#<< I hope it's okay to call you that!

[blossomingwaters]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!

Making people happy!

My Family

My Friends

Dreaming up stories

Reading!

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji goes to Lotus Pier (No relation to the AU of the same name)

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[queerdraws]

projecting on luffy again. get bited.

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

[napping-sapphic]

I just want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel safe like even when we’re angry or sad or upset i just want to know that both of us are still going to be okay

[ninyard]

exy fans on Twitter + the hypothetical leaking of Jean’s freshman year

(thank you anon for the idea)

[verflares]

collection of some loz origin au stuff i've been chipping away at for awhile now ^_^ with a healthy amount of dunmeshi insp for good measure LOL (the ooccoo isnt relevant she's just here for size comparison purposes)

feat my beloved good friend @linkvcr's hylia design also. because i am obsessed with her and you should be too 🫵

[rodolfoparras]

Why are Price's tiddies so big??? Are they full of milk??? Are you not milking him properly??? Could I help milk him??? I promise I won't breed him 🙏 I mean that promise I do not wanna be a dad he is not gonna get bred

Okay but what about Price sucking on your tits….

Pairing: John Price x Male reader

cw: 18+ male breastfeeding, breastfeeding kink, it really is just price sucking your tits no lactation or anything, dom male reader, sub price

Dedicated to Elijah because he gets it @lieutnt

Thinking about Price laying on your lap, head cradled in your hand, fingers tentatively scratching at his scalp, while you watch the tension slowly seep out of him.

It’s been a busy week, with paperwork that never seems to stop piling up, recruits that keep leaving messes for him to clean up and on top of that he hasn’t properly seen you all week except for the couple of minutes before he left for work or before he fell asleep.

It’s safe to say he’s a bit tense and you’ve done everything in your power to help him relax yet nothing seems to be helping.

It wasn’t until you had him sprawled out on your lap, his head in your hand, and lips brushing over your pec that you saw a change on his face.

That’s when you got an idea.

Your thumb grazes his bottom lip before gently clasping his chin and nudging him closer towards bare skin.

There’s visible heat creeping up his face, a choked sound escaping his chest before he leans in to deliver a tentative lick to your pec.

His gaze meets yours, looking at you as if he’s expecting the worst only to be met with your soft smile as you nudge him closer to you.

Price doesn’t waste a second before he delivers another tentative lick, this time dragging his tongue slowly across the sensitive skin as a contented hum escapes his lips.

“There it is,” you breathe out, feeling the tension leave your body as well as you fully relax onto the mattress.

The feeling of his mouth wasn’t unpleasant by any means and it wasn’t the first time you were doing something like this but it certainly was the first time doing it without any sex involved.

You didn't mind though, didn’t need an explanation, not when he looks so relaxed like this; eyes half lidded cheeks dusted pink contented sounds escaping his puffy red lips.

The man continues to deliver experimental licks, sharp tongues dragging across the small mound and leaving it covered in spit, sending pleasurable sensations running through your body whenever his hot breath washes over the slick skin.

“Hah,” you grunt out, feeling your toes curl and head tip back.

Price doesn’t seem too bothered with the sudden commotion as he continues licking and mouthing at the now puffy numb before he finally latches on.

“Fuck!” You grout out, the hand in his hair turning rough as you yank at the sandy strands “Just like that love,” you say, and pull the other man closer to you.

Price seems just as eager to get close, slinging one leg over your waist to further scoot into your arms while a hand clutches onto your shoulder as if trying to prevent you from escaping his grasp.

You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face as you look down at the man who seems so docile in your embrace.

Despite the furrowed brows and the way his fingers are practically digging into your skin the tension from earlier seems to be completely gone from his body, as he continues vigorously sucking”doing so well for me John,”

For a brief moment there aren’t any words exchanged, just a comfortable silence, while one hands cards through his hair, as the other gently caresses his bare skin,

The repeated suckling motion almost lulls you to sleep, eyelids growing heavy as you feel yourself sink further into the sheets and upon looking down at the older man you can see he’s also dozing off, eyes fluttering shut, lips slipping from your nipple as soft snores roll off of his tongue,

Goodnight John.

[victoria-grimesss]

tear you apart - part I

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->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 2.2k

->Warning: sexual thoughts, use of Y/N, close proximity, and tension, eventual smut

->Summary: König is kinda mean, dark and a little possessive but it’s all in good fun! A new girl catches the colonel's eyes, and he won’t let her go. Inspired by my favorite song Tear you Apart by She Wants Revenge.

->A/N: please let me know what ya’ll think, this is my first time writing anything spicy so im open to feedback. Also my requests are always open :)

The base is cold as it should be at this time of year, you transferred from the states to the Austrian KorTac base against your own wishes, you are a specialized stealth agent that the higher ups thought could be a valued member to the KorTac team. Wishing to be back in the sun but alas your new skies are clouded and mean.

It is what it is, you thought to yourself, lacing your boots, and emerging from your room. It’s always a weird adjustment process when you transfer to a new base, learning the way around like learning a new maze each time. The people were friendly enough although you didn’t know if it was because you were a new soldier or just because you were a new pretty face around that hadn’t heard any rumors about the seedy guys and their proclivities.

Altogether you have heard one rumor,

One big, tall, menacing rumor.

König

“The king”

Curiosity killed the cat and God help you, all you wanted was to know if what they said was true. Before you left for transfer you heard whispers when they found out where you were going.

“She’ll be miserable under his watch.”

“He’ll have her running laps and doing reps the first day for sure.”

“He’ll eat her alive.”

 “He’ll eat her alive.”

 Did these whispers make her shiver? Yes

Did these whispers make her restless? Yes

Did these whispers make her ache in anticipation? Absolutely.

 It’s been a long while since the last body occupied her bed, a touch a century ago, a kiss eons ago. All these fairy tales about this big, tall strong man that could throw her two football fields didn’t help her desperation at all.

She knew these thoughts weren’t appropriate, sleeping with a superior was frowned upon. He was probably married and happy, men like that don’t stay on the market for long. And from the stories she heard she obviously has no shot with him.

She rounded a corner from the barracks and exited to the outside courtyard, the air nipping at her skin. Dark clouds looms and the trees are barren of leaves ready for life anew. Approaching the main building the smell of sweat and metal entered her nose making way to the meeting room.

——

The debriefing was the same as all the others, the captain explaining what to do and who goes where. She nearly fell asleep until the doorknob turned, that’s weird, usually people don’t barge into these things halfway through… unless they’re king of the castle.

He enters the room, his aura dominating those around him. His stature is something to behold, well over six feet of pure muscle. He could break me over his knee like a glowstick and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it…

He stalks into the room greeting the captain, his voice it deep and dark and you want to hear more of it.

His gear makes him all that bulkier, his mask concealing his face and yea, if I were the enemy and I saw him running towards me I would definitely shit my pants.

He stands at the front of the room observing everyone in it and maintaining concentration on the presentation the captain is giving for the next mission. You try your hardest to maintain the same concentration but he’s just so tall and all the rumors are true he’s an enigma. You find your eyes drinking him in, from his shoes to the metal plates on his shins, to his..oh god… his broad broad shoulders. You imagine taking your hands and tracing over them feeling the thick muscles underneath his war-torn skin as you bring your hands lower-

 He shifts in place.

 Your eyes quickly dart away then to his eyes, his eyes locked on yours like a predator watching his prey.

You immediately break into a sweat, his eyes like a spotlight and they don’t move from you.

You look again to see if he’s still looking, he tilts his head a bit to the side and raises an eyebrow teasingly. Shit. oh no he’s hot. Like really hot.

Shifting in your seat, nervous beads of sweat dripping down your neck, the meeting is coming to a close and people start tucking in their chairs. König is still standing by the door, his eyes still locked on yours, I wonder what he’s thinking. I mean, surely if he’s a married man he wouldn’t be looking at me so hard….right? Maybe no one told him you were transferring so he’s just confused on who the fuck is this new girl in here I didn’t approve this. By now most of everyone has left the room, the projector is turned off, the map put away, the captain gone. You move your gaze to the floor and get up and tuck in your chair, clearing your throat, now realizing how eerily quiet the room is and you haven’t heard König make a noise since he greeted the captain. You make your way to the door, preparing to walk by him and out of the room.

An arm shoots out to block the doorway and you are forced to stop dead in your tracks keeping your eyes dead set on the long dark hallway in front of you.

“Your name soldier.” He barks, his voice smooth and dark like black coffee. The sweat beads up again and you know for a fact your face is growing hot.

“Y/N, sir.” You straighten your back and maintain my straight state.

He leans down. You can tell he’s looking at you and you raise your eyes to meet his and your heart is racing a million miles an hour and nerves are on fire you breath is uneven and you know he knows, I mean who wouldn’t be uneasy this close to him.

“I-I’m the transfer from the states sir, from the stealth unit.”

“I know who you are hübsches Mädchen, read your file. Approved your transfer myself.”

He replied, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s even more intimidating this close but something deep within you wants to reach out to him and quell this thirst for his touch.

“I appreciate you thinking me worthy to serve on this team, I won’t let you down.” You affirm with the little strength you have left. His gaze is piercing but intoxicating all the same.

He removes his hand slowly from the doorframe and straightens his back standing at his full height again. His begins again,

“Training at 0700 tomorrow morning be there, I’d like to see you demonstrate some maneuvers see if you need any additional training. I will be watching closely, do not disappoint me.” His arms are crossed now and he’s even larger than before.

“Yes, of course sir, I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to it.” His tone is light now, maybe even teasing.

You swear you saw him wink but maybe it was just the lighting and how it hit his mask.

“Well run along kleiner Hase; you need your beauty sleep after all.” He motions to the hallway and you take quick steps back to your room, cheeks still hot and breath still quick. It was going to be difficult to have him as your commanding officer.

——

Sleep didn’t come easy, tossing and turning and thinking about the way König devoured you with his eyes made you sweat and frankly being that close to him and replaying that moment over and over again didn’t help with your insomnia. You thought of him a lot that night, more than once, enough to make your hand cramp up. By the time it was daylight you were running off 4 hours of sleep and a large coffee you picked up from the mess hall. You trudged your way over to the main building again where the gym and training room was, once again passing through the courtyard.

The trees are still barren, and you almost slip on the sleet left on the pathway cursing to yourself and hoping to god no one saw.

The gym smells musty, the air vents clearly working overtime since the gym has some activity. A couple groups of pairs work on sparing on the far side and others work out alone. You walk over to the mats and stand to the side watching the two pairs fight for the upper hand, takedown training great, you knew how to do it most of the time on missions you were equipped with a silenced pistol and other quieter tools. Stealth takedowns are your forte but it can’t hurts to get more practice with face to face takedowns.

The fight with the two are done and you were too busy thinking to hear your voice being called.”

“Sergeant L/N!, to the mat.” König barked, his authority shaking the ground, not the best first impression on training day.

You apologize quickly and step onto the mat, your opponent being someone a bit taller than you but not by much, a weight to weight equal, should be easy enough.

König’s eyes watch you as you grapple with the opponent twisting his arm and throwing him over your shoulder onto the mat, you brace your knee on his neck and apply a small amount of pressure, the opponent taps out. He won’t lie, König felt his pants get tight from seeing you work so effectively. Your work is certainly good, he won’t lie, taking down someone so easily.

“Again, another.” He barks once more, his accent thick.

You take down another three opponents, you clearly are growing restless from the muscle exertion and signal to take a break. König watches with amusement.

“A break? What if this was real combat kleiner Hase, will you beg your advisories to adjourn their dissatisfaction for you? Beg them for a time out?” By now he’s stepped onto the mat with you, today he’s shed the outer layer of his gear just wearing his mask and usual military uniform, he still looks just as hot.

“There’s no time for breaks out there as you know, and when you come up with a larger enemy you must be able to take them down as well.”

Fuck.

He wants you to take HIM down, your muscles are already weak from the last three fights he surly knows you’ve exerted yourself right? Right?!

“Go on schatz, I’ll let you make the first move.” His voice has an edge of teasing to it and you want to rip off his mask and see the smirk you know he’s displaying.

You huff

“Very well sir.”

You move to grapple his middle trying to take out his legs, he’s sturdy like a tree and you think if you can take out his legs he’ll go down like one. He budges only slightly when you hit on a pressure point and just when he’s moving and you think you’ve gain the upper hand he sweeps your legs from underneath you and has you pinned. Your wrists are bound by one of his hands above you head and he’s got both of his very thick thighs straddling you.

Your face grows hot at your defeat, especially all your other coworkers seeing it too. But it burns even hotter when he comes down close to your ear and whispers to you,

“You look very pretty underneath me schatz, so pretty when you are short of breath.” He laughs, that bastard.

You can’t admit it but your panties grow damp at his words and your body is on fire, although to those around you it just looks like you’ve over exerted yourself with a tad too much training.

König stand, his height from down here is astonishing. He reaches a hand down and lifts you to your feet but he’s so strong you accidentally collide with his chest before taking a quick step back. You mumble an apology.

“You fight well L/N, no doubt you will be a fine addition to this team. Although you will need to know how to take down large adversaries so I can help you with additional training of course.”

He holds his hand for you to shake it and you meet him halfway, his large hand grips yours and you get a flashback to feeling it wrapped tightly around your wrists, you shiver.

König’s gaze casts down upon you, no woman has yet to capture his attention the way you have. Many have tried. Thrown themselves at him in an unsavory manner, but you, oh you’re different. He admires the way you speak to him, although not many words have been exchanged between the two of you he prays there are more.

Your hair, your eyes, your body, all of it has entranced him and the moment he laid eyes on you, the others know. The way his gaze is steady and dark on you the others know you’re off limits. He yearns to learn more of you, to hear of your history as he strips your clothes off one article at a time under the dim lights of his office. He must be patient though. You are like a deer, scared in the spotlight and he must not spook you, he stands still until you come to him. For now he stares.

[skyrigel]

Omg stawp🤧I’m glad they made you happy 🥹💖 I need sweetheart simon rn😩🌸

“Siiiiiiii-monnnnnn! I am tireeddddd” You slurred and giggled at how horrible it sounded, Simon just rolled his eyes fondly before grabbing your purse and standing up.

“tis’ past Mrs. Riley's bedtime.” He said smugly, snatching away the drink you almost got your hands on, Gaz drank it instead.

“Sleep well Mrs.Riley !” Soap raised his glass, wiggling his eyebrows the way Ghost hated.

“Tread carefully, he's not liking it.” Pince admitted, clapping an arm around Soap, watching dizzily at the whole affair.

“But you just started !”

Simon pulled you closer to him.

“She has work tommorow and will wake up all grumpy and moody, while I love her—”

“There are children here.” Soap stated, smirking at Pince who flashed him the bird.

“—like that but she's not gonna like being mean at her job, my ray of sunshine and I love meanie her—”

“You guys should really get a room.” Gaz dodged the glare Simon shooted.

“fuck it, let's go love.”

Ignoring them all, while you waved sloppily at them, like there would be no tommorow and John equally matching your freak.

Simon practically carried you out of the bar, one hand holding your high heels and sling bag while other wrapped around your waist.

“Baby, can we dance ?” You wiggled out and would have smashed your head if it weren't Simon who held you against him.

“Aren't you tired cupcake ?” He suggested, opening the car door and tossing in your belongings before clasping both of your hands in his veing big ones.

“Yeah. Right.” You blinked, then beamed, “But let's dance !” you added pulling him.

Simon shrugged, watching you with his fond head tilt, the one he had only for you.

“If you dance with me —” You lowered your voice to a whisper, cupping his face, “—I'll marry you.”

Simon's lips quirked, his lower voice tone was rapsier and more sexy, “Would ave’ take ya’ offer but am already married.”

He flashed his wedding band to you, taking in the frown you immediately descended in.

You blinked more and then looked at your hand, cupping his rough face.

“Same same.” You murmured, His cheeks flushed, nodding along, “samesame” He chimed, then.

“What a coincidence.” Simon blushed.

“Dance with me tonight.” You pouted, staring up from your mascara stained lashes.

“Wouldn’t ya’ husband mind ?”

“Wouldn’t my husband mind ?” You repeated, drunkish and everything mingled, like a spectrum, high and low all along.

“I don't think so.” He grinned, taking your fingers and bringing them on top of your head, twirling you once.

“Your wifey lovely ?” You asked, feeling giddy by the second twirl.

“Very.” Simon smiled, kissing your forehead.

Masterlist

[beaulesbian]

One Piece ep. 260 || "Even a monster like him isn't the leader of the group?"

+ bonus

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

jin guangshan and lan qiren yaoi perhaps? since their shapes create a perfect balance?

Two old men perform worlds first successful 96.

[616witch]

Comic books... You know, illustrated magazines made up of narrative artwork accompanied by dialogue and descriptive prose.

[sky-is-the-limit]

Hi Oli💜

I'm not sure if your requests are open but PLEASE, if you're ever down to do an Alex Keller x plus size f!reader smut with the man being an absolute munch .

I will combust, there is literally nothing with this man :( Hook a fandom up Master.

There's no hurry to do this now, it's definitely at your convenience and if you're inspired to🫰🏼

Thank you!

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘺? 🤭

'Favourite Dish'

Alex Keller x F!Reader

𝘊𝘞: 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘖𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘙)

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𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴.

''𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.'' 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳�� 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘒𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 '𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴' 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘈𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.

𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦.

''𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.'' 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢.”

''𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦- 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹..'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

''𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭?'' 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘶��𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

''𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥-'' 𝘍𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴.

𝘈 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 ''𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺? 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.''

''𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴.'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭.

''𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘮?'' 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵�� 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

''𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹..'' 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺.

''𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘠/𝘕?'' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

''𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦-'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦.

''𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘮'𝘢𝘮.'' 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘧𝘶𝘭.

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦.

''𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹- 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭-'' 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

''𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.'' 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘩, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵.

𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦.

''𝘎𝘰𝘥- 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦-'' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘢.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱.

''𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬-'' 𝘔𝘦𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘧, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵.

''𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺-'' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘣 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩-𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭-𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴.

𝘞𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩.

''𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?'' 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦.

''𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴?'' 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴.

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