I 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝖬𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾.

"𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋," 𝖨 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. "𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐," 𝖨 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗒 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋. 𝖬𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐? 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀."

𝖨 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖠 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. "𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒," 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 30 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁. 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇.

𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋.

"𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋," 𝖠𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖺𝗆…𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗒.

𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗃𝗈𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 7:00 𝖠𝖬. "𝖴𝗀𝗁, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒," 𝖨 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝗀. 𝖨 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌.

𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍, 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖤𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍.

𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅.

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"𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍!" 𝖸𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖨 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗒.

"𝖮𝗁, 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾," 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖨'𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌.

𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁...𝖭𝗈. 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌…𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌… 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅? 𝖠𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌.

𝖸𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾, 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.

𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾. "𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗁, 𝖱𝗈𝗌𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄! 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌!" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾.

"𝖧𝖾𝗒! 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍!" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈. 𝖬𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇-𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖨 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍-𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾: 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾.

Yvonne Anderson

"If there is a will, there is a way. If there is a Quizlet, there is an A."

𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁. "𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾," 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝖸𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍…𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌!" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾.

"𝖭𝗈, 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍?" 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖨 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗓𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖸𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽. "𝖬𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾! 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌. 𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽!" 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁.

"𝖮𝗁…" 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖨'𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅."

𝖸𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒?"

"𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾. 𝖭𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄," 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗒. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.

"𝖧𝖾𝗁𝖾, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖮𝗁! 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾!" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄.

Rosalie Fernandez

"If you want it, you can have it."

𝖮𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽.

-ˋ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˊ-

𝖬𝖺𝗒 25 2024, 𝖺𝗍 2:59, 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗐𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌. 𝖨 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖸𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍.

𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖬𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽.

"𝖠𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾!" 𝖨 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒.

"𝖶𝗈𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉!" 𝖸𝗏𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝖶𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖠𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗒.

𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖸𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.