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"𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜. 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛. 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔? 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞" 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍. "𝚘𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚍," 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜. "𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞," 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛," 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. "𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖," 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.

"𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎," 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢. "𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊!" 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. "𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘? 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍," 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠. "𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎," 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜. "𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎?" 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. "𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚑- 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝," 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. "𝚗𝚘," 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜. "𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚜," 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚙. "𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝," 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. "𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚜," 𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. "𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜," 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. "𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎," 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.