Part 11

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"ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ?" ˢʰᵉ ʷʰⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᶠⁱˣⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵉˢˢʸ ᵏⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿ, ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ʷᵒʳᵈ.


"Cᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ."


ˢʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍʰᵉᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ, ᶜᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉᵇʳᵒʷˢ,


"ᴬⁿᵈ, ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ, ᵐᵒⁿˢⁱᵉᵘʳ?"


ᴴᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵏ, ˢᵗᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ˢʰᵉᵉᵖⁱˢʰˡʸ.

"ᵁʰ, ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ?⁻"


ˢʰᵉ ᵍˡᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵗᵘᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ. 


ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ, ᶜˡᵘⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇˡᵘˢʰ.

"ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒ"


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