"𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?"
"𝘕𝘰," 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘚𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯."
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵. 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦?"
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