ɴᴀᴍʜᴇᴇ 🍓ྀི

ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜɴᴏ:

𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

ɴᴇᴋᴏᴍᴀ:

𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗂

ꜱʜɪʀɪᴛᴏɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:

𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒!

ꜱᴇɪᴊᴏʜ:

𝗈𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴇᴄʜ:

ɪɴᴀʀɪᴢᴀᴋɪ:

𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉!𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗑 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ꜰᴜᴋᴏʀᴀᴅᴀɴɪ:

── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗎𝗒𝗎𝗄𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌..𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗎𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉.

“..𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗅?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍?

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽.

“𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋..” 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝗁𝗆𝗆..𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝗂’𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋.

“𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂’𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.” 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄..𝗀’𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝗒/𝗇)..” 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖺𝗐𝗇. “𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾..𝗒𝗈𝗎..”

𝖮𝖬𝖦 𝖳𝖸𝖲𝖬 ??? 𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖲 𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖮 𝖨𝖳..𝖨 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖨 𝖣𝖨𝖣 𝖴𝖱 𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖠 𝖩𝖴𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤..

“𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄!”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗌 #13, 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾.

𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.

“𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺! 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈!” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗄𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇..𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍. 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗇.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇..𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖿 𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾.

𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽.

𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾..𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗇𝗈. 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺! 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍. 2 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌..

“𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 ‘𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎? 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗂’𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒!” 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

“𝗈𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻.” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁-𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“..𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌. 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇.” 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾.

‘𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝗁𝖾𝗋! 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂’𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾..?”

“𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾..”

𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌.

𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌.

—- 𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅.

—- 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌..𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌.

—- 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈. 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.

—- 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒. 𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅.

—- 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍.

𝗍𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄. 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾- 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅- 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒. 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾..𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. “𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾?”

“𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗈..𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖾- 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇.

𝗍𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄..𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

“𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗆𝖾..𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇-𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅.”

𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌. “𝗇𝗈..𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾..𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽- 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

“𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒. 𝖼’𝗆𝗈𝗇.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍..𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅. 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅.

“𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝖾.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽..𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

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[𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽!]

—- 𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

—- 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍 - 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. “𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇.

—- 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

—- 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗌 (𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾).

—- “𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉..𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎..” 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌. “𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍..𝗎𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗁..”

—- 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉.

—- “𝗁𝖾𝗒..𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽? 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗉?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. “𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍..𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗆’𝖾𝗋𝖾..”

—- 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

—- 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝖺𝖼𝗍” 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗉, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.

—- 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗒𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍.

𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁!

—- 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇!”

—- 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾..𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌.

—- 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗆!

—- 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽. 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

—- 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗒.

𝗄ō𝗍𝖺𝗋ō 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍. 𝗂 (𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒) 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅.

𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒. 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌.

𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 100% 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. (𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋). 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗒. 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗀.

𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖲𝖮 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒. 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍!

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋ū 𝗈𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇.

𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾- 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 100%, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 96%, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 100%.

𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋ū 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋ū 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋.

𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖸 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾.

𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 stupid 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋ū 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

“𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌! 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!” 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗐𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌.

𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄-

“ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.

𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. “𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.”

“𝗐𝗁𝗒?”

“..𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

“𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍.”

“𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗅.”

“𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾? 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾?”

“𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍.”

“𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍-“

“𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 [𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾] 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. “𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅- 𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗋- 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍!”

𝗈𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋ū 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅? 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.“..𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅. 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾.”

𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄.

“𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋ū. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽.𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍.

(𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎)

𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾!

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.

𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐/𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼. 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎!

𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌..

he’s a cornball and a nerd. i live for canon kuroo anyday.

in japan, teen dating culture is different. formal love confessions called kokuhaku.

𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝖺𝗄𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝖻𝖿!𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒.

𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅.

“𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 12 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗌.” 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒.

𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗆. 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍.

𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.

“𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽! 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁.”

𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.