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"𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘. 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆."

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆.

𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄. Jesus comes out here sometimes and asks me why I sit out here. I wonder that myself, maybe I'm waiting for something. Or someone. I know I'm out here for a reason. I can't shake off the feeling that something bad will happen. I know bad things happen all the time, but this feels different. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. *𝖢𝖱𝖴𝖭𝖢𝖧* 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋. "𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽." 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. "𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇," 𝖨 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾. "𝖲𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?" 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽. "𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌," 𝖨 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍- "𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗍," 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. "𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐," 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽. 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾, "𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒," 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, "𝖦𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖧𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍-" 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. "𝖧𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗉," 𝖨 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽. 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁. "𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇!" 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝖨 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌. "𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌! 𝖶𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄!" 𝖨 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗇. "𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖽! 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍!" 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍. "𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖽!" 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉. 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, "𝖲𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇!" 𝖨 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾!" 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇. "𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉!" 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒. "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄. "𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾!" 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄. "𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋?" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌. "𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍! 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍!" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾. "𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖭𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗎𝗉!" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌. "𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾," 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒. "𝖲𝗂𝗋, 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽-" "𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖣𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒," 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌. "𝖶𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋," 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌. "𝖮𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼," 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽. 𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋," 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾, "𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨?" 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾, "𝖧𝖾𝗒!" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖨 𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁! 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖭𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖺," 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖨 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍? 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾? 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋. "𝖥-𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎," 𝖨 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌, "𝖮𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼-" 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗎𝗇. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. "𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗍." 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗌. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉. 𝖠 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. "𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖠𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎." 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. "𝖣𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅, 𝖨 𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽." 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉. 𝖨 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎. "𝖨'𝗆 𝖭𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾," 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. "𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆," 𝖭𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍," 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖭𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇, "𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋." 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾, "𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗐." 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.