Sɯҽҽƚ Tҽα αɳԃ Cαɱҽʅʅιαʂ (HIATUS)

"ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵒ?" "ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃˢ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵉᶜᵘˡⁱᵃʳ ᵗᵉᵃ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵒ ᵃʳᵈᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ-ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵃˡˡ, ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵘʳᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵃⁱⁿ ⁿᵒᵘʳⁱˢʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᶠˡᵒʳᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵛⁱˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ." ᵀʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒᵈᵈᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ. "ᴬˢ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰᵉˢ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏᵉⁿᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵘˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵃᵈⁱᵃⁿᵗ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳ...