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𝗛𝘂𝗷𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗷𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗶.
𝗦𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝘂𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗷𝗮𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂.
𝗥𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗵 𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮...
𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶.
𝗝𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗹 𝟬𝟰.𝟰𝟱.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗸𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗶𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗸 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮.
𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗺.
"..."
𝗜𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿.
𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗳𝗼𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹 𝗱𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮.
𝗗𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗻𝘆𝗮...
𝗔𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"𝗣𝗮𝗴𝗶, 𝗬𝗮𝗵..."
"𝗣𝗮𝗴𝗶, 𝗕𝘂..."
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘀.
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗸 𝗹𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵.
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𝗗𝗮𝗽𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗸 𝗻𝗮𝘀𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮.
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗶𝗮𝗽𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗹.
𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗶, 𝗶𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘂𝗰𝗶 𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗮,
"𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗸."
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗵.
𝗥𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘂...
𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗶.
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𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵...
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗷𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗵 𝗯𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻.
"𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶."
"𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗢𝗺."
"𝗖𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗸𝘂𝗮𝘁."
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿-𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗵."
"𝗔𝗻𝗲𝗵?"
"𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘂-𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝗱𝗶 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗶."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂."
"𝗗𝗮𝗻..."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗵 𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗴."
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗸.
𝗜𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂...
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗻.
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂...
𝗜𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗷𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻.
𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗸.
𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂.
𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗸 𝗸𝗲 𝗸𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿.
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗰𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗿."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻."
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹.
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𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮...
𝗜𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮.
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂.
𝗠𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗮𝗵 𝗸𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮, 𝗞𝗮𝗸."
"𝗣𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗮."
"𝗦𝗶𝗮𝗽."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻.
"𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵."
𝗜𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘂𝗰𝗶 𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀, 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗵𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮, 𝗯𝗮𝗵𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗸?"
𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝗸𝗮𝗳𝗲.
"𝗖𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗸."
"𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶..."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗿 𝗸𝗲𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵."
𝗣𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝗸𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮𝘀.
"𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝗶..."
"𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗽𝗮-𝗮𝗽𝗮."
"𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗸 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗶𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗽𝗻𝘆𝗮."
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𝗞𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗗𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵.
"𝗘𝗵..."
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝘀𝗶 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶."
"𝗣𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗮."
"𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗮."
"𝗚𝘂𝗿𝘂-𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀."
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗶 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗸.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗮-𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿.
𝗜𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮.
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂.
𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗿.
𝗦𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴...
𝗚𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗦𝗶𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗮𝗻?"
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗮𝗻...
𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂𝗸.
"𝗢𝗵..."
"𝗣𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗺."
𝗚𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
"𝗕𝗮𝗴𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶, 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶."
𝗝𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁.
𝗦𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗸𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝘀...
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗹.
𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗸.
𝗕𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴.
"..."
𝗜𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗸.
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘂.
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗵𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶.
"𝗬𝘂𝗺..."
"𝗜𝘁𝘂..."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗽𝗮-𝗮𝗽𝗮."
"𝗧𝗮𝗽𝗶..."
"𝗡𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗵."
𝗣𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗹...
𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗗𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀.
"𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮."
"𝗟𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮?"
"𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘀."
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮."
"𝗜𝗵 𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻."
𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗸𝗮𝘁.
"𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝘂𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸 𝘆𝗮."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴.
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗻."
"𝗖𝗶𝗵."
𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗵𝘂 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶.
𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗸.
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝘂-𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗷𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗵.
𝗦𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗵 𝗸𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁.
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻...
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗸.
𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂.
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵.
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘀.
"𝗠𝗮𝗮𝗳 𝘆𝗮..."
𝘂𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂 𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗴.
"..."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗸𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗮𝗳?"
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘀.
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗮𝗸𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵..."
"𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴."
𝗜𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶.
𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴-𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶.
𝗗𝗶 𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻.
𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘂𝗽 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝘁𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻.
𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿.
𝗧𝗮𝗽𝗶 𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘁.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻.
𝗗𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹.
> "𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗔𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗯𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗮𝗱𝗮, 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗵𝗸𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗶...
𝗔𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗷𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗶𝗵 𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘂 𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘀.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘀.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻.
𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺-𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝘁𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂.
𝗗𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶...
𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵, 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺.
𝗢𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗸.
𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁.
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶.
𝗕𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗺𝘂.
𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗱𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮...
𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶.
𝘽𝘼𝘽 5
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙉𝙖𝙮, 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩."
𝙋𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡 06.55.
𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝘼𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪.
"𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞, 𝙉𝙤𝙣."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙇𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙋𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙣.
𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞.
𝙏𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙞.
𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧.
𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝...
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖..."
"𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩."
"𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙠 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙮𝙖."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨?"
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝙉𝙖𝙝 𝙞𝙩𝙪! 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙩."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣...
𝙄𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙞.
'𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙞.'
𝘿𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖.
𝙎𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠.
𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙩 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞.
𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩...
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩.
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖..."
"..."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨?"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧.
𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜.
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖?"
𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝, 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣?"
"𝙃𝙖𝙝?"
"𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙢."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞."
"𝙊𝙝..."
𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨.
"𝙈𝙖-𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝."
"𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞...
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙚𝙠𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞.
𝘽𝙍𝘼𝘼𝙆!
𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨.
"𝙎𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙏 𝙋𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙄𝙄𝙄𝙄!"
𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙖.
"𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙍𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼!!"
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖! 𝙋𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖!"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙠.
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"..."
"𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙖."
"..."
"𝙉𝙞𝙝."
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪."
"𝙈𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙇𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡."
"𝘽𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙠."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
"𝙔𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝."
"𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠.
"..."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙣𝙮𝙖."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙝."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞."
"..."
"𝙊𝙠𝙚."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙔𝙀𝙎!"
𝙅𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝘽𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞.
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙪𝙖."
𝙎𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩.
"𝙉𝙖𝙮!"
"𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙪!"
"𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖!"
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠, 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙪!"
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜.
"𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝘽𝙪?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖."
"𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚."
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙠.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.
"..."
"..."
"𝙇𝙖𝙝 𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖."
"𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙖."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝘾𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙣.
𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙟𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪.
𝙆𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩.
𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖...
𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙩.
"𝙒𝙖𝙝, 𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞."
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙞𝙣."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜.
"𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"..."
"𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣."
𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙞..."
𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞...
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧-𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙪."
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙪?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜-𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖."
"𝙆𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙮𝙖."
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜?"
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙝."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖."
𝙅𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩.
𝘿𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙤.
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪𝙠 𝙢𝙞 𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙢.
𝙀𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙝.
𝙋𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙍𝙤𝙩𝙞.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨?"
"𝘽𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙠𝙪."
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣?"
"𝙇𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜?"
"𝙋𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙮𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙧."
"..."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙜?"
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙨.
"𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣."
"𝘼𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪..."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖?"
"..."
"𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙨."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙩."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙠.
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖... 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙠... 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙠..."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙖-𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖.
"𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝, 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙖."
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙪."
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙨𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙞."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖!"
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙖?!"
"𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙡."
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𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨...
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙀𝙝."
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"..."
"𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧-𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙟𝙖𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙢."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙝.
𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣.
"𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠."
"𝘽𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙠 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩?"
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙜."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣."
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙒𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙝.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜?"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙧𝙤𝙠.
𝙀𝙠𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧.
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙧."
"𝙉𝙜𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙚𝙜𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙣𝙮𝙖..."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"...𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙞."
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
"𝙃𝘼𝙃𝘼—"
𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙡.
"𝙈𝙖𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞?"
𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩...
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙐𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙮𝙖, 𝙆𝙖𝙠."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨."
"𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝."
𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙞...
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙖."
"𝙃𝙢?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠-𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
"𝘽𝙞𝙨𝙖."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠?"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠.
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠..."
"𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙠."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.
𝙄𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪.
𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧 𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣.
𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
"𝙔𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙪?"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣."
𝙎𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧.
"𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙔!"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠."
"𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚."
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪, 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙡 𝙙𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖. 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧, 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝘽𝘼𝘽 6
𝙇𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝘿𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣
𝙋𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡 18.45.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥.
𝙈𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖 𝙋𝙪𝙟𝙞.
𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣.
𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞...
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪.
"𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝙉𝙤𝙣."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗.
𝙄𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙨.
𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙝.
𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙥.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣...
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝.
𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖...
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞.
"𝙏𝙪𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪 𝙙𝙞 𝙧𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙝.
𝘿𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞...
𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣.
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙝 𝙧𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙇𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙪."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞."
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖...
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙜.
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝘽𝙐𝙆!
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙨.
𝘿𝙐𝙆!
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝.
"𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙩."
"𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙣..."
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞."
𝘽𝙐𝙆𝙆!
𝙋𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝙄𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙝.
"𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙣."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙜𝙞.
"..."
𝙄𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞.
"𝙐𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜."
𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙢.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞...
𝙉𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣.
𝙇𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙧.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩.
"𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞.
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙣,
"𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩?"
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣,
"𝙄𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙝."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙥.
"..."
𝙄𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖.
𝘼𝙩𝙖𝙪...
𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖.
𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙪.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙍𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙧.
𝙍𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝘿𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧.
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠.
𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧.
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖...
𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙞 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙠𝙖𝙣...
𝙆𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡.
𝙏𝙤𝙠...
𝙏𝙤𝙠...
𝙏𝙤𝙠...
𝙎𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪.
"𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠."
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩.
"𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙞..."
"𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧."
"𝘽𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜."
𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖.
"𝙇𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙥𝙖."
𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙋3𝙆.
"𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞?"
"..."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣...
𝙒𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙝.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙥𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙝.
"𝙉𝙤𝙣..."
"𝙃𝙢?"
"𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩?"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝙘𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖.
"..."
"𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩."
"𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖?"
"..."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪."
𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙩.
𝙄𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪...
𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙪𝙙 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝘿𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝.
"𝙉𝘼𝙔𝙔𝙔𝙔𝙔!"
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠.
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙪."
"𝘼𝙥𝙖."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙪.
"𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙖!"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"..."
𝙄𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙪.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖!"
"𝙆𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠.
"..."
"𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙪."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙣?"
"𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙠."
"𝙒𝙤𝙞!"
"𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙞!"
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙡."
"𝘿𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙨."
"𝘿𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙖."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖!"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣."
"𝘽𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨."
"..."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙆𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪𝙖𝙣."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪...
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪.
"..."
"𝙂𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖?"
"𝙀𝙣𝙖𝙠."
"𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙔𝙀𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙔!"
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩?"
"𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠."
𝙅𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩.
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙡 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙠."
"𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙩."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠 𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧."
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧...
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖.
𝙎𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞.
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞?"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧.
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙨?"
"𝙎𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙮𝙖..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖-𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙪.
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙖."
"𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙞."
𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝙄𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣.
𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙖..."
"𝙅𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙠."
"𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝..."
𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙪𝙝...
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
"𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙖..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
"𝘾𝙪𝙢𝙖..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙨.
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙖."
"𝙃𝙢?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙞."
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖...
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙖𝙣.
𝙄𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙣.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪...
𝙆𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙘𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
𝗕𝗔𝗕 𝟳
𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺
𝗣𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗹 𝟮𝟬.𝟭𝟴.
𝗥𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮 𝗡𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿...
𝗥𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁.
𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗽𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗮.
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮...
𝗗𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘂...
"𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗛𝗡𝗬𝗔 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗟𝗨 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗧𝗨!"
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗺𝗮.
"𝗔𝗸𝘂? 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻!"
"𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗽 𝗮𝗸𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵!"
𝗣𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴!
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗵.
𝗗𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶 𝗱𝘂𝗮...
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗸 𝗱𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗣𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗸.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗷𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗸 𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗮.
"..."
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮.
𝗕𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗮.
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿.
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗸!"
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗸!"
𝗔𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴.
"𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗽𝗮-𝗮𝗽𝗮..."
𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗶."
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻...
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮.
𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗸!
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗮.
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"..."
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻...
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗽 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗰𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘁-𝗰𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘁.
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝗽𝘂.
𝗧𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗵.
𝗥𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗸𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴.
𝗔𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵.
𝗜𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿.
𝗟𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗰𝗮.
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗸.
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂.
"𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗶-𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶, 𝗡𝗮𝘆..."
𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗸𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
𝗦𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿...
𝗦𝗿𝗲𝘁.
"𝗔𝗵..."
𝗝𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀.
𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗶𝘁.
𝗜𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘀.
"𝗟𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻."
"𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺."
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗸 𝗣𝟯𝗞 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗹𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
𝗦𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗶𝘁?"
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗮.
"𝗕𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝗜𝗯𝘂 𝗼𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶."
𝗜𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮.
...𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮.
𝗞𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗣𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗹 𝟬𝟲.𝟰𝟱.
"𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗜 𝗗𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗔𝗔𝗔!"
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵.
𝗜𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗶𝗵?"
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲, 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗿 𝗸𝗼𝗸."
𝗣𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗹...
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿-𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗹 𝗱𝘂𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶.
𝗔𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮.
"𝗣𝗮𝗴𝗶."
"𝗣𝗮𝗴𝗶, 𝗬𝗮𝗵!"
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗶 𝗮𝗽𝗮-𝗮𝗽𝗮.
𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮.
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵.
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗮.
𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝗻 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺.
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
𝗜𝗸𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸-𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸 𝘀𝗮𝗷𝗮.
𝗗𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵.
"𝗡𝗔𝗬𝗬𝗬𝗬𝗬!"
𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻-𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶.
"𝗣𝗮𝗴𝗶!"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘁."
"𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴!"
"𝗔𝘆𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻!"
"𝗚𝗔𝗦!"
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮.
𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮.
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮.
𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝘂𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀...
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿.
"..."
𝗔𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗮.
"𝗡𝗮𝘆."
"𝗛𝗺?"
"𝗞𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶.
"𝗔𝗽𝗮, 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗮?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗷𝗮𝗺?"
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗸𝘂.
"𝗛𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗸."
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗸𝗼𝗸."
"𝗕𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴."
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸."
"𝗞𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗺𝘂."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗘𝗵?"
"𝗞𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗮?"
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲..."
"𝗡𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗺 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶?"
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮.
"..."
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗮."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗸𝗮𝗸𝘂.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗸𝗮."
"𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴."
"𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗺."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗯."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗸 𝗽𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗮..."
"𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗿."
"𝗞𝗼𝗸?"
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂."
"𝗞𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗿."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗧𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗺.
𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗮,
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘂 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮... 𝗮𝗸𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿."
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻...
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗿.
"𝗨𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗮𝗵!"
"𝗔𝘆𝗼 𝗸𝗲 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻!"
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿!"
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗶𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗷𝗮.
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗶𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮𝘀.
'𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝘆𝗮...'
'𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗮-𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝘂 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮.'
𝗝𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁.
𝗦𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮...
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻.
𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗼.
𝗥𝗼𝘁𝗶.
𝗣𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗘𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗵.
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻?"
"𝗛𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗸 𝗶𝘁𝘂."
"𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗶."
"𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗶 𝗮𝗽𝗮?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗵."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻."
"..."
𝗝𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗸.
"𝗦𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗵?"
"𝗛𝗺?"
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮.
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮.
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗿.
𝗧𝗮𝗽𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗵 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮...
𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻.
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶.
𝗜𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘂 𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮.
"𝗡𝗶𝗵."
"𝗕𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗸𝘂?"
"𝗛𝗺."
"𝗞𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗻?"
"𝗠𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗺."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲... 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵, 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗮."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
"𝗘𝗻𝗮𝗸!"
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗵 𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮.
𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗶𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮..."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻."
"𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗸𝘂."
𝗗𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮...
𝗗𝗶 𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂-𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗱𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵.
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶...
𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗱𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗮 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗷𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮𝗻.
𝗕𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗴...
