𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: ᗰᑌᗰᗷᗩI, IᑎᗪIᗩ.
𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗒𝖺, 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗒𝖺'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖠𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗒𝖺'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗒𝖺'𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.
"𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐢." 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾.
"𝐔𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐢 𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐮? 𝐊𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨 𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢?" 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒.
"𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨 𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞." 𝖠𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?
"𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐢? 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞?" 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍.....
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