dragonbutts

Two Sides of the Same Coin

As expected, Arthur's father hadn't taken the news of the injured lad well. "You brought an unknown man into Camelot's walls! Arthur, I've taught you better than this!"

Arthur resisted rolling his eyes. Barely. He had been standing here for nearly ten minutes now, going back and forth with his father. He was beginning to grow impatient, but he wasn't trying to show it. He tried with his father. "What kind of prince would the people see me as if I had left a man to die?" Arthur asked, the feeling in the fingers he was squeezing tightly behind his back almost gone, "Or, what kind of king would they see you as if you raised your son to be such a way?"

His impatience and annoyance bled into his tone, if King Uther's pinched brow was anything to go by. "Do not take that tone with me!" he said, giving Arthur a warning look, who didn't break eye contact. The young man stood tall and proud, sure of his words, and King Uther noticed. He took pause, whipping his cape out of the way as he sat back down on his throne. "I suppose there is some truth to your words."

Arthur puffed up a little with pride. "Why, thank you, Father," he said, nodding his head in acknowledgment. He knew he was right, but any praise from his father was like a fresh drink of water after a long day of practice. Arthur sought his father's approval like a starved dog sought meat.

"But, that doesn't mean I am thrilled with what you have done. A armed guard will be placed at Gaius' door until we find out more about this man. Once he is awaken and able to move, I want him immediately brought to me. Understood?"

Arthur thought his father was somewhat overreacting, but his father hadn't seen how near-death the young lad had been. "Yes, father," Arthur bowed before he quickly left the throne room. Outside in the hallway, he nearly knocked Morgana down when he ran right into her. "Morgana!" he said in surprise, catching her arm just in time to right her.

Morgana huffed, stepping away and taking her arm from Arthur's grasp. "Did anyone teach you how to walk? Surely one of the servants or caretakers did," she said in a tone of voice that meant she was upset about something else, but was taking it out on Arthur.

"Did anyone teach you to not eavesdrop?" Arthur shot right back, fighting off a grin at the brief flash of shock that crossed Morgana's face.

"I was not- a lady-"

"Of which you are not. Did you hear anything of interest?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips and allowing a smug smile to cross his face.

Morgana huffed again, cheeks darkening. "I was coming to talk to the king myself, and happened to overhear. What of it? I only discovered that the mighty Arthur does have a heart." she teased, her lips twitching upwards.

The smugness left Arthur's body all at once, being replaced by a scowl that was more of a pout. Something that Arthur would not admit to. "Oh, jealous, are you, Morgana? Perhaps you'll grow a heart eventually, though I do not see it happening soon," he brushed pass her, not willing to keep fighting with her. She was taking her frustrations out on him, but it was not as if he didn't do the same. With a shake of his head, he went off to practice with his knights. He doubted the boy was awake, and he had some pent up aggression he needed to get out before checking in. At least his father agreed to care for the stranger, yet how long? Once the stranger was healed, he was indebted to Arthur, thus Uther. It would be the king's decision.

After a few hours of bruising up his knights, Arthur ended up at Gaius' door. If anything, King Uther was a man of his word; an armed guard stood outside the door. Arthur ignored him. He was messy from his practice; he had taken his armor off, yet his hair was sticking from where he ran his hand through it to get it off his sweaty forward. His cheeks were still red from the intensity of his training session, his lips bitten red and chapped. He never went easy. He entered without knocking, for he was the prince. He did not knock in his home... unless it was to his father's chambers. "Gaius! Any improvement-" Arthur stopped in his tracks when he realized the unconscious lad was no longer unconscious, and blinked in surprise. "Well... that answers that, then," he mumbled.

[I'm soooooo sorry for the wait! College and real life really got to me.]

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

location ➤ front gates
interactions ➤ lauren (@Zoey White); npcs; mentions strange singing woman (@RumikoOhara)
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It wasn't uncommon for Ryder to feel overwhelmed. He ran a decent-sized operation in the middle of an apocalypse where not only did they have to worry about getting eaten, but they also had to worry about people putting a bullet in their heads. Being overwhelmed was almost normal at this point. The real trick was how a leader handled being overwhelmed. Before shit hit the fan, Ryder worked an overwhelming job. He had his own business - of course it was overwhelming. He had to make sure his business was the best of the best, not only stayed afloat but was successful, and that he kept everybody in line. This gig? Wasn't too terribly different. He had to make sure his group was the best of the best, not only survived but thrived, and that he kept everybody in line. He had the mindset to deal with all these stressful things going on at once. Natalia, this injured woman, the possibly crazy doctor outside their gates. He was able to keep the tension out of his shoulders, and the stress from causing a hardness to form around his mouth.

Ryder stopped his frown from being too obvious when it was confirmed this was Natalie's idea. That shit wasn't going to fly. He taught her better than that. At the pause, he gave Lauren a once-over, and waved his hand at her. "C'mon, darling, spill the fucking tea," he used his bat like a cane, putting his weight on it and returning his gaze to the injured woman and a fidgety Walter. They did need to speed this up, after all, since that strange woman was about to be at his gate. He didn't like that at all. The gate was well-built, like the walls, of course. He wouldn't let this place be open game, but he still didn't like strangers just waltzing up on horseback singing.

At the mention of the Saint, his eyebrows rose up. He had always been interested in the mysterious person that left angel wings on walls around the city. He clicked his tongue, straightening back up, and chuckling. He smiled so big, his teeth could be briefly seen. "Well, well. You might have saved this woman's life, after all. I would not fucking mind having the Saint as a guest in my oh-so humble home," he gestured around, winking at Lauren. "Fun, indeed, darling. Fun, indeed." his smile slowly dropped, his playfulness giving away to seriousness, going straight back to business.

He pointed his bat at Walter, who immediately straightened up the best he could while having the woman's dead weight on his shoulder. "Bring her to the infirmary. Watch her. I doubt she'll be moving anytime soon, but don't let her out of your sight," he demanded, always mistrusting of newcomers. In this world, one had to be. Honestly, Ryder was mistrustful of everyone before this new world. It benefited him much better in this world. Walter nodded and rushed off to do as Ryder said, heading towards their makeshift infirmary that was stocked with their medical goods.

He turned his attention back to Lauren, and stepped closer to her. "I want the story on what the fuck went down out there later. But, right now, we have to deal with this bullshit outside. You know the drill when a stranger approaches - stay. On. Fucking. Guard." with each word uttered, he motioned at her with his bat, looking her straight in the eye. After a moment, though, he grinned, reaching out to give Lauren's shoulder a quick squeeze, his touch lingering. "You damn well know that, though, don't you, darling?" he didn't bother waiting for acknowledgement, turning around and giving a sharp whistle while spinning his pointed finger up in the air. "Open up the gate!"

The gate was operated by a lever on a platform secured to the top of the gate next to it. Somebody was always there, much like the guards on the watchtowers, to see who went in and out. Of course, there were more exits, but only a selected few knew about those. Two men came up behind Ryder and Lauren, guns drawn, as the gate began to slowly slide open. Ryder didn't bother drawing the pistol on his hip. He had enough firepower around him, and he didn't need to a gun to be intimidating. "It seems like this Doc makes house calls," he said to Lauren, a large grin on his face as he spun his bat before using it like a cane again. He looked very relaxed, not a care in the world, a happy man. He was anything but, though everybody around him would never know that.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

I'm still here as well, and I think C would be best at this point. A smaller, more dedicated cast seems to be the way to go at this point.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

Jessie Donald

_{Interacting with: Mariah Donald}

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Jessie was the last Donald to step foot onto the block, where the smell of food was carried along the summer breeze, and the sound of small chit-chat and children playing circled the block. He really hoped his parents wouldn't notice him trying to pretend he was standing on the sidewalk this whole time, watching the on-goings. It wasn't his fault that this morning, he happened upon an anthill in the backyard. It resulted in him studying the ants with his magnifying glass... and giving them cracker crumbs. He had forgotten that his mom said to make a good first impression, and now there he stood, in a wrinkled white t-shirt with some dirt on it, and jean shorts with some grass stains, his magnifying glass poking out of his back pocket. Maybe nobody would notice... right?

He shifted awkwardly on the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. There were so many new faces, and not many kids around his age. He could feel his heart racing a little, stomach twisting and not from hunger. Actually, he could smell the cooked meat, and it made his nose scrunch up some. Being a vegetarian in a household that ate meat could be really hard, sometimes, but he had been doing it for nearly five years now. He had adjusted by now. He looked around, spotting Dane talking with some cute guy that looked Dane's age. Jessie was too nervous to go over there. What would he talk about to a college-aged stranger? He didn't want that type of pressure. He noticed Julia playing with some kids her age. Was it strange that he would feel more comfortable around the younger kids, than anybody closer to his age, or adults?

Though, his saving grace came in the form of one Mariah Donald. His older sister sought him out, and when Jessie spotted her, it felt like a weight was lifted off of his chest, and he could breath again. She wasn't talking to any intimidating college-aged kids, she wasn't busy playing with kids her age. No, she, maybe, felt as out of place as him. Either way, Jessie grinned big, to the point the sunlight briefly gleamed off of his white teeth.

"Mariah," he fake-scolded, trying to not laugh at her mocking. He hadn't overheard that particular conversation, but he could fill in the blanks. He followed the direction in which she nodded, tilting his head at the woman's plate of food. Honestly, sometimes, his own plate looked like that. It wasn't often there were many vegetarian choices, after all. He just had a lot more salad on his. "Maybe she isn't very hungry..." he said, redirecting his focus onto his older sibling and finally noticing her outfit. He smiled. "You look really nice, by the way," he told her, reaching over to take a dumpling, but then stopping. "Wait... do they have meat?" he asked. Admittedly, they looked pretty good, but he wasn't willing to break almost five years of no meat for one dumpling.

Spliced

Sorry for the wait, school has been keeping me very busy. Will try to get something out this week.

Spliced

Addy nearly rolled her eyes when the other woman spoke to her. Though, she resisted, since she attempted to take the higher road when it came to matters like these. She stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways. Nobody was running up to stop her. She glanced back at the others, and shrugged. "It looks like we may have a little freedom now." she said before she began to walk down the hallway, not waiting for the others.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

location ➤ checking out the crazy singing lady on horseback > front gates
interactions ➤ npcs > lauren (@Zoey White); mentions strange singing woman (@RumikoOhara)
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The instant Ryder's foot met the ground outside of Alek's bar, the grin dropped from his face. Emotions were running wild through him, beating around like hummingbird wings inside his head, but he had to shut it all down. It certainly wasn't the first time he had to push through an overwhelming day, and it certainly wouldn't the last. It came with being a leader of such a large and powerful group, after all. On his way to the tower Clyde was perched on - he could see the idiot looking through his binoculars gawking - his walkie came to life. He stopped mid-step, heart lurching itself into his throat, hoping it was Natalia.

The voice that came through was Robbie's, one of his best scouts, that had went with the group that checked out the first sight of explosions. He sounded winded, panting into the walkie, "Come in, Ryder."

Ryder immediately felt foolish for his reaction, and straightened himself out. He gave a quick glance around, to assure nobody had saw, before bringing the walkie to his mouth. "Well, well, it's about damn time. Quite the shit show out there, gentlemen. Assuming you got caught in the main act?" he said, continuing his walk towards the tower.

"Yes, sir, we did. Barely escaped. We... lost someone." Robbie said, an undertone of sadness in his voice.

"Well, shit," Ryder whispered to himself, shaking his head. He didn't enjoy losing good men and women. But, it was a risk they willingly took when they stepped outside the walls. "Where are you located?" he didn't bother asking who. Just another soldier, lost, in this war against the undead.

"On the other side of town, towards the South. The horde was thick. We're going to follow the mountains and get back that way." Robbie sounded like he managed to catch his breath, and Ryder could hear the crunching of rocks beneath boots. No sounds of a truck, though.

Ryder stopped beside the ladder, his other fingers tightening around the handle of his bat. "Where's the truck?" he asked slowly. When no response immediately came, Ryder whispered into the walkie, "Are you not going to answer my question?"

"Y-yes, sir, I am!" Robbie quickly said, a streak of fear in his voice. Ryder's lips twitched upwards. Ryder didn't get off on causing other people fear or pain, but it was a damn good and effective way to lead. It was obvious he was successful by Robbie's reaction. "We lost the truck. During the escape. Wrecked it. I'm really sorry, Ryder." it all came out in one quick breath.

What the fuck else was going to happen today? "Get back here within an hour. Run if you fucking have to. If you aren't back within an hour..." Ryder let the threat hang; the small scouting group already knew they would be punished for losing one of the trucks. Ryder just wanted to make them sweat more.

Ryder didn't bother waiting or even listening for an answer. He knew he wouldn't see them within an hour unless they managed to find another vehicle, which was highly doubtful. This was part of their punishment for losing the truck. The climb to the top of the tower didn't take long; it was easy to master once one did it for as long as Ryder had. Everybody in the group had to be young, fit and capable of pulling their own weight, or else they weren't allowed to stay. They wouldn't gain points, members weren't allowed to help those they weren't working, and they would just starve or have to leave. Even eating in the mess hall took some points, unless somebody was higher up on the food chain. Like Ryder, Natalia, and Lauren. A couple of others were allowed to eat for free, too, but majority of the group had to pay.

He walked over to Clyde, staring at the man who didn't even realize he was there. Ryder rolled his eyes. He was surrounded by dumbasses. The chair Clyde was sitting on the edge of was a simple folding one, one of the only ones light enough to haul up there easily. The fact the man hadn't heard him coming was beyond Ryder's understanding, but Ryder had quickly learned Clyde wasn't the brightest in the group. He did what he was told, and that was about it. Clyde was balancing the chair on its two front legs, elbows propped on the railing as he looked through the binoculars.

Ryder slammed his foot on the back of the seat, causing a loud bang as the chair was forced to sit on its back legs. Clyde jumped up, whirling around with widened eyes, placing a hand over his heart. "Wow, Ryder! You scared me half to death!" he said, shaking his head, and shakily holding out the binoculars.

Ryder chuckled, leaning his bat against the railing and taking the item. "How you didn't even hear me come up is beyond me, Clyde. Keep that up, you'll be taken off watch duty, and put back in the fields." the leader said, holding the binoculars up to his face.

"O-oh, yes sir, sorry sir!"

Ryder ignored him, searching out the source of supposed singing. He couldn't hear anything, of course, but when he spotted her, he could tell she was singing. "What the hell..." he whispered under his breath.

Somehow, Clyde heard that, but not Ryder coming up the ladder. "I know, right! I wasn't sure I could trust my eyes after seein' 'er!"

"Clyde," Ryder said calmly, and at the man's acknowledgement, he continued, "Shut the fuck up."

"Yes sir!"

Ryder sighed quietly and continued to watch the woman. He wasn't an idiot. That flag meant she could be a doctor. But, again, he wasn't an idiot. It could be a lie. She seemed a little crazy, coming up on horseback, singing. Ryder hadn't seen anything that stupid in a while, and he saw a lot of stupid stuff on a daily basis. He took in what she had on her, from what he could tell. The horse looked nice and healthy. She looked clean and healthy, from what he could tell. There seemed to be a weapon on her back. He felt himself starting to grin. Oh, if only she knew what she was walking into. A lot of people had an issue when they were told to give up all of their weapons, they were checked over twice, then confined until Ryder had a few talks with them and trusted them enough to let them wander around. After it was all over, and they realized how good they had it, though, they sung a different tune.

He observed the woman a couple more minutes before doing a quick sweep of the area. He knew Lauren should be getting back soon. He saw dust picking up in the distance, a small flash like the sun glinting off something metal. Like a truck, perhaps. There Lauren was. He looked back at the woman, just as his and Clyde's walkie came to life. Lauren's voice came through, almost like an echo with the two walkies right next to each other, "Toxo base, this is Lauren and the pick-up truck crew, we're almost back to base and... Who the hell is that?"

He chuckled, grabbing his walkie while still looking through the binoculars. He watched the truck avoid the woman on horseback. "Welcome back, princess," Ryder said into the walkie, eyes still locked on the horse rider. She was growing closer, and soon, she would be at the gates. "We're wondering who the hell that is, as well," he answered as the gate was being opened to allow the truck inside.

He shoved the binoculars back into Clyde's hands. "Keep an eye on that woman. Any funny business, radio immediately," he commanded, and didn't wait for Clyde's acknowledgement as he made his way back down. It didn't take him long to approach the truck that had just rode in. He was walking up in time to see Lauren handing over an injured woman to one of his men. A woman he had never seen before, either. He frowned, waving his bat in the air to catch Lauren's attention. He was relieved to see she had made it back okay, yet he didn't have time to linger in the emotion.

"Hold the fuck up!" he shouted as the man - Walter, if memory served - began to rush off. Walter immediately froze at the sound of Ryder's unhappy tone. Ryder grew closer, eyeing the injured woman, and looked at Lauren. "What the fuck is this? Do you think our fucking medical supplies grow out of the ground or on the trees or some shit?" he demanded, swinging his bat and glaring at each of the three members of the little scouting party. "Whose bright ass idea was it to risk life and limb for a fucking stranger that will only waste our resources?" he eyed Lauren, highly doubting it was her, leaving only one answer. Natalia had said to get that woman help. He'd have to have a long talk with her once she got back, because she would get back.

This Town of Ours

Location ➣ The church
Interactions ➢ Wyatt Carver (@Helo) and Luca Petulengro (@Metronome)
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While Father Luca went to dig something out of a cool-looking chest, Lilith helped herself to another biscuit. Those, plus her coffee, were helping her feel more human on this cold morning. It was also making her feel warmer. She loosened her scarf a little, keeping her jacket closed so her guns wouldn't be noticeable. She wasn't sure how the father would feel if he knew she was packing. She had already cursed in the church. She wasn't going to push it. She didn't want a face full of holy water or to have a Bible hit her in the forehead like a palm.

She scoffed into her coffee at the mention of the woods, eyes glancing up at Father Luce. "Of course it's the woods. It's always the woods." she grumbled, though it was loud enough for the others to hear.

When the map was in Wyatt's hand, Lilith slid up behind him, making some noise so he was aware of it. Hunters had good reflexes, and she didn't want an elbow to the gut. She would spill her coffee, after all. She got on her tiptoes to look over his shoulder at the map, not realizing how close she had gotten. She hummed a little, studying it. She was starting to think this wouldn't be too hard. Usually, small towns had people who were willing to talk about newcomers, or anything strange.

When the map was actually shown to her, she danced a few steps away from Wyatt, getting a better look at it. Lilith grinned at Wyatt's question. "Oh, Wyatt. I ain't lettin' you get away from me that easy. We haven't hunted together in a long while, have we?" she said, but her grin slowly dropped. She sighed, rolling her eyes to the high ceiling. "Though, we would get more done if we split... if we do, I'll miss ya, Wyatt," she dramatically sniffed and dabbed at her eyes, turning away from the other hunter.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Shit, I'm a slut for this. I'm all over it.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

Jessie Donald

Jesslyn “Jessie" Donald

𝟷𝟼 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟽, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚢. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝.

"𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖." ― 𝙰.𝙰. 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚗𝚎

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚜. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚑, 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. "𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜?" "𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚍𝚞𝚑." 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍.

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝-𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙾𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊 "𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎" 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞?" 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜.

𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚏 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, "𝙰 𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝."

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕-𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚝 - 𝚍𝚘𝚐, 𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 - 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 environment 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢-𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗; 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝; 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜; 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜; 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 (𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢-𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝). 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔-𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙱𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝-𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙰𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗.

𝙱𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢-𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜.

𝙰𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 • Dad

"𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜... 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝."
𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚘. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚘 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 • 𝙼𝚘𝚖

"𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚐𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍! 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗! 𝙾𝚛, 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊!"
𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎-𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 (𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜). 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 • 𝙾𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

"𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕! 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢... 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢! 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜."
𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙.

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 • 𝙾𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

"𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕! 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚝, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝟾𝟻𝟶 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝!"
𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 "𝚝𝚘𝚢" 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚍.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 • 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

"𝙰𝚠𝚠, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎... 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊! 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑... 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗! 𝙸𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚘! 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚙; 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝."
𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘. 𝙱𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.