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𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜 𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 "𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾?" 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌.

"𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌." 𝖠 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝖨 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒. "𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎!" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗒.

𝖤𝖽𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖤𝖽𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖾 "𝖦𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇!" 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. "𝖨𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌," 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐.

"𝖨𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂-𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒." 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒  𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 "𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒." 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒?" 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌." 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇. "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄." 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. "𝖣𝗈𝗇𝖾." 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐.

𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 "𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾." 𝖤𝖽𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 "𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿." 𝖬𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝖽𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌. 𝖠 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.

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