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hi ^_^ if it isnt too much trouble could i request kink hcs for two-bit? :)

✿༺ 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 - 𝘁. 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄𝘀 ༻✿

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟦𝟥𝟦

➵ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 - 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 :)

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✩ 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋. ✩ 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 ✩ 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 ✩ 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 ✩ 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖲𝖤𝖲 ✩ 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ✩ 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 ✩ “𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅” ✩ “𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒” ✩ “𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖾” ✩ 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 ✩ “𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒” ✩ “𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗒” ✩ 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 - 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁 ✩ 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑 ✩ 𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ✩ 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ✩ “𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇?” ✩ 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀 ✩ 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ✩ 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ✩ 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ✩ 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 ✩ 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅���𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈 ✩ 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽 ✩ 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 ✩ 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 ✩ 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 ✩ 𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 ✩ 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ✩ 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 ✩ 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 ;) ✩ 𝖨𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ✩ 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ✩ 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾 ✩ 𝖱𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋? ✩ 𝖶𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✩ 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ✩ “𝖤𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒”

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“𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖮!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, “𝖦𝖮 𝖸/𝖭!” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅.

“𝖮𝖧 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖳!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

“𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖫𝖤 𝖮𝖥𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖨𝖢𝖤!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝟤𝟥-𝟤𝟨.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖢𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾.

“𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗁?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒.

“𝖠𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, “𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇�� 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁”, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

“𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗄 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐,” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌,

“𝖪𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍.”

“𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍… 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗎𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, “𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆.”

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➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

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𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗇 - 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝟢𝟦-𝟣𝟤-𝟤𝟦

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 - 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇…

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𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 - 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗽

✿༺ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻 ༻✿

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌. 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈����𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟣.𝟥𝗄

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.

𝖠𝗌 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒. 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋.

“𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗁?” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, “𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾!” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.

“𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽.

“𝖳𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌,” 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖾𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄?” 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌,” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

“𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍.”

“𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗍,” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋, “𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍?”

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.

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𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾.

“𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈?” 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.

“𝖠 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

“𝖶𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋?” 𝖨 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖺, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. “𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌?”

𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖳𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖺, 𝗂𝖿 𝖨’𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖨’𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖨’𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝖽 𝖻𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.

“𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾,” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉, “𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁.” 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋.

“𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗉.” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝖶𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖢𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗈 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝖶𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.

“𝖬𝖺𝗇, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋,” 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄.

“𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’,” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, “𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋?”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.

“𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾?” 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺��𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽?”

𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌.

“𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾? 𝖨 𝖫𝖮𝗏𝖤 𝗍𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖮𝗇𝖦!” 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍.

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝖨 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖶𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖶𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄.

“𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾,” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁?” 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗈. 𝖭𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.

“𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?” 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾.

“𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄,” 𝖠 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗉𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇. 𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖠𝗌 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

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𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒; 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗏 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗁 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒,” 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍, “𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖺?”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍.

“𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇.” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾,” 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, “𝖸𝖺 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋?”

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾.

“𝖸𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎!” 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨’𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁.

“𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗅?” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈.” 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌' 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗆𝖺𝗇,” 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗐.

“𝖨 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌,” 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗒.

“𝖸𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗁𝗈𝗐.” 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇.

“𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖺?” 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖶𝗁𝗈𝖺 𝖸𝖠!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗏, 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒.

“𝖪𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗏 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗎𝗅𝗅!” 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈, 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾.

𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗄𝖾.

“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇’ 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾,” 𝖨 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾.

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 ‘𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾’ 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐?” 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

“𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝖻, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖨'𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.”

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖻?”

“𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.”

“𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗁? 𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒?” 𝖶𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

“𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝖺𝗇.”

“𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾.”

“𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.

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➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌. 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆

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𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.

“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖨 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖯𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝖠 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

“𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾! 𝖧𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒? 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍!” 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆'𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖨 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽.

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“𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 ‘𝗇𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅’ 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇?” 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄. 𝖠 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.

“𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖠 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖴𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽.

“𝖪𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 ���𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍.”

“𝖴𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗁.” 𝖨 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽. 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖷 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾.” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇!” 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁. 𝖴𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇?” 𝖬𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍?”

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌?” 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄.

“𝖭𝗈 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍-” 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!” 𝖨 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝖺𝗇?” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

“𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒?”

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺?”

“𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌, “𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇?” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽.

𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾.

“𝖸𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗌, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒?” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖮𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾.” 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.

“𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽?”

“𝖭𝗈.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽.

“𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅.” 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒.

𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒. 𝖠 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾? 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈.

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➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌. 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ...𝗀𝖺𝗒?

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𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏

“𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.” 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

“𝖬𝗈𝗆! 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝖨 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖡𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉,” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾.

“𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺, 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾!” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋.

“𝖭𝖮 𝖬𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾! 𝖨’𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, “𝖭𝖮!”

𝖠𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄?” 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾’𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽.

“𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍.

“𝖶𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀?” 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

“𝖮𝗁, 𝗆𝖺𝗇.” 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋.

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗁,” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒, “𝖸𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒?” 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍; 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖨’𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖬𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 - 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝖠 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.” 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒.

“𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺?” 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍.

𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇.

“𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁! 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽.

“𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗇!” 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐���𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

“𝖧𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍! 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋?” 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾. 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒’𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖲𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

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𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 - 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗽

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➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌. 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟣.𝟢𝗄

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

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𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖤𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 - 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖺 𝗍-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌'. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗉𝗌𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝟣𝟢 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖫𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖺𝗁𝖺!” 𝖨 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 ��𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄.

𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗀, 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺. 𝖶𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖧o𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗉. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

“𝖲𝗈,” 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

“𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖺.” 𝖨 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝖨’𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.

“𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄, “𝖢𝗈𝗅𝖽.” 𝖤𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

“𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, “𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉!” 𝖶𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗀, 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍,” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒, “𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗄𝖺-𝖽𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋-” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

“𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗒,” 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒, “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍!”

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄.” 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

“𝖥𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖮𝖳𝖲!” 𝖠 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌. 𝖢𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅.

“𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄!” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖦𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌!” 𝖨 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇?” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌.

“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇.”

𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖨’𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖽𝗄𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖨’𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾,” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌- “𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖢𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖠𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖨’𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

“𝖸’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, “𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, “𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌.”

“𝖲𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ‘𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉’ 𝗁𝗎𝗁.” 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺.” 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗆’.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 ��𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾.

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✿༺ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 ༻✿

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌. 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝖿

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟫𝟢𝟧

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

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𝗦𝗼𝗱𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗽'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 - 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗀. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽. 𝖠 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗇. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝟥 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾.

𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖣𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖴𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾’𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’. 𝖨 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.

𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ��� 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗉, 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽. “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾!” 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

“𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀!” 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗏.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒?” 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

“𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽,” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖨’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌! 𝖨𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 - 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇’, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇’, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇’! 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍!”

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅! 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝟥 𝗃𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾!” 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌.

“𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍! 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.”

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌,” 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖽.

𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝟤 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

“𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁,” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, “𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋.”

“𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗄, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉.

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖨'𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗒 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖶𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌.

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➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟧𝟫𝟢

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

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𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝟤 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝖨’𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗏 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝟤 𝗃𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝟫 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋.

𝖬𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟣𝟥, 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟨𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌, 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒, 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁, 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋; 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉. 𝖡𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍, 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗉. 𝖶𝖠𝖨𝖳- 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗌… 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾.

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➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟧𝟤𝟧

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

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𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏

‘𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾’ 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈. 𝖠𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝖽𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖲𝗈 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖨’𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝖽𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍.

𝖨 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖨’𝗆 𝗂𝗇. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 “𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌” 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉. 𝖣𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗒 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈-𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝟣𝟤 𝖨’𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗂𝗋.

𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖠𝗌 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖷 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖻, 𝖨 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖺𝗆. 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗒 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒-𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖷 𝗐𝖺𝗌 ��𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

“𝖳𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅.” 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗁, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.” 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾.

𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈��𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.

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➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟩𝟢𝟥

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

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𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

“𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗌, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇!”

𝖳𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 - 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 “𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗒'𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾”.

“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇! 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌?” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 - 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗒.

“𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌! 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,” 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗉, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋. “𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌,” 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋, “𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 ‘𝖾𝗆.” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖨 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖶𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒'𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌,” 𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝖮𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 ���𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾?” 𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗉, “𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍?”

“𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍?” 𝖠𝗌 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒.

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆?” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, “𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿?” 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖮𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁? 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗑 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖽𝗈.” 𝖬𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖨 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. “𝖦𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.” 𝖨 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗍 - 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟣𝟥 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖯𝖺𝗎𝗅 𝖭𝖾𝗐𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖸 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝟣𝟧, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝖾. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍.

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𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

[stevxiee]

Peter: Hey uh, Mr Stark?

Tony: Yeah?

Peter: There’s a small get together at my school on Friday?

Tony: How small?

Peter: You, me and the principal

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𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 - 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗽

✿༺ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 ༻✿

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌. 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟩𝟪𝟦

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𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏

“𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒, 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌.”

𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 - 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾-𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾. 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖬𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋; 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

𝖠𝗌 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆. 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁? 𝖦𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗍, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌.

𝖯𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 - 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 “𝗁𝗆𝗆” 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 ‘𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀’. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗈 - 𝖻𝖾 “𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌” 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

“𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽.

“𝖨 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌,” 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾, “𝖠𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝗃 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾?”

𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖭𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍. 𝖫𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍���𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅?” 𝖥𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨’𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

“𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽.

𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗂𝗅. 𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀-𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. ‘𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀’ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒.

𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍�� 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉.

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𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲;

↳ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 & 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗉

↳ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅; 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌, & 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒

↳ 𝗍𝗆𝗇𝗍; 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 + 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗎

↳ 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍; 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗌 & 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄

↳ 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋; 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌

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𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲;

𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌. 𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟣𝟥. 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 :)

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𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 - 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

↳ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.

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imagine Peter realizing you betrayed him

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i made these ai generaged images of Steve and Bucky, and they have me CACKLING