"𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏' "𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆." 𝑶𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓. 𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚, 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈" 𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘘