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𝘽𝘼𝘽 1
𝙅𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡 05.47 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞.
"𝙆𝘼𝙆 𝙉𝘼𝙔! 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙉! 𝙉𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙄 𝙏𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏!"
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙝.
𝘿𝙞 𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧, 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙪.
"...𝙇𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞..."
"𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙍𝘼 𝙋𝙐𝙏𝙍𝙄 𝙉𝘼𝙔𝘼𝙍!"
"𝙔𝘼 𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙐𝙉 𝙄𝘽𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐!"
𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙠!
𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙠-𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣.
"𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙖... 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙖... 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙖...."
𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙖𝙢.
"𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄 𝘼𝙆𝙐!"
𝙇𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣.
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖.
"𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙝, 𝘽𝙪!"
"𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪."
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙪?"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙠𝙪.
"..."
"𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖?"
"..."
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜.
"𝙇𝙪𝙥𝙖."
"𝙃𝙀𝙃𝙀..."
"𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙢𝙪?"
"𝙃𝙖𝙝?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙜."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙔𝘼 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙃!"
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙖 𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙥 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙞."
"𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚."
"𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙣𝙮𝙖."
"𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛..."
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙧.
"𝘿𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠."
"𝙄𝙗𝙪, 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩."
"𝘿𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠."
"𝙄𝙗𝙪..."
"𝘿𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠."
"...𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞.
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙧.
"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝, 𝘽𝙪."
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
"𝘽𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡."
"𝙎𝙞𝙖𝙥."
"𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙨."
"..."
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"..."
𝙆𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜.
"𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙞."
"𝘼𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙏𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪."
"𝙆𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣?"
"𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣."
"𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪?"
"𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣...."
𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙥 𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣.
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖.
"𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙍𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼!"
"𝙄𝙃 𝙔𝘼 𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙉𝙉!"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
"𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪..."
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜.
"𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞."
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪.
"𝙊𝙠𝙚! 𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧!"
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
"𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙞-𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖!"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙧.
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖.
𝙎𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖...
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜.
"..."
𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙞...
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩.
"𝙇𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣."
𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙢."
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪...
𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙡.
"𝙊𝙠𝙚! 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩!"
𝙄𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝.
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪...
𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙧.
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𝘿𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖.
𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖 𝙋𝙪𝙟𝙞.
𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙝.
𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙨.
𝙈𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧.
𝙋𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙟𝙪 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙜.
𝘿𝙞 𝙧𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣...
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪𝙣 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣.
"𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖."
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖.
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢?"
"𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞."
"𝙅𝙖𝙢?"
"00.17."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩."
"..."
"𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪."
𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙝.
"𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙆𝙖𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 "𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞."
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 "𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞-𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞."
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣.
𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣.
𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣.
"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞."
𝙄𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞.
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙋𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣."
"𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙠."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪.
𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧...
𝙄𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨.
"..."
𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡.
"𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞, 𝙉𝙤𝙣."
"𝙋𝙖𝙜𝙞."
𝙈𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙪.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧 𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖.
𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠-𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙧-𝙠𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣.
𝘼𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝘼𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞.
𝘼𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙠 𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙪.
"..."
"𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙪."
𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖."
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙘𝙖.
𝙒𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙢.
𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜-𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.
𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡...
𝙄𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝘼𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙞.
"𝙉𝘼𝙔𝙔𝙔𝙔𝙔!"
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙞.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨.
"𝙋𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙄𝙄𝙄!"
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙠?!"
"𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩!"
"𝙆𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩!"
"𝙃𝙀𝙃𝙀𝙃𝙀!"
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖.
𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜...
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙞.
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"𝙄𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢..."
"𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩."
"𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡.
𝙏𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢.
𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙚𝙩.
𝙀𝙠𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧.
𝙄𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙣.
𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞...
"𝙉𝘼𝙔𝙔𝙔𝙔𝙔!"
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙖.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙨.
"..."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞.
"𝙇𝘼𝙈𝘼 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙃."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞."
"𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣?"
"𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝."
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝘼𝙮𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞 𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙞."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙢𝙪."
"𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞𝙧."
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙧?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙊𝙠𝙚."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨.
"𝙃𝘼𝙃𝘼𝙃𝘼! 𝙆𝘼𝙈𝙐 𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙂!"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙨."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙩."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙩."
"𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙟𝙖."
"𝘽𝙚𝙙𝙖."
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙝 𝙮𝙖."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙮."
"𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣."
𝘿𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣...
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙠.
"𝘽-𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙖𝙠! 𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛!"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.
𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙩.
"𝙈-𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙛..."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙉𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧."
"..."
"𝙈𝙖𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞 𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙞."
"..."
"𝙇𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨.
"𝙇𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞-𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞."
"𝙄-𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙠!"
𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙧.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
"𝙏𝙪𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙣."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
"𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙖."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙨."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖!"
𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶...
𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘵.
𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘴.
𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵.
𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘢...
𝘐𝘵𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘱.
𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶...
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.
𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶...
𝘉𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪, 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 8...
𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘸𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘌𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘢, 𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮-𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘶, 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯.
𝘉𝘈𝘉 2
𝘎𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮
𝘗𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘭 04.30.
𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪.
𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢.
"...𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘪."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘌𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘶𝘬 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘯𝘺𝘢.
𝘐𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳.
𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯.
"𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘨."
𝘐𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪, 𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢.
𝘜𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘬.
𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨-𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘶.
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.
"𝘌𝘯𝘢𝘬..."
𝘛𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘶𝘳.
𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘬 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯.
𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯.
𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢.
𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘢.
𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯.
𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘬 𝘴𝘶𝘱.
𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵...
𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵.
𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪...
𝘚𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘯.
𝘛𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘪.
"𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘬..."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩.
"𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘪, 𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘩."
𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭.
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘩?"
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘬."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.
"𝘕𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘱𝘢-𝘢𝘱𝘢."
"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬."
𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘱 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪.
"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨."
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
𝘐𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬.
"𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘵..."
"𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘪, 𝘉𝘶."
"𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘪, 𝘚𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨."
𝘐𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘩.
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪?"
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘪..."
𝘐𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘴.
"𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘢."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.
"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯."
𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢.
𝘚𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵.
𝘚𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘯.
𝘐𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘯.
𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘶...
𝘐𝘢 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭.
𝘗𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘭 06.40.
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘢.
𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢.
𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯.
𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯.
𝘚𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩...
𝘉𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢.
"𝘠𝘶𝘮!"
"𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪."
"𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘪."
"𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪?"
"𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩."
"𝘠𝘶𝘮, 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘐𝘗𝘚 𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩?"
"𝘜𝘥𝘢𝘩."
"𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵?"
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.
"𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩."
"𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢."
"𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘠!"
𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪.
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭.
"𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯..."
𝘋𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴.
"𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪!"
"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢?"
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪?"
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘞𝘢𝘩..."
"𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨.
"𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶."
"𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪."
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘰."
𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘬.
"𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪."
"𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘪, 𝘉𝘶!"
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪.
𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪.
"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘮?"
𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯.
"𝘉𝘶, 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘪..."
𝘐𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢.
𝘉𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘬.
"𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩..."
"𝘗𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨."
𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢.
"𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩, 𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪."
"𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘉𝘶."
𝘑𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘵.
"𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪!"
𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘸𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪.
"𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘺𝘢."
"𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩."
"𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘬𝘶𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯."
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
𝘓𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯.
"𝘠𝘶𝘮."
"𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘬?"
"𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩."
"𝘠𝘶𝘮."
"𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪 𝘺𝘢."
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘠𝘶𝘮."
"𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳?"
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘠𝘶𝘮."
"𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘶?"
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
𝘚𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯.
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘫𝘢𝘶𝘩...
𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯.
"𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪."
𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘬.
"𝘐𝘺𝘢."
"𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩."
𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪.
𝘉𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪.
𝘚𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨.
𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘯...
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮.
𝘐𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘢.
𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰.
𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘪...
𝘐𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘫𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘬.
𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪.
𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢...
𝘐𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘫𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩.
"𝘞𝘢𝘩..."
𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘮.
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢?"
"𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵."
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘵."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘶.
"𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘪."
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𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘱.
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨.
𝘋𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘩 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭...
𝘐𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘪-𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘩.
"𝘏𝘦𝘩."
"𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘶?"
"𝘊𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵."
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳.
"𝘈-𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢..."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢.
"𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪."
𝘒𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩.
"𝘈𝘱𝘢?"
"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘢?"
"𝘉𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘶."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮.
"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘶, 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴?"
"𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪."
"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘶?"
𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘵.
"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨?"
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢.
𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘵.
𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢...
𝘒𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯.
"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘬𝘶𝘢𝘵..."
𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘱 𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯.
"𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘯𝘺𝘢."
𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘉𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶.
"𝘊𝘪𝘩."
"𝘈𝘺𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪."
𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘶.
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴.
"𝘒𝘢𝘬..."
"𝘜𝘥𝘢𝘩."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘯𝘺𝘢.
"𝘓𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢."
"𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩..."
"𝘓𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯."
"𝘐𝘺𝘢..."
𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘱 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘶.
𝘓𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢.
𝘐𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳...
𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘫𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘮 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭.
𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘱 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘴.
"𝘎𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬..."
"𝘗𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘶..."
"𝘚𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨-𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘢."
𝘽𝘼𝘽 3
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖
𝙋𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡 07.05.
𝙆𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝘼𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙.
"𝙒𝙊𝙄 𝙉𝘼𝙔!!"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙃𝘼𝘼𝙃? 𝘼𝙋𝘼?"
"𝙉𝙂𝙂𝘼𝙆 𝙐𝙎𝘼𝙃 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙆!"
"𝘼𝙆𝙐 𝙉𝙂𝙂𝘼𝙆 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙆!"
"..."
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪...
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖!!"
𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙖 𝙮𝙖."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖.
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙟𝙞𝙖𝙣."
"𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖."
𝘿𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨, 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩.
𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"𝘽𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙨..."
𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙞-𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙥.
"𝘼-𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙨..."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝."
𝙅𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩.
𝙄𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧.
𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞.
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙪..."
𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪.
"𝙀𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨?"
"𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝."
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙟𝙖𝙪𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙞.
"𝙉𝙞𝙝."
"𝘼𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙍𝙤𝙩𝙞."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖."
"𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖."
"𝙇𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠.
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙧."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖."
"𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚."
𝘼𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪.
"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙧.
"𝙉𝙖𝙝 𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙩."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙖."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙨."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖!"
𝘽𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞.
𝙋𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠.
"𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧."
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"..."
"𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙖."
"𝘼𝙥𝙖."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝘼𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪."
"𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧."
"𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪?"
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨.
"𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩."
"𝙊𝙠𝙚!"
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝘽𝙪."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣."
"𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛 𝘽𝙪..."
𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"..."
𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩.
𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙪, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
'𝙉𝙖𝙝... 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖.'
𝙅𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩.
"𝙉𝙖𝙮!"
"𝙃𝙢?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣?"
"𝙂𝘼𝙎!"
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝...
𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙠!
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪.
"𝘼𝙙𝙪𝙝..."
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙧, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙠.
"𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪."
"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙆𝙖𝙠."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪.
𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙩.
"𝙆𝙖𝙠... 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝..."
"𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙞-𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞...
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙪𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
"𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙖𝙟𝙖."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙮𝙖."
"𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖-𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝?"
"𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚-𝙠𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙠."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙩.
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖! 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙖𝙣? 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢?"
"𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙢."
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝘿𝙞 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙅𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡 17.20.
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤.
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪-𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙟𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣-𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧.
𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖...
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝...
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙅𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖.
"𝙔𝙪𝙢!"
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧.
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙧.
"𝙄𝙗𝙪!"
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝘼𝙮𝙤, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙏𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙠."
"𝙍𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙣?"
"𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣."
"𝙎𝙤𝙩𝙤?"
"𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣."
"𝘽𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙥!"
𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
"𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡.
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩.
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"𝙏𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖?"
"𝙅𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪."
"𝙒𝙖𝙝!"
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙡.
"𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙩."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙪.
"𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙮."
"𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜."
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙪.
𝙈𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙪.
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙟𝙖𝙪𝙝 𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖...
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙞.
"𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠."
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙚𝙩.
"𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙞."
"𝙎𝙞𝙖𝙥."
𝙈𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣.
𝘿𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙝...
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙄𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧...
𝘽𝙖𝙝𝙬𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖.
"𝘼𝙔𝘼𝙃!"
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙖.
𝘽𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙆!!
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙖.
"𝙋𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣!!"
𝘽𝙍𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆!!
𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖.
𝙆𝙖𝙘𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝.
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞!"
𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪...
𝙂𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥.
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣.
"..."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙩-𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙝.
𝘽𝙖𝙪 𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙩.
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙨.
"...𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩...?"
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙠𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧?"
"...𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝?"
"..."
"𝙄𝙗𝙪?"
𝘿𝙤𝙠𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙠.
"𝘿𝙤𝙠..."
"𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖?"
"..."
"𝙄𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪?"
𝘿𝙤𝙠𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙠.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙝𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙣."
"..."
"..."
"𝘿𝙪𝙖-𝙙𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙠𝙖𝙣."
𝘿𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧.
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣.
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙣.
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"...𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜..."
𝘼𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖...
𝙂𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧-𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙝.
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩, 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙧.
𝙎𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣,
"𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡."
"𝘽𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪?"
"𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙥."
"𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞... 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙧."
𝙈𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠 𝙝𝙪𝙟𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞.
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