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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗒.
“ 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇.
“ 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾.
“ 𝖲𝗈, 𝗎𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽-”
“ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐.” 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.
“ 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾.” 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽.
“ 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐!” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.
“ 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖣𝖺𝖽.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, “ 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾-”
“ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇'𝗌, 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆- 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌.” 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝖽.
“ 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽.
“ 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈...𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.” 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.
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