𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙩.
𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮...
"𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙗𝙤𝙭 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙥" 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥
𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙥. 𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙣𝙙, 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙯 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙬𝙚'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.
𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤.
"𝙉𝙖𝙞" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
"𝙔𝙚𝙖?"
"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩?" 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜
"𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪" 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩.
"𝙉𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙨
"𝙔𝙚𝙖 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮" 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙩
"𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨?"
"𝙀𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨" 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙄 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜....𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.
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