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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒂 𝑱𝒊'𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇, 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.
𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆. "𝑺𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅. "𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏."
𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍. "𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. "𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏."
𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒕."
"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕," 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆.
𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏. 𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆."
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