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𝖷𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝖹𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗋 25,
𝖸𝗂 𝖰𝗂𝗎

"𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖸𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁, 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇, 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽!"

"𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆?"

"𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂*, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖩𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝖩𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗀."

"𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝖦𝗎𝗌𝗎 𝖫𝖺𝗇 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝖰𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖾 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗀𝖾, 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖬𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌."

"𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖸𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋, 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗇?"

"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖩𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆."

"𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖲𝗍𝗒𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖳𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗍?"

"𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾."

𝖴𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

"𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖩𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝗅𝗂'𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖷𝗂𝗎 𝖧𝗎𝖺?"

"𝖷𝗂𝗎 𝖧𝗎𝖺? 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖶𝖾𝗂 𝖶𝗎𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖴𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒..."

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.

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