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𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓.
𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏’𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒕, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕. 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.
𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏: “𝑨𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒆.”
𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒂, 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒎: “𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.”
𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅: “𝑭𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆.”
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