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𝗕𝗔𝗕 𝟴
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗸, 𝗜𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁."
𝗕𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶.
"𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗚! 𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗚! 𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗚!"
"𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗡𝗡!!"
𝗦𝗲𝗸𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗮𝗵 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗵.
"𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮!"
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗔𝘆𝗼!"
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸."
"𝗔𝘆𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗵."
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗽 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘂."
"𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗢𝗸𝗲."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"..."
"𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶?"
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂?"
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶?"
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘂."
"𝗞𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗵."
"..."
"𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮?"
"𝗦𝗼𝗮𝗹𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗸𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿.
"𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗳."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲."
"𝗟𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗸."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲."
"𝗡𝘆𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘁.
"𝗔𝘆𝗼."
"𝗬𝗘𝗦!"
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗿.
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗸𝘂."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿."
𝗞𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗵.
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻.
"𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗼..."
"𝗠𝗶 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗺..."
"𝗘𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗵..."
"𝗣𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴..."
"𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘀..."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗲𝗸𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶.
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝗯𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴?"
"𝗕𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗸𝘂."
"..."
"𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗺𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻?"
"𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗿𝗶."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻."
"𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮?"
"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗮-𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀.
"𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮!"
𝗦𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗸...
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗷𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗵𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮.
𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗸.
"𝗘𝗵."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁."
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗮𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗵.
𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸?"
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻.
"𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿."
"𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗸."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗻𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗵?"
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸."
"𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀?"
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗮."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴?"
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗸 𝗿𝗶𝗯𝘂𝘁."
"𝗧𝗮𝗽𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗻..."
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗹𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂.
"...𝗮𝗸𝘂 𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮."
𝗧𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿-𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻.
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵.
𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻.
"𝗠𝗮𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻?"
"𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸."
"𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻?"
"𝗠𝘂𝗸𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻."
"𝗞𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗷𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮."
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮.
"𝗣𝗳𝗳𝘁..."
"𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔!"
𝗪𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗵.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂!"
𝗕𝗮𝗿𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗷𝗮 𝗶𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝘂...
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗵.
"𝗨𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘆𝗮, 𝗞𝗮𝗸."
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘂 𝗿𝗶𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻."
"𝗟𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻..."
𝗜𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗿.
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗸 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿, 𝗮𝗸𝘂 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗼."
𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗴.
"𝗛𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺."
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂...
"𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮!"
𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮.
𝗕𝗮𝗵𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗵.
"𝗖𝗶𝗵."
𝗜𝗮 𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶.
𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹...
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂..."
"𝗛𝗺?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗼..."
"𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗶."
"𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮!"
𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗸.
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗽.
"𝗘𝗻𝗮𝗸..."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝗲𝗵.
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻?"
"𝗡𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶."
"𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗮."
"𝗛𝗺?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸?"
"𝗔𝗽𝗮."
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻."
"𝗧𝗮𝘂."
"𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀?"
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮."
"𝗞𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮."
"..."
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗼𝘁?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗺."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲."
𝗨𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁...
𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺.
𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗸 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻.
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗧𝗶𝗯𝗮-𝘁𝗶𝗯𝗮...
"𝗡𝗮𝘆."
"𝗛𝗺?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂..."
"𝗞𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿-𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻?"
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗸 𝗱𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶.
"𝗛𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗞𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻."
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗸𝗼𝗸."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴."
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸?"
"𝗔𝗽𝗮?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴..."
"...𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗶𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗿."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗸𝘂.
𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗸 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂.
𝗕𝗮𝗵𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗸𝗮."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
"𝗧𝗮𝗽𝗶..."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗸𝘂𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗯.
𝗜𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮.
"𝗘𝗵!"
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗸𝘂."
"𝗕𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻."
"𝗕𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗮?"
"𝗨𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗷𝘂𝗷𝘂𝗿."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹.
"𝗛𝗲𝗵𝗲..."
"𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝘆𝗮."
"𝗛𝗺."
"𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗮."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮..."
"...𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗮 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗮."
"𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴..."
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮.
"...𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝘂 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺.
𝗨𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁...
𝗗𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁.
𝗠𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗶𝗻...
𝗜𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮.
𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘂𝗿.
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺.
𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶.
𝗕𝗲𝗹 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶.
"𝗡𝗮𝘆."
"𝗛𝗺?"
"𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗶-𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮."
𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗵 𝗱𝗶 𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵.
𝗠𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮 𝗣𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵.
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗷𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂...
𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶, 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗮 𝘁𝘂𝗷𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻.
𝗗𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶 𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻...
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗘𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗽 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘀.
"𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗶..."
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗶 𝘂𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻.
𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗸 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂.
𝗧𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮...
𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶-𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗸𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"𝗟𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘆𝗮..."
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗻, 𝗶𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮.
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶...
𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗶𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗸𝗮𝘁.
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𝗗𝘂𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂.
𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝘂𝗷𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗶.
𝗝𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗹 𝟬𝟱.𝟭𝟬.
𝗥𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶.
𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸...
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮, 𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗷𝘂 𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘂𝗿.
𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁.
𝗦𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶.
𝗜𝘁𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗶.
𝗗𝗶 𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗽𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗮𝗵 𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗵.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻.
"𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗘𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗿𝗮."
"𝗠𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘂, 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶 𝗦𝗠𝗣 𝗔𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝟴.𝟬."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗰𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮.
"..."
𝗔𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮...
𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮.
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗽 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗱𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗸𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗮.
"𝗔𝘆𝗮𝗵... 𝗕𝘂..."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘆𝗮."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸-𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸 𝗮𝗷𝗮."
𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗽𝘂𝗻...
𝗝𝗮𝘂𝗵 𝗱𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮...
𝗜𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝘆𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻.
𝗣𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗹 𝟬𝟲.𝟯𝟬.
𝗗𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂.
"𝗢𝗺."
𝗣𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗵.
"𝗛𝗺?"
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵."
"𝗢𝗵..."
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
"𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗮."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹.
"𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗵."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗵."
"𝗦𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗶𝘁."
"𝗧𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁?"
"...𝗟𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻."
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮?"
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘀.
"𝗬𝗮..."
"𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗴𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗰𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻."
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺.
𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘂...
𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗸.
"𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮?"
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗮𝗽𝗮-𝗮𝗽𝗮..."
"𝗖𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
𝗣𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗹...
𝗜𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂.
𝗞𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗿...
𝗜𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮.
𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮.
𝗕𝗲𝗹 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶.
𝗚𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀.
"𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸-𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸."
"𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮."
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗵 𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶.
"𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵."
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗸𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝘆𝗮."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
"𝗡𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻...
𝗗𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝘂𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀.
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀.
"𝗔𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮."
"𝗚𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸 𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘀."
"𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗝𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀.
𝗧𝗮𝗽𝗶...
𝗜𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗸 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗮𝘀.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘀.
𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘆𝘂𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗦𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗶 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗵...
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝘂.
𝗟𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗼𝗽.
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿.
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗽.
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗼.
𝗕𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻.
𝗟𝗮𝗹𝘂...
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗮𝗵 𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹.
𝗗𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗽𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗮𝗵 𝗽𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶.
𝗣𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗵 𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗕𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻."
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗺 𝗽𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁.
𝗔𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗷𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
"..."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗻..."
𝗨𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂...
𝗜𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮.
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿.
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗶𝘁𝘂...
𝗗𝗶 𝗦𝗠𝗣 𝗔𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮.
"𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗔!!"
𝗦𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗺𝗮.
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸?!"
"𝗔𝗽𝗮."
"𝗞𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗲𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘂!"
"..."
"𝗛𝗺."
"𝗖𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗵𝗺?"
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻?"
"𝗡𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸."
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘂?"
"𝗦𝘆𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗿."
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻?"
"𝗬𝗮 𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵."
"𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗶𝗵 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝘂?"
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗶."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘁.
"𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮!"
"𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗮𝗮..."
"𝗞𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝘁𝘂𝗵 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗷𝗮."
"𝗔𝗸𝘂 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝘂."
"𝗜𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝘆𝗮."
𝗦𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗷𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀...
𝗕𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮.
"𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸?"
"𝗞𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻."
"𝗞𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿."
"𝗪𝗮𝗵..."
"𝗣𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗵.
"𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗴𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗸."
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂.
"𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗴𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗸."
𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮.
"𝗠𝗮𝗸𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗺𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗸𝘂?"
"𝗜𝘆𝗮."
"𝗪𝗼𝗶!"
"𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮!"
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘀.
𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘀.
𝗡𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗻𝘆𝗮.
"𝗡𝗮𝗵!"
"𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺 𝗸𝗮𝗻."
"𝗜𝘁𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗸𝘀."
"𝗕𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴."
𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶.
𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗻𝘆𝗮.
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶.
𝗧𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗽.
𝗜𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝘂𝗸 𝗱𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿.
𝗠𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗰𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮.
"𝗦𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘂..."
"𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗴𝗮..."
"...𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗮𝗸𝘂 𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻."
𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻.
𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘆𝗮...
𝗜𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗽.
𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮...
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗽...
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗿 𝗸𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘄𝗮.
𝗗𝗶 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗮, 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗶 𝘀𝗸𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸-𝗻𝘆𝗮, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗯𝘂𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻.
𝗧𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂...
𝗕𝗮𝗵𝘄𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗸 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗶...
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮 𝟭𝟮 𝘁𝗮𝗵𝘂𝗻 (𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗸 𝗸𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝟴) 𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮.
𝗚𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴.
𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗹𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘆𝘂𝗺.
𝗣𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝘂𝗸𝗮.
𝗗𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻...
𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗯𝗮𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗽 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝘂𝗮.
𝘽𝘼𝘽 10
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖
𝙋𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡 05.00.
𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"...𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙮𝙖."
𝙄𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞.
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞...
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝘼𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖.
𝙄𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞, 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙧, 𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙪𝙧.
𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖...
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖.
𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙥𝙪𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣, 𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙨, 𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝..."
"𝙄𝙗𝙪..."
"𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞."
"𝘿𝙤𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙖."
𝙄𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝.
𝘿𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖.
"𝙄𝘽𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐!! 𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙆𝙐 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘼?!"
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖!"
"𝙊𝙃 𝙄𝙔𝘼!"
"𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖!"
"𝙐𝘿𝘼𝙃 𝘼𝙆𝙐 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙈!"
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣?"
"..."
"𝘿𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝."
"𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙍𝘼𝘼𝘼!"
"𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚..."
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚."
"𝙆𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩!"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜."
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪...
𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖 𝙋𝙪𝙟𝙞.
𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩."
𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙝 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛."
"𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
𝙎𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞.
"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞."
"𝙃𝙢."
𝙄𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝.
𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙥...
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜.
"..."
"𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙝..."
𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"...𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧."
𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝘼𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙞-𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙞.
"𝙇𝙀𝙏𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼!!"
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙆𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪..."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙖."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙮𝙖?"
"𝘼𝙥𝙖?"
"𝘽𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜."
"𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚."
"𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙝."
"𝙃𝙢."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠?"
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙪?"
"𝙃𝙢."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙠?"
"𝙃𝙢."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪?"
"...𝘽𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙨."
"𝙇𝙤𝙝?"
"𝘽𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙠𝙪."
"𝙒𝙊𝙄!"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩."
"𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙪."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙝."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙡 𝙮𝙖?"
"𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩."
𝘽𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙞.
"𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞."
"𝙋𝙖𝙜𝙞, 𝘽𝙪!"
"𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪."
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨.
𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞.
𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖.
𝙒𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙩.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩.
"𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
"𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙤..."
"𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙀𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮𝙧𝙖."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣."
"𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖."
𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩.
𝙎𝙤𝙥𝙖𝙣.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣.
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠.
"𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙪 𝙮𝙖."
"𝙆𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙩."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖..."
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙞."
"𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝘽𝙐!"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖?"
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠?"
𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗...
𝙎𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝘽𝙪, 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖 𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝘽𝙪."
"𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙖𝙟𝙖."
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
"𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞?"
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖.
𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪 𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜...
𝙏𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝..."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖."
"𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖...
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙧.
"𝙃𝙖𝙞!"
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
"𝙃𝙖𝙞."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙨.
"..."
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖.
'𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.'
𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝙅𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙡.
"𝙎𝙤𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖."
"𝙎𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣?"
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙖.
"𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞."
"𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙖?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖, 𝘽𝙪."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙪 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪...
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙞.
𝙅𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
"𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧."
"𝘽𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞."
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠.
"𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖."
"𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙞."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
"𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙖."
"𝙃𝙢."
"𝙆𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣."
"𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖."
𝘽𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞.
"𝙔𝙐𝙈𝙄!"
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞.
"𝙃𝙖𝙞!"
"𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙤."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖."
"𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙮."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
"𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙩."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝?"
"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙠𝙪 𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙩."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣?"
"𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞.
"𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙖!"
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝘼𝙮𝙤."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚."
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧...
𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩.
𝙃𝙪𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖...
𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙠.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙨.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞..."
"...𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙮𝙖?"
"𝙉𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙠."
"𝙏𝙖𝙪."
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣.
𝘿𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣...
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
𝘿𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜...
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝙎𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙜.
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪.
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣.
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝..."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙨.
"𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩."
"..."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙮."
"𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙪."
𝙅𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝."
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙩.
'...𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙝.'
𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖...
𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙞...
𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙣...
𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣, 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪?"
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
"𝙎𝙤𝙠 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙢."
"𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞."
"𝘾𝙤𝙗𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞."
𝙐𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖...
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞-𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝘽𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙜...
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙮𝙩 𝙮𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨... 𝙀𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚
