"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝑜?" 𝐼 𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓁.
"𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇." 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹.
"𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒."
"𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊?"
"𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓇. 𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉?"
"𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉. 𝐼 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉."
"𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝓎?"
"𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸. 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓍 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈?"
"𝒴𝑒𝓈. 𝒮𝓊𝓃, 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽, 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃, 𝓈𝓀𝓎."
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽."
"𝒜 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽?"
"𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒯𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒."
"𝐵𝓊𝓉, 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈."
"𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇."
𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝐼?
"𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒."
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹. 𝐻𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓊𝓅. 𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒. 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝑜𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝒾𝒸𝑒.
"𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑔 𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒻 𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝓇𝑒𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒻" 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓊𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓁𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝒶𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹. 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒. 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉. 𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓇. 𝐼𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒹, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇.
"𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒." 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒.
"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜?" 𝐼 𝒶𝓈𝓀.
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