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𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵.
𝘈 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵. "𝘈𝘩," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴. "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦?"
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. "𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦." 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵?"
𝘈 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳.
"𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴: 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥ー𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦. "𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦." 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦."
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮.
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