𝙍𝙄𝙋𝙏𝙄𝘿𝙀: 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡.
"𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?" 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
"𝘕𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦," 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮."
"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬.
𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."All Rights Reserved