙿𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔-𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗. "𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚗."

𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚒. "𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞, 𝙱𝚞. 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊-𝚊𝚙𝚊, 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚗.

𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑. 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜.

𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. "𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑, 𝙽𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊."

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕. 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚞. 𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖-𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖. "𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒," 𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗.

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗. 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚊𝚗.

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

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𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛. 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛.

"𝙼𝚋𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚒. 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚔-𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚆𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒. "𝚁𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊."