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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 ! 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒅

synopsis: 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱

fic notes: 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺

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“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺. 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 ���𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘪𝘭-𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥-𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘪𝘭-𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴,

‘𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮.’

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪,

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.”

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥-”

“𝘕𝘰, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳.”

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮.

‘𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴’

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦-𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 17 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦; 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭,

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺,

“𝘐𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯’ 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.” 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥

𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯,

“𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.”

“𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦,

‘𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.’

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ( 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺) 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,

‘𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬.’

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘵 8:32 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦., 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘳.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵.

𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳

“𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥,

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘺.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

𝘈 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯.

“𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.”

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 ��𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.

𝘳𝘦-𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥

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Jason Todd apologist? How can I be called a Jason Todd apologist when he’s literally never done anything wrong in his whole life?

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people who love dc AND marvel

fucking elite

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been having brainrot for jason todd from the titans series for a couple weeks now, so a small one-shot will be coming out soon :o stay tuned !!