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"𝑲𝒂𝒊, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆

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"𝑲𝒂𝒊, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆." 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉.

"𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝑫𝑴𝒔? 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. "𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌! 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍." 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.

"𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆. "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑! 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔." 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.

𝑨 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. "𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕! 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆." 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔.

𝑯𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔.

𝑯𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒚, 𝒔𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕.

𝑯𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒔. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍.

𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆.

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆." 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇.




"𝘐𝘧 𝘒𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

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"𝘐𝘧 𝘒𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."

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