𝙻𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚅
𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎... 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛... 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈/𝙽! 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚢𝚖, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔.
"𝙾𝚔. 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺. 𝙸𝚃. 𝚄𝙿. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚋. 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎. 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝, 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗!"
"𝚄𝙶𝙷!"
𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎.
𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍.
𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗. 𝚈/𝙽 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙸 𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍.
"𝙾𝚔 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜. 𝙸 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛---"
"𝙻𝙴𝙾𝙽!?"
"𝚈𝙴𝚂! 𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙺!" 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
"𝙽𝚘. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚊𝚢. 𝚈/𝙽! 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞!"
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. "𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖."
"𝙾𝚔, 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚜." (𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑦) "𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚈𝙾𝚄, 𝙰𝙽𝙳, 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙽𝙳, 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚙, 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝙾𝚗. 𝙰. 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎! 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜."
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