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"𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎"
*𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 *
"𝚂𝚘 is his name 𝚁𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗?.... 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 last name.... "
*𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛*
"𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙? 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎...𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍! "
"𝙾𝚑... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜"
*𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙼𝚛. 𝚁𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛*
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍... "
"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍?"
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝚆𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝...𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞"
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍.... 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 so is 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖; 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎... 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 i'm 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝.. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛.. "
"... "
"𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚐?"
".... 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶!? "
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