Chapter 11 - Chapter 10

𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮. 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢.

"𝘔𝘢, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥.

"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵." 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭.

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺… 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯," 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰.

"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘈𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺!" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺. "𝘌𝘷𝘢! 𝘌𝘷𝘢!"

"𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘔𝘰𝘮, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨!" 𝘌𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥—𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦?" 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩… 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬," 𝘌𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶-𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

"𝘉𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?" 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯.

"𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦…" 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘷𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘮?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.

"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭," 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳.

"𝘚𝘪𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘦," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.

𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.

"𝘖𝘶𝘤𝘩! 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦," 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥.

"𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺! 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺—𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥.

"𝘗𝘩𝘦𝘸… 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴," 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥.

𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺? 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

"𝘈𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺! 𝘈𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺!" 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

"𝘔𝘢, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨!" 𝘐 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

"𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧—𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺!" 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱-𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨—𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥: 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 (𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦), 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦-𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘺.

"𝘈𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺! 𝘈𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺!" 𝘌𝘷𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.

"𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨!" 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.

"𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥," 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘔𝘢," 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘌𝘷𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘶𝘱.

𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥—𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱-𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘺 5 𝘱.𝘮., 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦-𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘈𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺—𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥—𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴.

"𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘬𝘢. 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

"𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘦—𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘳𝘰 𝘈𝘥𝘦," 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

"𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘣𝘢𝘮!" 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

"𝘚𝘰, 𝘈𝘣𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮.

"𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺!" 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.

"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮," 𝘌𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴!" 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 7:30 𝘢.𝘮. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺-𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵.

"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦!" 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥.

"𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘰𝘺," 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥.

"𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘉𝘳𝘰 𝘈𝘥𝘦!" 𝘈𝘣𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘥.

"𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.

"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥!" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘣𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

𝘉𝘳𝘰, 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥? 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

"𝘔𝘢, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯," 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨!" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴.

"𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺," 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘈𝘣𝘢𝘮'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦.

"𝘖𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘶," 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦—𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦!" 𝘈𝘣𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺.

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰," 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.

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💡 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

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