#Work

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

[temerityofthesea]

muttering this like a prayer at the office

daily affirmations

I know why i am like this and i will never do anything about it

Psychologists could never help meee

[ellecove]

Immersive gaming

[bestoftweets]

[followthebluebell]

She's 85% fluff. You pet her and your hand sinks up to the wrist.

[im-a-broken-jar]

[Image Description:

A post by A.S.L. @/scraptown79 that reads, "I build powerlines for a living, and I make a good, union, wage. If a bunch of burger flippers started earning the same wages and benefits that I make, dude... I'd be celebrating with them and their families! Working people are my people! Their win is my win!"

/End I.D.]

[xrayanim]

My 2025 demo reel! I haven't made a reel since 2017, so it was very difficult, but exciting to choose from the extensive catalog of work I've done throughout the years 💀

[tastefullyoffensive]

32 People Share What Happens When You Dare To Take A Full Week Off In America

[siddlaw]

I was talking to my assistant manager this week who said someone on our team is having difficulty writing emails with empathy. So he told her to use AI.

I stared at him and asked if he really told someone to use AI to create empathy.

A pigeon couldn't pretend to give a crap.

A good rule of thumb for AI is "would you trust a trained pigeon to do this?"

"We trained a pigeon to recognise cancerous cell clusters and somehow they're really good at it" okay great, that's something that could plausibly be a thing.

"We trained a pigeon to recognise good CV:s and left it in charge of sorting through all our job applications" uh perhaps consider not doing that.

[thepersonalwords]

What you work for, you will receive.

Debasish Mridha M.D.

[dutchdude]

[lowkeloki]

[unbossed]

Once they put you out into the streets you can then be arrested when you inevitably "camp" illegally. Once imprisoned for that you can then be forced to labor for a for-profit company who "hires" you from the prison for a fraction of the wage they'd pay otherwise, and which you might not even get. It's all just part of a campaign to reduce "labor costs" for the capitalists.

Source

“Rent prices have exceeded income gains by 325 percent”

[memingoapp]

Not what I applied for

[ilomio]

OBSESSION

⋅ᯓpairing: 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗑 (𝗒/𝗇) 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

⋅ᯓgenre: vignette, psychology, toxic love

⋅ᯓwarnings: mention obsession, pyschological illness, mental hospital

⋅ᯓw/c: 𝟩𝟢𝟤

⋅ᯓsynopsis: your obsessive ex Lee Minho escapes from the hospital to come see you. even if he seems to have recovered, who can be sure of that?

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗎𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖱𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽—𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽-𝖺𝗇𝖽-𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌—𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗈, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍.

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈—𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄—𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾? 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ��𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺? 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽,

“𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀?”

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

“𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈, 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈!” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

“𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉” 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋.

“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽.

𝖧𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

“𝖨 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋!”

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄.

“𝖦𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾—𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.”

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋.

“𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.