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"𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙! 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!" 𝚒 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. "𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎," 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. "𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑," 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. "𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜?" 𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. "𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚢," 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎. "𝚐𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘," 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. "𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎," 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

"𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜?" 𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒'𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. "𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝," 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚠𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜.

"𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜!" 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘?" 𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙. 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. "𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝. "𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜?" 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜. "𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?" 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘. "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚐," 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. "𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎?" 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. "𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. "𝚘𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚗. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍."