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Amaris remained still, chest rising and falling with a calmness as she examined both Ben and his weapon carefully. He seemed less on edge now she'd revealed herself, but she couldn't afford to underestimate him.

Are you Sith?

The question produced a head tilt from Amaris, along with her brows knitting together with curiosity.

"No." She answered, another blunt jab into the conversation. "The Knights of Ren oppose the ideals of both the Sith and the Jedi. We operate in a...grey area."

Amaris straightened her posture, allowing her arms to fall at her sides, relaxing from the defensive pose she'd taken up until now.

"Each of us are Force sensitive, yes-" She paused to turn her head, peering behind her, mind occupied with mapping out their journey to the location of her brothers. "-yet we are mostly untrained. Our gifts lack control."

The woman swivelled her head toward Ben again, gaze slightly hardened. The pair were losing daylight, and the winding walkways of the canyon would pose more threat and hassle in the dark. All sorts of shady folk made use of the ravine's shrouded nature once the sun had disappeared under the horizon.

"Come. We're losing the light." She voiced, gesturing to the rocky pathway behind her with a simple nod.

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His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.

Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.

Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.

Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.

No.

Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.

He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.

Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.

One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.

"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."

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“Yes.” Amaris affirmed. “He calls himself Ren, but that is not his name. He can explain that to you himself, if we ever get out of this ravine.” She added, jabbing a hint of humour into their situation.

The woman knew it wouldn’t take long for Ben to figure out where she was hiding. The Force was his ally, even after abandoning his future as a Jedi. It flowed through him so fiercely. Amaris could sense it. He was reaching out, trying to see what his eyes could not.

The Knights of Ren, although Force sensitive in nature, were mostly untrained. Their abilities had no balance. Little control. Some of them could produce specific abilities, especially during combat, but none of it compared to a student of the Jedi.

At last, their eyes met, and Amaris remained perfectly still, as if she was carved of the same stone she’d found refuge in. The bright light pouring from his ignited blade coated the walls in colour, revealing even more of the Knight’s hiding place.

“No tests.” She said, trying to make her tone sound somewhat reassuring. “You will face trials if you join us, but not yet, and certainly not under my judgement.”

Slowly, with vigilance, Amaris abandoned her refuge. She carefully slid down the side of the ravine wall, bundles of stones and dust coming loose under her boots. Once firmly on flat ground, right in front of Ben, she halted, holding out open palms toward him as an act of amity.

“I won’t raise my weapon to you.” She declared. “Not unless you give me reason to.”

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His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.

Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.

Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.

Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.

No.

Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.

He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.

Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.

One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.

"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."

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I remember you.

Hiding her own feminine features, like her voice, had proved to be borderline impossible since being initiated into the Knights of Ren. Even a voice modifier could only do so much to keep select parts of her identity hidden. Alas, it hardly mattered now. If her task was to gain enough trust to escort Ben Solo to her brethren, she need not hide. In fact, she’d turned up to the meeting point maskless anyway, hoping to minimise the threat she may pose.

“Yes.” She spoke again, blunt tone resonating inside the tucked-away crevice she’d claimed as a hiding spot. “I was there. Your memory serves you well.”

Amaris began to shift position, attempting to peek some of her head into the open ravine. That way, she could get a good look at her counterpart, and assess his position. She needed to be sure that he wouldn’t attack, so thorough evaluation was necessary.

“He did, and it’s my task to guide you to my master-” A pause. “-he’s expecting you.”

With the utmost caution, the woman shuffled right to the edge of her shadowy perch, gloved hands clasped to any rock that might give her some stability. She revealed only her head into the light, her appraising gaze locked to the man below.

“However-” Another pause, the Knight’s head tilting to one side. “I doubt your trust in me, and I’d rather leave this canyon with my limbs intact.”

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His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.

Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.

Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.

Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.

No.

Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.

He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.

Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.

One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.

"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."

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It’s only a matter of time.

That’s what Ren had said. That boy. Ben Solo. A fissured dam, holding in a reservoir of untamed emotion, begging to collapse. Apparently, as new rumours emerged, Luke Skywalker’s school for a new age of Jedi had been swallowed by flame and slaughter. The legacy of the Jedi, once again, reduced to mere splinters.

The very moment Ren caught wind of the massacre on Ossus, the Knights were mobilised. Together, they journeyed to some lacklustre planet in the outer rim; a meeting place, its location revealed through an esoteric transmission from Snoke himself. There, a weary and possibly unstable Ben Solo would make his debut as an official outcast, soon to be taken under the wing of the Knights of Ren.

Amaris was ultimately chosen to be the one to wait at the meeting point. She was younger than her brothers, yet exhibited great skill in stealth. The shadow could be her sanctuary, if she was careful; plus, she was only a few years older than Ben, and perhaps he might be persuaded to trust her without as much difficulty.

Alone, she set out, cautiously advancing to the discussed coordinates. A ravine. Like a deep scar in a canyon of stone and sand. Lifeless, and full of places to stay concealed. Perfect for purpose.

Before long, just as the light of sun had started to disappear over one side of the planet, Amaris sensed movement. Rocks shifting under boots. Not only that, but something tugged at her gut, like a distant strumming on the vast web of the Force. It was him, surely.

Oh yes. Him. Ben Solo. Looking dishevelled and disturbed. He called out to the deceivingly empty chasm.

“No need for hostility.” Amaris spoke, her voice bouncing between cold stone walls. “We aren’t enemies.”

The Knight had found an ideal hiding spot. A cavity in the side of the ravine. She remained there, for now, watching Ben from the shadows, making sure to be absolutely sure of his intentions before revealing herself.

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His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.

Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.

Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.

Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.

No.

Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.

He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.

Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.

One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.

"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."

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𝐒𝐅𝐖 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 - 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 18+ ‼️

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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━ ✦ ┊ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

✦ Practices acupuncture for her nerve damage. Usually administered by Ap’lek

✦ Stretches and yawns like a cat, teeth bared and all.

✦ It took her a long time to adjust to her blindness, and is insecure about it a lot of the time.

✦ Constantly craves a warm bath. Also just generally loves water/swimming.

✦ Bruises incredibly easily.

✦ Smokes occasionally, depending on if and when she can get her hands on a cigarette. Craves it often, especially when stressed.

✦ Has struggled with sleep since she was a child. Plagued by nightmares and insomnia.

✦ Literally cannot stand overly enthusiastic/optimistic people. She’s a realist.

✦ Takes good care of her hair, but refuses to let it grow any longer than her shoulders.

✦ Looks after her nails, keeps them long, and tries her best not to damage them in battle. Gloves help.

✦ Intrigued by cultures and history.

✦ Slowly losing her first language 🥀.

✦ Fast reader, enjoys reading.

✦ Loves to people watch, especially in gambler dens.

✦ Has hand tremors, is embarrassed of them.

✦ Genuinely likes her face scar, but despises the memories attached to it.

✦ Smells like metal and pine needles. After a wash and rest, there’s a hint of fresh linen.

✦ Will catch herself singing old melodies from her home planet quite often, but will stop as soon as she does.

✦ Has a massive soft spot for animals.

✦ Feels right at home in a saddle, and can easily learn how to ride almost any creature naturally. Prefers riding mounts over machines.

✦ Her helmet is actually quite special to her. The Knights forged it for her when she was properly initiated.

✦ Don’t touch her things, she’ll get upset.

✦ Will sport war paint/makeup, on occasion.

✦ Her species naturally have a high alcohol tolerance. She can out-drink all the the Knights.

✦ Definitely lifts weights. Girly has muscular arms and thighs.

✦ Actually likes to sunbathe, but not for long. Burns very easily.

✦ Her teeth are quite sharp, especially her incisors and canines.

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━ ✦ ┊ N𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ⚠︎︎

✦ First and foremost, submissive. Can be dominant on the rare occasion, depending on her choice of partner/s.

✦ Literally thrives on praise.

✦ Struggles with eye contact. Prefers to face away, or be blindfolded. She’s never opposed to forced eye contact though, but she’ll probably get all shy.*

✦ Face grabs.

✦ Prefers to have as little control as possible during.

✦ Cover her mouth with your hand. Warning: May Bite.

✦ Pin her down during training and watch her unravel under you.

✦ She’s got relatively large shoulders. Perfect for chomping.

✦ Her thighs are very sensitive. She usually keeps them covered for that reason.

✦ Enjoys a selection of pain, especially in the bedroom. It just fuels her.

✦ You’ll never get her to admit to it, but she loves to be restrained. Binders? Rope? Chains? The less she can fight you, the more she’s enjoying herself.

✦ Craves a hand around her neck at all times.

✦ Wants to adore your body, desperate to memorise every feature.

✦ She doesn’t care if she gets to finish, and would rather be used to her partner/s pleasure. Enjoys the action more than the end result.

✦ Incredibly insecure about her chest, but will let you see/touch if she enjoys your company enough.

✦ Unshaven. Neatened and tidied, of course, but not bare.

✦ Will tease you until you drag her off into a semi-secluded corner to teach her a lesson/get your fill.

✦ Wants to hide her face in your neck so you can’t see her being sheepish around you.

✦ Sleeps around a lot whenever the Knights travel, but it’s only ever one night with a stranger/strangers that she’ll never see again.

✦ Not unfamiliar with sleeping with someone for information. Actually quite enjoys the thrill.

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐉’𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐊 ✧

𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒆𝒏 -

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

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ᵃʳᵗ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐᵉ

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━ ✦ ┊ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

━ ✦ ┊ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

❛ 𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 ❜

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | 𝐴𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝐽’𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑘

✧ 𝐴𝑚－𝑎𝑟𝑒－𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑌𝑎ℎ－𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑘

✧ 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳．𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳’𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦，𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 ’𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺’．

𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦－𝑂𝑛𝑒

✧ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 （𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘴） 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴，𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘯，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵．𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 ，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦．

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 2 𝐴𝐵𝑌

✧ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘦𝘯；𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘰，𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘯．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦，𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺．𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴．𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴，𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦．

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒（ 𝑆ℎ𝑒／𝐻𝑒𝑟 ）

✧ 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯．𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯，𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦，𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘵．

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝑈𝑛𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑

✧ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯．𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥，𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴．𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳��𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳；𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳．

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐾𝑜𝑟’𝑑𝑎𝑖

✧ 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴，𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦，𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘰𝘳’𝘥𝘢𝘪．𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦，𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 ．𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳，𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥／𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘴， 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩．𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥．𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘬’𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺．𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺，𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺．

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐾𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑒𝑛

✧ 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯．𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳，𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴．

━ ✦ ┊ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

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𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 | 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐽－𝑇

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑁𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

✧ 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥．𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴．𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵��，𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯．𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯，𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯．𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚，𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦．𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳， 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴，𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥．

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

✧ 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭，𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯，𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴．𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵，𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦．𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴，𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵．𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴，𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯．𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴；𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥．𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭，𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯，𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯．

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.

⌫ 𝐿𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 ━

✧ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺．𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦，𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴；𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴．

⌫ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ━

✧ 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴．𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬－𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯．𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥．𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴．

⌫ 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 ━

✧ 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪��𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴．𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘵．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘥，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴．

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.

⌫ 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 ━

✧ 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨．𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯，𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨．𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺，𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴．

⌫ 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ━

✧ 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳．𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦，𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮．

⌫ 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 ━

✧ 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳，𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺，𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳��𝘰𝘯，𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴．𝘐𝘧 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵， 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦．𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴．

━ ✦ ┊ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒.

❛ 𝐷𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 ❜

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✧ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦．𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴，𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴．𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘴．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳，𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧－𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵；𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵－𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳，𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘦，𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘴，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵．

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 | 𝑂𝑣𝑎𝑙

✧ 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴，𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳，𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴，𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥．

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 | 𝐴𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐

✧ 𝘠𝘦𝘢��𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦，𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺，𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘧 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺．𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵．𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳，𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺，𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥．𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯．

𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐒 | 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 ＆ 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠

✧ 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴；𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺，𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴．𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵．𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘦𝘯．

✧ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴，𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦．𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨，𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯；𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳－𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴．𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭．𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳，𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴．𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳－𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴．𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳，𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴．𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱，𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦．

━ ✦ ┊ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

❛ 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦，𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 ❜

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𝐀𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

━ ✦ ┊ 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

❛ 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 ❜

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