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𝓣𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖠 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.
𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗋
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾,
𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇
𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾-𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒
𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽
𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗒
𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌, “𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋...𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾
𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌?” 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋.
𝓢𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽
𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽,
“𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍…” 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼
𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾.
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖧-𝖧𝖾𝗒!! 𝖮𝖸!! 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇!!”
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍.
“𝓘 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽,
𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗋. “𝖧𝖾𝗒! 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽
𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇
𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌. “𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖪 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒.
“𝓨𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅
𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗆-𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽
𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇’𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗍. “𝖥𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗇𝖾.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽
𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍
𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗂𝗇
𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 ‘𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾’ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ‘𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋’ 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝗌, 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗌, 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇
𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾
𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇,
𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒.
𝓐 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽
𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽
𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅
𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍
𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾.
𝖣𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍...𝗀𝖾𝗆𝗌? 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇
𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋, 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌.
𝓣𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒
𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍...𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒...𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆. 𝖫𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇
𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌, 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿
𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗉-𝖽𝗈, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌…
𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗀
𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉. “𝖳𝗁𝖾...𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.
“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌…? 𝖶𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾...𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌?”
𝓐 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾
𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽
𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗁. 𝖠𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾.
𝖠 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾
...𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗀𝗀-𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗈𝖽𝖾.
𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝗌
𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅
𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁,
𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 ‘𝖾𝖾𝗉’.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗒. 𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌, 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗑𝗍
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇’𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾
𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋
𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.
𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 _____
𝔊𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 ___ 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
ℭ𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔟𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
ℌ𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌.
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 ‘𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍’? 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄…’𝗈𝗎𝗋’? ‘𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋’? 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌.
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒. 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋; 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇? 𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗋? 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍
𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾...𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍
𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾.
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