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𝔐𝔶 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔩, ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢.

𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.
ℑ 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔡, 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡..𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢..
𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔡, 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫.
ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢.
ℑ𝔣 ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ'𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫.
ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤.
ℑ 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤.
ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢.
ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢, 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔨.
ℑ 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫.
ℌ𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢.

ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔦𝔫.

𝔐𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱, 𝔰𝔥𝔶, 𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔢.

ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

ℑ 𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲.
ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢.

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔰𝔞𝔴 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔞𝔴 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢.

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢.

ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔳𝔢.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔵𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢.

ℑ 𝔰𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪, 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶.
ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢.
𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶.
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔴?
𝔚𝔥𝔶?

"ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔫."

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰.
𝔒𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰.
𝔚𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔶.

𝔑𝔬𝔴, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔰, ℑ 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲.
ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥.
ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢.
ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰.
ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔭 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯, 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲.
𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢, 𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔢𝔱.. ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡, ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲.
ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢.