Isabelle Marguerette Delancey bagaikan hidup di negeri dongeng. Segala hal serba sempurna baginya. Dia bahkan berpikir tak membutuhkan cinta dan dukungan dari pria manapun. Isabelle menganggap dirinya dapat meraih segala hal seorang diri.
Namun, semua berubah ketika dia dipertemukan dengan sosok William Brice, pria yang berusia sepuluh tahun lebih muda darinya. Isabelle terlena dan menyadari dirinya membutuhkan cinta.
Akan tetapi, rentang usia yang cukup jauh membuat Isabelle berpikir ulang. Terlebih, setelah mengetahui bahwa William merupakan anak tiri, dari salah satu sahabat dekatnya.
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𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞. "𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗?" 𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖.
"𝙰𝚢𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚞. 𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚞 ___"
"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝?" 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.
"𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊?" 𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. "𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊?" 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚊 ... 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 ... 𝚔𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗."
𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞, 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚊, 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗.
"𝙺𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝," 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛.
"𝙿𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞." 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊.
"𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒," 𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝.
"𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔. 𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊," 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. "𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚊, 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝."
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚊 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎.
𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞.
"𝙰𝚑, 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒! " 𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.
𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚊 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗.
𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚝.
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚒 𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊.
𝚂𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎.
"𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞.
"𝙷𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗. 𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚒, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒." 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚜.
"𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊. 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒?" 𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗. "𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗.
"𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒?"
"𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔. 𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑, 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗."
"𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚊-𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊."
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"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢? 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚔𝚞," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙺𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊?" 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚑. 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊-𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜. 𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜.
"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚞. 𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒.
"𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚊𝚏, 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖." 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗.
"𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢. 𝙻𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊, 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗." 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕.
"𝙷𝚖. 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖," 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎.
"𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢."
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗. "𝙳𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊!" 𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖.
𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚅 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚞. 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙺𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖-𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝.
"𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚊 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜. 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊?"
"𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜. 𝙺𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜."
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔. "𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛. 𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞."
"𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢?" 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜.
"𝙰𝚑, 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚜."
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊. 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗.
𝙳𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎.
"𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎.
"𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑, 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔. "𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚗.
"𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚊𝚗.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜.
"𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝚂𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐 d𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞.
"𝙿𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝟸𝟸 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗. 𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚊," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕.
"𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. "𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.
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