𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑡 - 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠.
(𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.)
?'𝑺 𝒑𝒐𝒗 - 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 -
𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚. 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊- 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕. 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒊 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒅... 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒀/𝑵 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔. 𝑨𝒔 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒀/𝑵 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ˙ʞɔɐq ɯǝɥʇ pǝʌol ᴉ ʍoɥ ǝɯ ǝʌol oʇ
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒇𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓. 𝒀/𝑵'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 (𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔), 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒀/𝑵 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅? 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝑶𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒔? 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 (𝑺𝒉𝒆/𝑯𝒆/𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚) 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕? 𝑰 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒀/𝑵 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆, 𝒊'𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒚.. 𝑩𝒖𝒕..
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀/𝑵 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.
𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔.
𝑻𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.
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