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𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒍𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒑, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔.
“𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚,” 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌.
“𝒀-𝒚𝒆𝒔,” 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.
“𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍,” 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.
"𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆," 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.
"𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅," 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔.
"𝑲𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊," [𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈] 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆.
"𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒐," [𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌] 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒑. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒕," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚.
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