"𝑆𝑜, 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑠?"
"𝙽𝚘,"
"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟"
"𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙"
"𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦"
"𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎?
𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞"
"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢?"
"𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍,
𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎"
"𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚,"
"𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚢,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢?
𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢"
"𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑢𝑝,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦?
𝑁𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑦,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠"
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝"
"𝑈𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡"
"𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢,
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝"
"𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒"
"𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎"
"𝑁𝑜"
"𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚎"
"𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑒"
"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎"
"𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐,"
"𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤,"
"𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎"
"𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑙,
𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑡"
"𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍,
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢"
"𝑈𝑚 𝑛𝑜,
𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑,
𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦,
𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦"
"𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜"
"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ"
"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛"
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