𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶,
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝘈 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, 𝘈 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢. 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚...𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.. 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝙄, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘋𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤. 𝘐𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝙙𝙞𝙚...𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
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