𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒑𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓—𝒏𝒐, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓? 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅?
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