𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚

𝐁𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝟑 (𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭)

𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘶, 𝘬𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭.

𝘈𝘵𝘢𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭.

𝘖𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨-𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺.

𝘒𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘬-𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘶-𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢.

𝘉𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘱 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘮.

𝘚𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘺𝘢.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘢𝘩.

𝘉𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩.

𝘉𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪.

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩.

𝘉𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘬.

𝘓𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶.

𝘓𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘬𝘶𝘢𝘵.

𝘓𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳.

𝘓𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢-𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬-𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘫𝘢.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘺𝘢

𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢.

𝘈𝘵𝘢𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘺𝘢, 𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘯.

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴.

𝘑𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘪.

𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘶𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴.

𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢.

𝘈𝘵𝘢𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘬𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘯.

𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘶-𝘢𝘣𝘶.

𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘬-𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘬 𝘢𝘪𝘳.

𝘚𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘪.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵.

𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘬.

𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.

𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘨.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘩

𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩.

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶.

"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘵."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.

"𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶."

𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢.

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭."

𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢.

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯."

𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘩 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴.

𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘬.

𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘉𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘬𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯.

"𝘈𝘱𝘢?"

𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘶.

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪."

𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘱.

"𝘈𝘱𝘢?"

"𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪."

𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘯𝘺𝘢.

"𝘐𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘮."

"𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨."

𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘬.

𝘋𝘶𝘥𝘶𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘬𝘶.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘬.

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢?"

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘳.

𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘢-𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪.

𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘴.

"𝘕𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢-𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢."

"𝘛𝘶𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘯."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘶."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴."

"𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦."

𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢.

𝘚𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘱.

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬-𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘢𝘫𝘢."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮.

𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘩 𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪.

"𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩, 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘢."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢.

"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴, 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯."

"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶."

"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘩, 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩.

𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘵.

"𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢."

𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘯𝘺𝘢.

"𝘕𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘩."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢.

"𝘚𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘯."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢

𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣 𝘢𝘱𝘢.

𝘈𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭.

𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘱𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘸𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘢.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘢.

𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯,

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘶 𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘯."

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯.

"𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪."

"𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪."

"𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮."

𝘚𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭.

"𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢..."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪.

𝘒𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯.

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘫𝘢𝘶𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵."

𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘳.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘩.

𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘩.

𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘫𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘯-𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘯.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘶."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯."

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘬𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢..."

𝘚𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘩.

"...𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪."

𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣.

𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘯.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢

𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘯-𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶.

𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩.

𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴

𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯.

𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘪.

𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘩.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶

𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘫𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘩.

𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘮-𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮.

𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘬.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘶.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘩.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢

𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘶𝘩.

𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘬 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘶.

𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩.

𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢.

𝘞𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘨.

𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘨.

𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪.

"𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘬𝘶."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘯."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴.

𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘰."

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘰."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘢𝘯.

"𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳."

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘯𝘺𝘢.

𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶

𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.

𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.

𝘏𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨.

𝘓𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵.

𝘓𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯.

𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘯.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘶."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘢-𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘢.

𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩.

𝘐𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘬 𝘨𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘱.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯.

"𝘋𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯."

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪?"

𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢.

"𝘐𝘺𝘢."

"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢?"

"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯."

𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪?"

𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢.

"𝘒𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯?"

"𝘐𝘺𝘢."

𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘬.

"𝘋𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯."

"𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶?"

𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘶.

"𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘩."

"𝘏𝘦𝘪."

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢.

"𝘐𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘫𝘪𝘢𝘯."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳

𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪.

𝘋𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘩.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢.

𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢.

"𝘞𝘰𝘺."

𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘢-𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘬𝘬𝘶.

"𝘈𝘱𝘢?"

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬?"

"𝘛𝘢𝘩𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢?"

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘵.

"𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩?"

"𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶."

𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘩.

"𝘈𝘥𝘶𝘩."

"𝘈𝘥𝘶𝘩."

"𝘈𝘥𝘶𝘩."

𝘐𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘺𝘢.

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘉𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢

𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵.

𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵.

𝘚𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘩 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘶.

𝘉𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶.

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪.

𝘛𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪.

𝘜𝘫𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨.

𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪.

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘪-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘶.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢.

𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳.

𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘵.

𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬-𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘫𝘢.

𝘒𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘢.

𝘒𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪.

𝘒𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘢.

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘯.

𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢.

𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘸𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘢

𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢.

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘩.

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘵.

𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘶𝘬 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪.

𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯.

𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯.

𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘢𝘯.

"𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘩 𝘺𝘢."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢.

"𝘈𝘱𝘢?"

𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘶.

"𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘪."

"𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢?"

"𝘋𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢."

"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴."

"𝘐𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢."

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.

𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.

"𝘓𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯?"

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢.

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶."

𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘬.

𝘐𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮.

𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘬.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢.

𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯.

𝘔𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘴.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯.

𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢.

𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘪.

𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘱.

𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶.

𝘎𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘎𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪.

𝘎𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘸𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨

𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪.

𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯.

𝘋𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘬.

𝘈𝘥𝘢 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘩.

𝘈𝘥𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢-𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘪.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘶.

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘶𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨

𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.

𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪.

𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪.

"𝘠𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨."

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶.

"𝘠𝘶𝘬."

𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘬𝘶—

𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘯.

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘨.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯.

𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘭.

𝘈𝘱𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢

𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯.

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𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵.

𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘢.

𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳.

𝘒𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳.

𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵.

𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨-𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘶𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢.

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢.

𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨-𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨.