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"ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ"
ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ sᴛɪʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛᴀ sᴀᴜᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ᴘᴏᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇʀᴇ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾.
"𝖨- 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒."
𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅'𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.
"𝖸'𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖨- 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍," 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, "𝖨'𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝖿- 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 t𝗈 𝗀𝗈."
𝖠 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝖺'𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 ma𝗄𝖾 a joke out of the serious situation, 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾, "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍?"
𝖳𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐'𝗌, "𝖭𝗈, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍-"
"𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐," 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝖺'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈.
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖨𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍.
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