𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫.
𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃!
𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞
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𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇.
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖸/𝗇'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
'𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?' 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖸/𝗇.
'𝘖𝘩 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.' 𝖸/𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽
'𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴?'
'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.' 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽
'𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.'
'𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?'
'𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦.' 𝖸/𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗄
𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅.
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