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"Hᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴛᴏᴏ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴏʀs sʟᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍs sʜᴀᴋᴇ"
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"𝙻𝚎𝚘!"
𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙.
𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐", 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖!", 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍.
"𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?"
𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚌'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛.
"𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?", 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.
"𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐", 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜.
𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎.
"𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐!?", 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍", 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎.
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