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𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚒. 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚊.

𝚂𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒.

𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐.

"𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝙳𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊," 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝚄𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞, 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊?" 𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒, 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚊?" 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚖𝚞?" 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊? 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒---"

"𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛-𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞... ? 𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚞?"

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𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚛, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚞.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊?"

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔. 𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚖𝚞 𝚒𝚝𝚞." 𝚄𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔.

𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚊. 𝙻𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛, 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐." 𝙳𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗.

"𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋, 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊. 𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒," 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚋𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊.

"𝙱𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚞, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊, 𝙽𝚊𝚔." 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝚂𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒, 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒. 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝚑𝚖𝚖!" 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐.

"𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊." 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒. 𝙻𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊? 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊?" 𝙶𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝙿𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚝-𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚔. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗? 𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚔𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊? 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚔𝚞." 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙰𝚍𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒?"

"𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚎𝚐𝚘, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒. 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚊𝚏. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚑."

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚑.

"𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊... 𝙰𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞, 𝙽𝚊𝚔!" 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚋𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚞.

"𝙼𝚊...𝙿𝚊, 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞, 𝚢𝚊. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝."

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚣𝚒𝚖. 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗, 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊.

"𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚒-𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚢𝚊, 𝙽𝚊𝚔!" 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚜

"𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚔 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛, 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗.

"𝙸𝚢𝚊, 𝙼𝚊𝚜. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚢𝚊.

𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊.

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𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚊 𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚞.

𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊.

𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜. 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖, 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚐.

"𝙷𝚊𝚒, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐!"

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.

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𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊, 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊

"𝚉-𝚉𝚊-𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚊...?"

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚒-𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛.

𝙿𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙-𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙.

"𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚞. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚞, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚞. 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚞, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜!"

𝙶𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝙰𝚍𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊, 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊. 𝙰𝚍𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜.

"𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊...."

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