deer-mi

[ravarui]

@rcmancedawn continued from here

Running into no problems, while they made their preparations during their little alliance had been wishful thinking on his side. Of course the defeat of two emperors of the sea had led to more rookies getting cocky and overconfident, thinking they could achieve the same.

Yes, the alliance and their goal was important, but Shanks still had his other responsibilities and those included taking care of whoever thought it was a smart idea to stir up trouble on islands under his protection. Which was what lead to the current situation.

There was one good thing to this whole scenario however: It allowed them to get used to fighting at each others side. While Shanks trusted his crew blindly the same couldn't be said for his alliance partners. They had to learn to adapt to each others fighting style. The more attuned they would be, the better for them once they set their plan fully in motion.

Speaking of the alliance: Shanks had kept track of the youngest member during the fight. He had given Trafalgar his word to keep an eye on the young marine after all, with the other pirate away at the moment and on his own little quest.

The red-haired knew where Hibari was and from where she had lend her support as sniper. He had to admit that it had been hilarious to see their enemies reactions upon realizing their weapons were suddenly jammed by flowers. However his instincts were telling him that something was wrong, very wrong actually. And it didn't take long until his observation haki allowed him a glimpse into the future. A future that would lead to death if he didn't intervene now.

He reached the spot where Hibari was just in time to see the raised blade, ready to strike her down. There was no hesitation or mercy from his side as he brandished his own blade, felling the one who had been closest to the young commander, while the others crumbled under the burst of his haki that had been focused solely on them.

His expression turned from serious into concern as he sheathed gryphon and turned to look at Hibari, who was apologizing to him. The emperor lowered himself down onto one knee beside her, so he wasn't towering over her. "Don't be." She had no need to apologize in his opinion. "You alright? They didn't hurt you did they?"

[little-red-fool]

Can you draw some doodles of true form haarlep? Maybe first meeting Raphael or smth if u want. XD

The real reason Raphael asks Haarlep to take his form.

[faceeeeee]

Second family picture on this blog! Everybody smile📸

[inaconstantstateofchange]

binggeyuan modern!AU based on this prompt where shen yuan and luo binghe live in the same apartment building, but have never met each other. SY is more-or-less his regular shut-in self, and keeps very odd hours, which means that he happens to be wide awake the first time LBH gets back to the apartment building at 3 a.m. after some manner of illicit activity and realizes he doesn't have his fucking entrance key. LBH hits one apartment number after another into the intercom, fully prepared to dazzle his way into getting one of them to open the door for him, but the intercom is old, and people come and go from this building often enough that most people don't bother getting it set up, and he's having no luck.

finally, just as he's about to give up and bully his way onto mobei-jun or sha hualing's couch for the night, someone picks up. he doesn't even remember which specific apartment number it was, he was just entering them mechanically. immediately, LBH pulls on his smoothest affect (sure the intercom has no video, only shitty, garbled audio, but that's no reason to let the universe catch you slipping) and prepares to give the sob story performance of his life. before he can even get a single word out, however, there's a crackly, almost indiscernible "Open!" and he hears the click of the entrance door unlocking before the intercom call is ended. he stares at the intercom for a minute, somewhat wrong-footed, but then shakes himself out of it in time to catch the door before it locks again.

SY, for his part, was broken out of a binge-reading spiral by the intercom call, and fully did not realize how late it had gotten. he assumed he had ordered something that was arriving earlier than expected, and kept an ear out for a knock on his front door from the delivery person for a few minutes, but then got sucked back into the target of his current literary criticism.

the next time LBH gets locked out, he starts in the general number range he remembers striking on the last time, and pays closer attention to the numbers this time. he's curious if his little philanthropist will be so accommodating again. SY orders a lot of packages, okay! the one time he didn't pick up the intercom he had to wait an extra three days for his ultra-rare, limited edition merch, which he will not be going through again. this time, though, when the intercom picks up, LBH is prepared. he starts talking immediately, playing up his stress at being locked out, how sorry he is to be a bother, and how much he really, really appreciates it. SY fully blue screens at this unanticipated display of emotions, blurts something out about how it's not problem and of course he's happy to help out a neighbor in need, then hangs up (after unlocking the entrance, of course). it is perhaps fortunate that the intercom has no video, and thus he can not see the look on LBH's face.

LBH gets more and more consistent pushy with his calls, curious how far this little philanthropist will go for him. he knows his apartment number, of course, he could just knock and introduce himself, but he'd rather let him come to him. LBH starts interjecting little questions here and there, trying to glean any information about his mysterious benefactor. SY, meanwhile, is lighting a daily candle for this poor little bun somewhere in his building, who has truly the worst luck in the entire world! who ever heard of a gang of pickpockets stealing someone's keys not once, but twice in the same week!

LBH gets comfortable with the state of things — as ever, too comfortable. nothing good can last forever. one night, after a long and utterly shitty day, for the first time in ages, he loses his key for real. he's tried to avoid reaching out to SY at any time when he's not 100% in control of himself, but there's nothing for it. he punches in the numbers for the unit he knows by heart at this point, and when it picks up, he sighs tiredly, and waits for SY to speak first. after a moment of silence, the call drops, and the door remains locked. LBH is almost shaken entirely out of his malaise. not even a word? he puts SY's apartment number in again, but this time it doesn't even pick up. he stares at the intercom in unpleasant shock for a few minutes, then punches the wall next to it and leaves. he spends the night on mobei-jun's uncomfortably small couch, staring unseeing at the ceiling above him. at least the other man doesn't ask him any questions.

their easy rapport broken, SY starts to worry when he hasn't heard from his unfortunate little neighbor — maybe he's moved out? hopefully to a place with a more accommodating security system... after a full week, his worry ramps up even higher. he wants to believe his neighbor just found a system to keep track of his keys that works for him, but statistically, it seems unlikely. feeling like the most awkward, overstepping idiot on the planet, he scribbles off a few short notes, and sticks one by the the intercom, one by the mailboxes, and one in the laundry room. his neighbor will have to go at least one of those places, certainly?

to my keyless neighbor - hope you're well! i was worried- if you ever need me, you know where to reach me. you weren't a bother- - XX4

the next time LBH stops by the apartment (he's been avoiding it by couch-hopping as much as possible, to the great aggravation of his friends) he carefully avoids looking at the intercom. as such, it's actually sha hualing who spots the note first. (she bullied her way into an invite to make LBH actually go home.) she crows out a harsh laugh, snatching the note off the wall and holding it up dramatically, cackling about "rom-com shit". LBH isn't really paying attention, until he catches a glimpse of the apartment number at the bottom. eyes flashing, he snatches the note out of her hand, and reads it over once, and then again. after a moment, he turns to sha hualing, and tells her to go home, that he's got plans, actually. she gapes at him for a moment, then scoffs and turns on her heel, flipping him off as she goes. whatever! she didn't want to babysit his mopey ass any longer anyway!

LBH spends a few frozen moments running over his options, torn between calling right now just to see if his philanthropist will pick up this time, and giving himself a chance to freshen up, and maybe make a good enough showing for himself that whatever it was that caused him to be ignored before will never happen again. ultimately, he decides on the latter, but rushes through all his preparations as much as he can while maintaining sufficient attention to detail. he wishes he had the materials to make something truly spectacular, but his apartment is showing his absence over the past week. he settles on a meal that just barely feels sufficient, and finds himself more anxious than he can remember being in years at this point, staring at his philanthropist's apartment door, two levels below his.

he raises his fist to knock, tentatively at first, too quiet to hear, and then once more, louder. a muffled voice comes through the door, and a few moments later, it cracks open to reveal a man just a bit shorter than him, with a rumpled shirt that looks like it has just been haphazardly thrown on and hair that might not have been brushed in days. he's... really cute.

LBH and SY just kind of stare at each other, frozen, for a bit, until LBH proffers the food he's brought, and SY's archaic etiquette subroutines kick in, and he invites LBH in before he can even think about. his immediate wince makes it clear he had not meant to do that, but LBH is not above making a situation work to his advantage, and graciously accepts, stepping into the somewhat cluttered apartment before SY can recover from his slip-up. they still have not exchanged names.

ultimately, they get themselves figured out. LBH introduces himself, and SY follows suit. there's a beat of silence as they both realize that this does not actually clear up anything about how they know each other. LBH finds the words to explain his own part in this are slow to come, so he finally just hands the note, neatly folded, to SY. SY's face colors, but he overcomes it to fussily poke at LBH about how worried he was, when the other just disappeared! LBH stops for a second, hearing that, then slowly responds that it was SY who cut him off first. SY gapes at him, then demands to know when he did a thing like that! he set his intercom call sound to caramelldansen and max volume so he'd be sure not to miss it!

LBH gives him the date, and SY flushes again, then looks away, muttering something unflattering about a "qingge". LBH feels a wash of jealousy, that he's misread the situation and SY is already spoken for, but SY goes on to explain that he had been stuck overnight at the hospital - for nothing major! pretty routine actually! - and the friend that was staying with him must have picked up, then hung up when he couldn't figure out who was calling.

LBH sits back, somewhat at a loss. so it... wasn't because SY was tired of him? SY sputters, waving his hands about. absolutely not! he might be slightly forgetful, but binghe is clearly a wonderful young man and it's not like SY has much else going on in his life!

LBH determines to himself then and there that the only way to ensure such a thing does not happen again is to make sure that he is the one staying with SY the next time he's in the hospital.

[funkyplantguy]

for the prompt asks thing: how about scarian as musicians of some sort?

rubbing my hands together. excellent, excellent - featuring: drummer!scar and singer!grian (meet-cute! kinda)

- now, in all honesty, grian had assumed that the showers would be empty at this time of night. i mean, really, who showered at 3 in the morning on a tuesday night? (freaks, that was who, freaks, and a totally normal insomniac who had maybe been up a touch too late working on his latest music project). plus - he'd never run into anyone in the showers at this time before, at least not this semester. he'd been pretty quick to memorize the bathroom routines of the people on his floor - and then use that knowledge to avoid each and every one of them. he wasn't antisocial, per say, just very busy - and plus, if he was going to be wasting valuable time showering, anyway, he might as well make use of the frankly incredible acoustics in the bathroom. so that's how he found himself here, standing completely naked in the showers, his rendition of some old pop ballad tapering off into loud applause from directly outside his shower stall.

"that was really good!" came the voice (one that grian did not recognize - for better or for worse). "wow! you're an incredible singer." the shock of it all left grian speechless - speechless, and frankly a little incredulous at the nerve of his mysterious audience. really - who stood outside of someone's shower stall just...listening to them sing? what kind of stalker behavior was that? was it a fan who had somehow figured out where he went to college? he did have a fanbase, after all - small, but weirdly dedicated. but no, that didn't make sense - they would have had to have a keycard to get into the building, especially at this time of night when there wasn't really anyone coming. then who...?

a few moments and a hasty pair of pajamas later, grian pulled the stall door open to reveal -

oh.

oh.

sitting in front of him was a man - a very handsome man at that, all wide, green eyes and genuine, toothy smile. a very handsome man in a wheelchair, parked patiently in front of the only wheelchair-accessible shower stall on the whole floor - namely, the stall that grian had been using. hot shame rose in his cheeks as he shuffled out of the way, clutching his shower bag tightly to his chest.

"sorry," he blurted, sheepishly. "i...i, um...there's usually nobody taking showers this late at night during the week, and, uh, i didn't know that you...um...that...that anyone ever used...or needed to use...uh...oh god, sorry. yeah. sorry. i'll leave you to it."

he turned to scamper back to his dorm room, already anticipating the scolding he'd get from his roommate when he recounted the experience the next morning, but the man's loud laughter had him stopping in his tracks (and not because it was the most gorgeous laugh he'd ever heard in his life, no, definitely not that).

"it's okay!" the other affirmed, light eyes twinkling even in the dull florescent lighting. "no worries - i'm scar, by the way. i just moved in this week. had a bit of a late start - the university messed up some of my accommodations and originally had me over in schaffer."

"the dorms at the top of the hill?" grian gawked, his own blunder momentarily forgotten. "how do they expect you to get up and down that every day?" "my question exactly!" scar responded. "apparently, they "didn't think about that", so...here i am. a bit behind the curve, but hey, what can you do." "complain to the dean, frankly." "tried that. he didn't seem to care." "jesus. this place sucks." "you're telling me!"

a silence fell over the two, then, and grian shifted his weight from foot to foot, suddenly feeling...exposed, under the piercing gaze from the other. he felt like scar was taking him apart with his eyes, studying every visible piece of him and stringing together opinions - conclusions - based on what he saw. fleetingly, grian wished that he'd bought that cute, matching pajama set he'd seen when he'd gone shopping with mumbo the week prior.

"anyway," scar started again, smooth voice cutting easily through the tension. "your voice is really good! i play the drums - we should hang sometime! maybe have a jammy session." "i - a...a what?" "a jammy session! y'know, where you get together and jammy out?" "scar, i think you mean jam out. a jam session?"

"oooooh," scar responded, raising a hand to scratch at his cheek. "yeah, that makes more sense. i thought there was something weird about that, but cub said 'no scar, you're right, it's a jammy session'. i should have known better than to trust that rapscallion." "oh! cub? i know cub! he's dating my roommate, mumbo!" "no way! that's so funny - small world! cub's so annoying about mumbo." "yeah, mumbo's annoying about him, too. it's kinda cute." "definitely cute." they fell into silence once more, one thankfully much less tense than the previous. grian found his eyes darting from scar's eyes to his faded t-shirt, to the small scar above his eyebrow, to the way his long, curly hair fell messily over his shoulder - taking in every aspect of his face, taking him apart in the same way that scar had done to him, mere moments earlier. maybe it was the late hour - maybe grian was more tired than he'd thought - but something about this felt like a dream...like he was going to blink and scar would be gone. he found that he didn't want that to happen. he found that he wanted to wake up tomorrow morning and get to hear that laugh again - that loud, joyful laugh - maybe every day for the rest of his life. "a jam session would be nice," he found himself saying. "maybe you can teach me how to play the drums. i'm really rubbish at most instruments, but maybe drums will be the exception?" "sounds great!" scar chirped back, a warm smile settling on his face. "we'll make a drummer out of you yet. hey - here's my number. text me in the morning, and we'll compare schedules. alright?" "yeah - okay, yeah, i'll do that. goodnight, scar." "goodnight, songbird." it was only an hour later, swaddled in blankets and the comfortable sound of mumbo's snoring, that grian realized he'd never given scar his name. ah well. that could be remedied...at a later date.

[strawberryseeded]

I know that the general consensus is that Sukuna thinks Yuuji is boring asf & thats why he ignores him 24/7 (At least that's the impression i get, maybe im totally wrong fjhfhf), and like, Yeah. But i actually headcanon that the "ignoring" part started (and still mostly is) the other way around...? Like. Ok. Literally the second Sukuna understands that he's trapped inside Yuuji's body, that he can't get out, he starts YELLING at him inside his mind. Yuujis's response/reaction?: "Wow this dude sure is annoying" *goes on with his life*

At first Sukuna does try to at least pester Yuuji and the ppl around him by appearing on his skin and saying shit like "When i get out im gonna kill you all👍", but Yuuji straight up SLAPS him and never even answers to any of his threats nor talks to him directly, even talking about him to other people as if Sukuna isn't right there (the blatant disrespect hdgshshjs). The only instances the two of them talk are when Sukuna wants to talk to him; Yuuji just puts up with it. The sole time Yuuji adresses him first is when he asks Sukuna to help Junpei, and even tho Sukuna could have ignored him, he goes out of his way to tell Yuuji 2 go fuk himself (cuz Sukuna is... an asshole lolll).

Another example: At the end of the death paintings arc, Sukuna freaking. Just goes on and on mocking Yuuji and blaming him for what happened to Fushiguro's sister and the other curse's victims (srsly hes super annoying abt it) and the only thing Yuuji replies (and only because he believes it to be true so hes rly upset about it) is Shut up and Dont tell Fushiguro.

After that, during the Shibuya arc, right after killing Mahoraga, the last thing Sukuna does before losing control again is taunt Yuuji because he knows Yuuji will lose his fucking mind. But still, even in this instance and even though Sukuna is the one who caused all this destruction and suffering, Yuuji doesn't say anything back to him, not even to curse/insult him (i could go off on a whole tangent about why but that's not the point of this post).

In the culling game arc, when Angel says she wants to kill The Fallen, Sukuna brings Yuuji to his domain to prevent him from spilling the beans about who he is... and before he even opens his mouth Yuuji straight up says to him "even seeing your face makes me sick wdyw". Sukuna totally ignores this, obviously and goes Haha yeah anyways...

i cud go on lol.

Bottom line... Sure, Sukuna's called Yuuji boring & dull like 85746463636 million times but that's just him severely underestimating his strenght and talent at Jujutsu because Sukuna is a huge Jujutsu otaku BUT i think Sukuna was bored out of his mind inside Yuuji this whole time because Yuuji is the one who was always mercilessly ignoring him.

[sky-is-the-limit]

'Sharp Discipline'

Phillip Graves x F!Reader

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.. 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰.

𝘊𝘞: 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦-𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵!

𝘞𝘊: 3,823 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯��𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮<3

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘬.

𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩��𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮…” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴' 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 ��𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥.

“𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘠/𝘕? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”  𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦.

“𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢�� 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘔𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺-” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘳-” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦,” 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺. “𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦,” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.

𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩����𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘺𝘳𝘶𝘱. 𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 ��𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.

“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦? 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

“𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘮? 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢.

“𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰.” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.

“𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳?” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴' 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘳.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳. “𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵.”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘔𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰��𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵.

𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳.

𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘐𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺.

𝘚𝘰, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱.

𝘜𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱, 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵.

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩�� 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘈𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘺𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

“𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳?” 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴' 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦.

𝘈 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 ��𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵��𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴. 

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 ��𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵.

𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘸. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, “𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺- 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬- 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴-” 

𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩.

𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰��𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱, 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭?” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰. “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶-” 

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪����𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺-𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘮, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴. 

𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬… 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.

𝘈 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵��𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱. 

“𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.” 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘺, 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 

𝘜𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴.

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I've been... Busy 👀

Trying to get all 4 arcs from season 1 into books!

(not available for sale, these are print proofs. I'm planning a Kickstarter early next year!)

[notbadforafailedvessel]

Alcina/Neko!Reader - Part II

Part I

Now that I think about, I could have cut this part in three... because this ended up being incredibly long! But whatever, enjoy it all at once, hehe.

Your presence in Castle Dimitrescu became quite the adventure.

Alcina soon discovers that as long as she was with you, you walked as a human, but if you were wandering on your own (which she clarified you were free to do because it wouldn't be fair to keep you around with nothing to do while she worked), you preferred to turn your hands and feet into paws to move as an animal since in that way, you were nimbler. And since you still weren't familiarized with the place, it was handier.

The first challenge you encounter is with Alcina's daughters.

They aren't happy with having to share their mother's attention with you and they made it fairly obvious.

Alcina never told them you were out of limits, wanting to test your abilities.

To you, she simply said that you do whatever you need to do to protect yourself. Knowing that if you managed to reach any of them or vice versa, you wouldn't cause any real damage beyond their pride.

The girls would never admit it, but they were impressed by your agility and deep down, they enjoyed and had fun with your chases.

Their worst mischief ocurrs when they lure you towards the cellar in their fly form, where they locked you into the darkness, which wasn't really a problem to you since you could see in it, making you aware that the place is filled with monsters like the one that attacked you on your arrival.

Completely ignorant to how important that room was to the lady of the castle, you jumped from barrel to barrel carelessly, kicking many of them towards the floor as you dodged the monsters to take a proper position to attack them, only noticing the spilled liquid that came from them when you slipped in a puddle but it doesn't stops you from recovering quickly to continue with the battle.

Alcina, during a break from work, tunes your heartbeat, standing in the next second when she realizes how accelerated it is, followed by a commotion.

When she finds her daughters cackling in front of the cellar's door, Alcina knows that nothing good could come from it. Growling at them to move, she heads to the cellar.

You feel proud of yourself when the lights turn on and you can witness your achievement, having got rid of the monsters on your own. However, your smile disappears when you see how discontent Alcina looks.

Despite knowing it wasn't your fault, Alcina feels the rage taking her over after watching all the wasted product. In a few long strides she reaches you, taking you by the back of your neck like a cat, lifting you up effortlessly.

You shrink into yourself, immediately reading the mood, trying to become smaller, trembling when she turns her head to you, her features twisted in anger.

It's tempting to retaliate, but despite her wrathful fog, Alcina perceives you trembling with fear, your big eyes widened with distress, shining with unshed tears. And for the first time, such image doesn't suits her well.

She takes a deep breath with closed eyes to calm a bit, and cradles you in your arms in the next second. She waits a moment in that position, trying to give you some sense of security before setting in motion without letting you go.

The girls are waiting outside, almost expectant to see some kind of drama, but Alcina pretends nothing happened, giving them the order to clean up the mess and go find new maidens to recover the losses.

In silence, she takes you to her chamber, placing you at the end of the bed, standing on the edge. You are still tense, unsure what to expect and the silence doesn't do anything to soothe your nerves.

You fidget with your tail. "My Lady, I-"

"Quiet, pet," she silences you with a soft tone. "I can't blame you for this." She holds you by the chin so you look at her. "But after this unfortunate event, I shall make clear that the cellar is now forbidden for you and my daughters' games. I will let them know about this new rule too."

You nod earnestly. "Understood, my Lady."

For a beat she remains serious but then she chuckles. "Time to get you clean, pet." You imagine a bath is coming your way, but with a gloved finger she collects some of the bloodwine in your arm and then put it in her mouth, moaning appreciatively. The sensual act makes you blush. "I can't let this go to waste."

Alcina doesn't asks for consent, at least not verbally. She keeps your eyes on your face, reading your expressions as she undresses you slowly, giving you the time to stop her.

You are not naive to not understand her intentions but you don't even consider to put a stop to it. The most time you spend with her, the most you crave from her.

Once you are naked, she leans down to lick you clean, starting on your neck and working her way down your body, avoiding any part that would make the act sexual instead of simply intimate.

Nonetheless, it makes you tremble with desire, reason why she wraps an arm around your waist when she notices your legs wobble.

Finishing with your body, she puts her free hand on your neck, her fingers on your jaw so she can move your head as it suits her as she licks the bloodwine on your face.

She takes advantage of your gasps to slid her tongue inside your mouth, brushing yours fleetingly as she press her lips against yours.

The contact barely lasts a second but it's enough to add more impact to your already stimulated body. Lightheaded, you wonder if this was some sort of punishment even when she claimed she couldn't blame you for what happened.

Chuckling at your disarranged state, Alcina takes you in her arms once again, finally taking you to the bathroom to bathe you properly.

Alcina lived in a constant state of tenderness and flusteredness because of you.

Luckily for you, her affection for you it's stronger and she only resorts to scolding you or making clear that you can't do whatever it pleases you.

Like she will once this dinner it's over.

You had been invited to join the meals of your Lady and her daughters since the very first day and today wasn't the exception but this time you did something you have never done.

You feel sleepy, due to an exhaustive chasing with the girls that lasted several hours and the food only highlighted such state.

Mother and daughters fall into conversation, Alcina happily listening to the girls' affairs.

You get off the chair, rubbing your eyes to then turn your hands and feet, sitting on your butt with bended legs on the floor next to Alcina's chair, keeping one arm extended in front of you while licking your other paw to groom yourself.

It doesn't take long to feel Alcina's hand on your head, making you push your against her hand enthusiastically.

Her ministrations aren't helpful for your sleepy state and you can only think in the comfort she provides, the warmth that would surround you if you were closer to her.

Without thinking, you hop into her lap, fleetingly nuzzling your face in her neck before lying down in a curled up position, your purring reaching every corner of the room, completely unaware of the women's reactions.

Alcina looks down at you speechless, the hand with which she had been caressing you, hovering idly.

In other circumstances ─ more precisely, in the presence of the Lords and Mother Miranda ─ she would have reacted very different, and the outcome wouldn't have been pleasing for neither of you.

Thankfully, this time she can be reckless. But a serious conversation with you is bound to happen once you wake up.

Alcina cradles your head softly, her thumb brushing one of your ears, making her smile subtly when you smile in your sleep.

Gazing up while her hand rests protectively on the side you had been hurt months ago, she finds her daughters smiling like the cat who ate the canary, and she channels her Lady Dimitrescu persona for a second. "Not a single word." Afterwards, she clears her throat, taking a sip of her wine regally and smiles softly. "Continue, sweet Bela."

You wake up hours later, Alcina's lap no longer your resting place but you are still lying in a comfortable and soft spot, and when you open your eyes, your eyes find your Lady next to you on her bed, leaning against the headboard, reading a book.

"Have you rested well, pet?" She places the book on the nightstand and the glasses she was wearing on top of the book.

You cover your face with your paws while you stretch, then yawn. "Yes, my Lady." Though you scoot towards her with the intention to fall asleep again.

A hand on your shoulder stops you, making you pout and look up with a disgruntled expression.

"There's something I need to speak with you, pet. Something important and that can't wait."

You worry, wondering what could you have done to upset your lady, your mind already overworking with possible scenarios of your dismissal.

"Easy, pet." She shifts to her side to face you, resting on her arm. "Technically, you haven't done anything wrong. But what occurred in the dinner room can't happen again."

You frown, not understanding. If you haven't done anything wrong, why it couldn't happen again?

"At least not whenever it pleases you. You have known Mother Miranda and the other Lords. I have an image to maintain in front of them."

You still remember the day as it had happened yesterday. Your Lady had told you about them before their arrival and after finding out Mother Miranda was a scientist, you wanted to go hide in a room and come out until they were gone.

Alcina warned you to behave, and it had requiere a huge effort not to react in anyway when the leader entered the castle. You were scared and wondered why you had to be there even when Alcina explained that it was better to introduce you than trying to keep a secret from Mother Miranda.

Since your experience with scientists wasn't a good one, you were expecting to be taken away to be studied even when Alcina tried to reassured you that that wouldn't happen.

And your Lady had been right. Mother Miranda had looked at your way once, scrutinizing you up and down as if she was scanning you, capable to find out right in that moment that you weren't fitting for whatever she needed, and she had let out a snort afterwards, making a mocking comment to Alcina about what a good mother she was for getting a kitten for her daughters.

It hurt your pride but she never looked your way after that time, so only for that reason you were able to let it go.

"Do you understand, pet?" There was an edge on her tone, not appreciating having to fish for a response.

"Yes, my Lady." You gazed up. "I would never do that in front of them. I would never do anything to embarrass you," you promised, wanting to be a good thing for her and not a nuisance. "But-" you trailed off, hesitating.

"Speak your mind, pet." Her words might be slightly harsh but she was caressing your jaw with the back of her index finger softly.

"But what about when it's only you and I, my Lady, could I-?"

Alcina ponders for a moment. "Only when I'm not working and you have to wait until I allow you to do it."

You have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, you want to be selfish and take what you want whenever you want to as your nature whispers you to do and what usually gets you in troubles. On the other, you had never known about sincere care and interest for you until you meet your Lady, and you know that's something you won't risk losing.

You nod. "All right, my Lady." You smile and feel your heart fluttering when Alcina grins back at you.

"What a good pet." She buries her face in the crook of you neck, nuzzling your jaw with her head, acting as if she was a cat. She brushes your neck with her lips. "Such a good pet."

You close your eyes when you feel her teeth scraping your skin, knowing what's coming, letting out a whimper when she sinks them in.

Drinking slowly from you, savouring you, Alcina rolls over you, careful not to put all her weight on you, but enough for you to feel a satisfying pressure.

You grasp your Lady's shoulders, digging your claws for her to feel but without breaking her skin, dragging a moan from the woman.

"Mine." She grunts against your neck, making you shiver due to the vibration and the possessiveness she exuded.

Sitting on the couch in Alcina's office with your limbs and tail tucked under your body, resembling a loaf of bread, you stare at the maid who enters after knocking on the door to deliver a package until she leaves the two of you alone once again, hurrying to get out after making quick eye contact with you.

The staff was no longer very fond of you after the day you attacked one of the maids, taking away her life to rip her heart out to gift it to your Lady.

Alcina doesn't react at the box placed on her desk until hours later, once she's done with her work, when you are sleeping lightly. She smiles smugly after opening it.

"Come here, sweet pet."

Despite you are waking up, you are quick and nimble to stand up, transforming your paws to hands and feet, hurrying to your Lady's side. You wait next to her chair, looking up at her expectantly and when she pats her lap with one hand, you climb to straddle her happily.

She strokes your cheek, triggering your purring. "I have a gift for you."

You look down when she presents you the box she's holding for you to see, gasping in awe at the leather choker with the Dimitrescu crest resting proudly in the middle.

You reach out to touch it reverently with your fingertips. "For me?" you ask skeptically, not used to such gestures despite it wasn't the first time your Lady gave you something. Since your arrival, your wardrobe had increased thanks to her. But somehow you knew this was different, and much more valuable.

Alcina hums, taking the choker out of the box, leaving the latter on the desk. "I want you to have something that will always remind you of who you belong to. More importantly, to remind everyone who sets their eyes on you... who you belong to." She puts the choker in your neck, capable to close the clasp without looking at it. A pleasant sensation washing her over at the result.

You follow her hands until she's done with the task, raising your head to look at her. "I-I belong to you, my Lady?" you ask with wonder.

Alcina grins intimidatingly though you know it's not aimed to you. "Of course, pet. My pet. I got you first, you are mine." She wraps her hand around your neck, squeezing softly, not to hurt but as if she was looking to leave the choker's mark on your skin. "You are mine to look after. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to taste. Mine to possess. Mine to do every single thing I want... isn't that right?" She wasn't asking due to uncertainty, simply because she wanted you to voice your surrender to her.

You gulp, momentarily closing your eyes as your body arches towards hers. Alcina's laugh make your ears flutter at the divine sound, and you are overjoyed when she wraps her arm around your waist, soothing your desperation to be closer when she pressed your front against hers, your hands finding her shoulders.

"Yes..." you whisper, your voice trembling but with your next words your tone is louder and firmer. "Yours, my Lady, ever only yours." Your hands slide towards her neck, your fingertips ghosting her jaw.

Alcina raises an eyebrow, almost like she was reading your mind and daring you to do what you wanted to do. And despite knowing there could be consequences for acting before your Lady approved it, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed her punishments because it usually meant keeping you at her side all day, doing things to keep her in a good mood or spend all day aroused.

Even when you were the brattiest and she resorted into something physical and you had trouble sitting comfortably, you never felt unsafe or scared because Alcina carefully keeps an eye on you to be conscious of your limits.

But so far she has never crossed a line, giving you comfort and reassurance afterwards; and you took pleasure in the soreness her hands left in your body, which you considered another way to mark you even when not always it was visible.

So you dare to hold her face in her hands, tilting her head as if you truly could have some control over her. She growls as if annoyed but she smirks before you press your lips against hers.

"I'm yours as much as you are mine, my Lady," you claim conceitedly.

Alcina doesn't denies it. She can't, knowing you are aware because you thrive on all the attention she gives you, noticing how different it is from the one she gives to others. Nonetheless, she narrows her eyes, golden eyes shining with only one purpose.

And when she grabs your ass with her free hand, squeezing it, you know the next following days, every time you sit down, you are going to be reminded of your cheekiness.

But when Alcina kisses you again, taking total control of you with her tongue and lips, you are more than clear that you wouldn't have it any other way.

[meadowlarkx]

join my barren soil

Maglor crafted a shelter in the wilds from a cloak and wood sung to twining. He poured honey he had found on the seeds he boiled and the venison he hunted and cured as summer passed and nights lengthened. When Elves crossed their path, once, to their knowledge—Thingol’s marchwardens, near-invisible in the wood—he did the talking and Maedhros stayed silent, though both shared in the slaying of the few Orc-scouts that crept down from the slopes. Rough-looking Men went by, betimes, along the goat-tracks that wound through the forest, and did not see them, and neither Maedhros nor Maglor stopped them to exchange words.

Maedhros’ body ate and kept watch as one of his father’s mechanisms might move along its grooved course, unable to veer from the purpose for which it had been designed even after the rest of the machine was broken and the maker burned to ash.

Maedhros blamed himself. He was keeping watch when it happened.

My @innumerable-stars gift for @jouissants! Maedhros/Maglor + Bad Guys Made Them Do It | E, 11k | Read here on AO3

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Wahoo ptsd

(ft. my oc, Haru)

[stillness138]

where are characters from the first Hades game now, and some other character-centric theories:

inspired by this post by @thebuttsmcgee

so from the technical test gameplay stream we learned that Chronos straight up took over the underworld and kidnapped not only Hades, but Zagreus and Persephone too. out of the underworlders from the first game, Charon is still doing his thing in secret, Skelly returns in a new coat, the Wretched Broker is back too, and Hypnos is the only other guy from the House who's hiding at Hecate's hub, but he's also fast asleep...

personally, i think Hypnos might be cursed or something like that. Chronos using Hypnos's schtick against him? lose time by sleeping through it all? or maybe he just wakes up a bit later. hell, maybe he's always asleep during the test but not the final game because he would've dropped a spoiler or something.

so what about the rest?

assuming they're not all imprisoned somehow,

-Nyx and Thanatos: they could've fled to Chaos. a narrator's note at the Crossroads says that it houses 'those still loyal to lord Hades', but doesn't necessarily say 'all of them'. Nyx visits Chaos in the first game once their relationship is mended, and like the post i linked said, Than would've probably tried to protect the family and the House for as long as he could. but in the face of no other option, i think Chaos would be a viable place to flee to for the two of them, out of Chronos's reach similarly to the Crossroads. Than also visits the surface though, so maybe he'll show up at the Crossroads at some point? maybe in a plot point, trying to help Mel free Zag and the fam? both of them are important enough to warrant an appearance.

-the Furies: my idea is that all three of them were forced to serve Chronos. they're a very important part of security and upkeep down there, i think he would've wanted the realm's employees on his side. i don't however think they're going to be the bossfight between Asphodel and Tartarus. they, or Meg alone, should have some presence however.

-Sisiphus: it would be kinda cute if the furies went behind Chronos's back and helped to tuck Sisiphus away somewhere safe, given that he is loyal to Zag/the family and maybe that'd mean they were ordered to torture him again. depends on what Chronos's rule over the underworld looks like for the different shades there, but Melinoë speaks to the few that hang around at Crossroads in an almost comforting manner, so i imagine Chronos is trying to rule by fear and get shades on his side that way. Bouldy's gonna be sad, but fine. i hope. but at least a mention would be nice.

-Achilles and Patroclus (and Theseus&Asterius): ...they're probably separated again, aren't they... brainstorming now, i like (pain and) the idea that they're both in Elysium, just not together. because i think Elysium would've risen up as an army of sorts trying to oppose Chronos, given it's all warriors and heroes. separated by war. Nemesis having Stygius with her makes me believe Achilles could be wielding Varatha. additionally, Theseus being forced to step up and put his vanity aside, delicious idea i think. also, Mel arriving to this supposed paradise only to find it in a desolate state. all of them, i think, should be at the very least mentioned too.

-Orpheus and Euridice: they could be both hiding or imprisoned or forced to serve, but. what if this time it's Euridice who's looking for Orpheus. he's at the house and at Chronos's whim, while she makes it to the Crossroads and asks Mel for help. it'd be a shame if they were never heard from again.

-Cerberus: probably locked up with the fam :( orrr he's running wild all around the realm and Chronos is literally incapable of taming him. that would've been fun. Cerberus bossfight tho... nah. no way he wouldn't see something familiar in Mel. but it could be fun too if done right. he definitely has to reappear.

-Dusa: wild theory time but she's hiding in the rafters, spying on Chronos. :D. if the situation is much more dire, she's either also forced to serve, or even banished into Asphodel to be with the other gorgon heads. either way i think she'll pop up again in some capacity.

-House Contractor, Head Chef, Resource Director: probably unwillingly continuing their jobs under Chronos's rule. although the chef might've lost his job, depends if Chronos like, eats normal food. well mostly onions and fish but still. alternatively, the chef will also show up at Crossroads like the Wretched Broker does.

-THE GOOD SHADE from Elysium: okay war hero good shade arc when? i'm sorry, but i love them.

some other ideas, theories and wishes:

-the obvious one is Hera, like many others i also hope she will appear as a major boon giver.

-i have a feeling, however, that Hermes might not. it seems a bit that Artemis and Selene are filling up his role as the little bit specific boon giver, but maybe i'm wrong. Artemis provides crit boons just like in the first game and Selene has a bit more of a Chaos vibe to her. let's see.

-i do think, or would like it if, Chaos shows up, but not as a boon giver. but i believe they would definitely have something to say about Chronos's actions.

-back to Hermes though... there's that sealed staircase that leads upwards from the Crossroads. people have already been theorizing this, but there might seriously be a section of the game taking place on Olympus, or at the very least somewhere under it. still, i don't think Hermes would be a boon giver either if he does appear. i would however like to see him interact with Charon.

-the Fates will, i think, remain obscure, even if Moros has more of a connection to them. maybe they'll be mentioned and explored a bit more, but i wouldn't count on them appearing by themselves.

-i would however like to see at least one more of Nyx's kids. originally, i also hoped Erebus himself ever shows up personified, but i like what they've done with it as a place.

Eris is i'd say the biggest contender, given that she's namedropped in the first game through a weapon aspect and a purchasable item. maybe she's even boss material (again, if Nemesis has the sword, Eris may wield the rail).

-same thinking can be applied to Ariadne (she lives with Dionysus on Olympus, does she not?), Talos (giant robot made by Hephaestus, how cool is that), and Lamia (snake lady with personal history with Zeus and Hera, would even make for a cool boss too i think, although i always viewed her as a more melancholic figure. but i'm just spitballing here). there are also Atlas, Prometheus and other names on Charon's many items, those are less likely to make an appearance imo.

-Talos also obviously has a weapon aspect in the first one, and then there's Chiron. in myth, he is the son of Chronos. the juiciness of that situation, given he has a relationship with Achilles and Patty as well... perhaps he'll be Elysium's miniboss in the spirit of Asterius? or straight up a main boss? or actually a friendly? i really hope they did something with him, the potential is so very there.

-i think Daedalus will remain present just in name and spirit.

-now that i'm on the weapons though, for all we know there might not be such a thing as weapon aspects (at least not tied to specific figures) in Hades 2, but if there are, including hidden aspects, i'd like to see nods to more of other world mythologies/histories/cultures, like Egyptian, Japanese, pre-columbian American or Slavic.

-this brings me to keepsakes and companion plushies, if they're in the game at all and if so, who gives them out.

keepsake-wise, beside the olympians, Hecate is obvious, as well as Odysseus, and Nemesis and Moros are too. Arachne and Skelly also. Charon seems likely, so does Dora. maybe Hypnos if/when he wakes up. Selene, probably.

i'd say, if companions are a thing, it's also up to Nemesis and Moros, Odysseus, maybe Hecate, likely Arachne, and if there's 6 of them like last time, the final one will be from either Dora or someone we haven't seen yet. or Hecate doesn't give one (she's pretty op for a summon) but Skelly does.

-this also ties into romance! it's been deduced a long time ago, right when the trailer came out, that Nemesis and Moros are very likely romanceable. i also see the appeal and potential of romancing Dora, and from the technical test, i like Melinoë's friendship with Artemis. Hypnos's presence at the Crossroads is interesting from this point too, but i wouldn't guess he'll be romanceable if/when he wakes up.

there are more details to speculate about, especially in gameplay and resources (boss room rewards! the equivalent of nectar/ambrosia to give characters!) but i wanted to keep this mainly about the npcs.

honestly curious what other people are saying!

[glacier-shrimp]

Duckies ✨

[rcrisdraws]

Eternally indebted to their Mistress of Sorrow, one bound to heal, preserver of life, the other bound to reap, soother of the last moments, they are both mortal, reincarnating, so that they never forget the peril, the weight and grief of those they are meant to aid.

[doctorwhoarchive]

as someone who absolutely adored Sam/Melissa in Scream 5 while most everyone else was hating on her and her acting, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and can honestly write a whole dissertation on this SO

Melissa was never a bad actress in 5. I’d argue it all comes down to how Sam was written and that she was intentionally a little more stoic. And then, as soon as Melissa had more input on the character and fought to give Sam more complexity in 6, suddenly everyone loved her and was praising her for “getting acing lessons”. Someone doesn’t just improve their acting that much in the few months timespan between when 5 came out and 6 was filmed, she was always that good!

The real reason I’m writing this though is because there’s a certain subtle aspect of Melissa’s acting that I’ve never seen anyone talk about before, but it might just be my favorite thing about her portrayal of Sam. MELISSA’S BODY LANGUAGE ACTING IS INCREDIBLE AND IT’S TIME WE SPEAK ABOUT IT!!

Maybe it’s just the mental illness in me that sees the same things I do in her, but a lot of little things she does/the way she carries herself stick out to me and I love it so much. The way she crosses her arms like she’s closed off whenever something particularly bad or uncomfortable is happening (she does this in shrine scene when Tara catches her talking to Billy, at the police station after Gale is attacked, and in 5 when she begins to tell Tara about finding the diary), the way her leg bounces when she’s nervous/anxious (like when she’s talking to Danny after the ladder scene), the way she fiddles with her hands (like in the scene right after she’s attacked in the hospital in 5), it all really catches my attention and it’s so subtle but perfect.

Melissa’s crushing it as Sam, and was way before everyone finally started appreciating her performance in 6. When I see her do those things I’m like!! I do those exact things too! It may not be a big deal to anybody else and they may not even notice it, but I notice it and absolutely love it and feel seen by it. It just feels like Melissa really put the time, effort, and thought into Sam and her mannerisms to make her a more well-rounded character, and I just think we all need to talk about it more.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

hcs for 60s riddler with a henchmen/goon s/o?

Just started wacthing 60s batman stuff and just

I love him so much hes so silly

"Yes, Boss? <3" 60s Riddler x Henchmen!Reader

Yessss very cute! I have such soft feelings about 60s riddler because he's so fun. I can't stay mad at him.

TW: slightly suggestive

It started as a for-hire gig. You needed the money and he needed an extra hand. He couldn't exactly do all the heavy lifting himself, after all! He's doing more than half the work via his brilliant brain!

At this point in his career, he's used to at least one of his goons (usually a woman) swooning over Batman and his infuriatingly narrow view of justice and righteousness in every heist. Even when they've outright flirted with him! When you seem interested in him and you don't fall for those boy scout charms... That piques his interest.

Even after the first heist goes bust, you come back. That never happens to him! Normally you're all so disposable and you don't want to be involved in a life of crime after turning tables with him, bla bla, some boring drivel- But he notes you further. Then you actually tried to answer his riddle. You got it wrong, but...

It was enough that he focused his attentions and affections towards you shortly after. Twirling you against him and placing a peck against your cheek and whispering sweet nothings as he smoke-bombs the dynamic duo. A daring escape is fitting for just the two of you, no? It's more romantic that way.

Nothing really keeps you apart. His grand mannerisms, his, quite frankly, bat shit ridiculous plans, jail... You two end up meeting in the middle again and again. It eventually gets to the point that he purposely makes sure you get out and not arrested so you can "take care" of his things. Surely this is a grand gesture that doesn't escape your notice. Trust. Vulnerability.

Before you know it, you're staying at his place. He could have waxed poetic on how much he enjoys your company and made puns to poke fun at it. Yet he just smiles and tells you to stay as long as you want. Not-so-subtly encourages you to bring more and more of your things over.

Of course he knows how it looks. The implications of it. Let them talk, pretty thing. You were "his" the moment you took that first job. Anyone who can't see that is a dullard undeserving of your time. He already has a fun little heist set up if anyone gives you grief for it...! He was thinking... sticking their feet to the floor while stealing all their valuables. Get you something nice!

You're no longer a henchman. You're his equal, his partner and the one he'd run away with at a moment's notice. Of course, if you wanted to still call him boss and follow his every order... He won't complain! And then you get that huge laugh, cracking himself up.