𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌—𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗍—𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺’𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.
𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.
[…] 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗑-𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.
“𝖶𝗈𝗐,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽. “𝖶𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖾?”
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽. “𝗬𝗲𝘀. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼.”
“𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝘀.”
[…] 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇.
“𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾,” 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖢𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖬𝖵𝖯 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌—”
“𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅.”
“𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒...”
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽. “𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒.”
“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁...”
“𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱.”
“𝗜𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘅. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻.”
“𝗢𝗵, 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?”
“𝗬𝗲𝘀. 𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝗲—”
“𝗜𝗹𝘆𝗮—”
“𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆, ‘𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿?”
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲.”
“𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗴𝘂𝘆.”
“𝗡𝗼,” 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. “𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”
𝖠𝗇𝖽, 𝗈𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.
“𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁,” 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗦𝗼, 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀, 𝗜’𝗺 𝗶𝗻.”
[…] 𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽? 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.
𝖤𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐—𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀.
“𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾,” 𝖨𝗅𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽. “𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.”
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼. “𝖭𝗈! 𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍. 𝖶𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇.”
