𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, (𝒀/𝒏) 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅-𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒒𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒙𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔. "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓.