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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"𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒?" 𝚁𝚊𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙.
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐. "𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜. 𝙻𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚒."
"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞?"
"𝙰𝚢𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 ... 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗."
"𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒?" 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊?" 𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚞𝚑, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒?" 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎.
"𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒. 𝚂𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚔𝚞. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊," 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝟸𝟽 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. "𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊?"
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖.
"𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊." 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚝-𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎.
"𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜? 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚖𝚞, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 ____"
"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚖𝚞?" 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝟹𝟽 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒.
"𝙼𝚊𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚞, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙱𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 ... 𝚞𝚖 ...." 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚞 ...."
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐. "𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖-𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚞. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜. 𝙺𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛, 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 ... 𝚊𝚑, 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗."
"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗.
"𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚒, 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝟹𝟽 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚓𝚊𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚔. 𝙺𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙, 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛.
"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚞, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚞?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗.
"𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚊. "𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊," 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚞 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
"𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞. 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊." 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚔𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊, 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕.
𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗. "𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊?" 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑. "𝙺𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚝. 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒?"
"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒," 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐.
"𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 ___"
"𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚛. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔-𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊." 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝. 𝚄𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔-𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊?" 𝚂𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜, 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙻𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚖𝚞, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊?"
"𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞," 𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚒.
"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑.
"𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊?" 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚊𝚑. 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚊, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊. "𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚞? 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚞, 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 ____"
"𝚈𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞," 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊. "𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖."
"𝙳𝚒𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊."
"𝙾𝚑, 𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚑," 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊. "𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎 ___"
"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖.. 𝚂𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊."
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊. "𝚂𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 ___"
"𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞?" 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊. "𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖?"
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒. "𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚖𝚞?"
"𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚒 ... 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚊." 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚒.
"𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎! 𝚃𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞!" 𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛.
"𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎!" 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚕 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝. 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚙.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚒.
𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊. 𝙸𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗.
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𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊.
𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚔.
"𝚃𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚊."
𝚂𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑. "𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎," 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊.
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