𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝑀𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓍𝓎𝑔𝑒𝓃, 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓉?
𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝑒? 𝑀𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓌 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒷 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂. 𝒲𝒽𝓎? 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈? 𝒯𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒? 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈? 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝐼'𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝐼'𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁All Rights Reserved