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𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘. 𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜.
"𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?", 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜.
"𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢", 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, "𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙶𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!"
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜", 𝙸 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎.
𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, "𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍"
𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.
𝐼𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑚𝑒?
"𝙸 𝚞𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘... 𝚐𝚘", 𝙸 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, "𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗"
𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚘, "𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘? 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛..."
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