𝘽𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣 2
"𝙅𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝.
"𝙔𝙖."
𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩.
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙡 𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙣."
"𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖.
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖. 𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙤."
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙖."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙝."
"𝙏𝙪𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙣."
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖."
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙖."
"𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙞."
𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙥 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧.
𝙆𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.
𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝.
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙝?"
"𝘼𝙥𝙖?"
"𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣."
"𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖.
"𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩."
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝.
𝙆𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙝.
"𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝘽𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖, 𝘽𝙪 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖, 𝘽𝙪 𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖."
"𝙋𝙖𝙜𝙞."
𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖.
"𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙞."
"𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙜𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖.
𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙥.
𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙖-𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙝.
𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡, 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙪.
𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖.
𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙠 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧.
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡.
𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣.
𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
𝙂𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪.
𝙏𝙪𝙗𝙪𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣.
𝙆𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙠.
𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙪.
𝙇𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙣.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞."
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙡.
"𝙄𝙮𝙖 𝘽𝙪?"
"𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙖."
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙥 𝙩𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
"𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙪."
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙣.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨.
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝-𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙮𝙖?"
"𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙣."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖.
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝘿𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣, 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙄𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
"𝙈𝙖𝙪 𝙠𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪?"
"𝙃𝙖𝙝? 𝙊𝙝, 𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙥𝙖-𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙠."
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡-𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙩𝙪.
"𝙉𝙞𝙝."
"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙠."
"𝙄𝙮𝙖."
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙩."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖.
"𝙃𝙢."
𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝘼𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙖𝙥𝙖.
𝘽𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞.
𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙-𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨.
𝙆𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨.
𝙆𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞, 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞.
𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙-𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙡.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪.
𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣.
𝙏𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙣-𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞.
"𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙝."
"𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖."
"𝙎𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠."
"𝙉𝙮𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣."
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙢.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙨.
𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙪.
𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙪.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝?"
𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖.
"𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠."
𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖.
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡."
𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡.
𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠.
𝙋𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞.
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖.
𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠.
"𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜."
𝙆𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙞.
𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧.
𝙈𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙝.
𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙-𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣.
𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙠.
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙖.
𝙆𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞.
𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪.
𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩.
𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩.
𝙎𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙠 𝙘𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙥 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨.
"𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖."
𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
"𝙀𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙪?"
𝘽𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧.
𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖,
"𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙞."
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞, 𝙜𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙟𝙖."
"𝙊𝙝, 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙪."
𝙅𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩.
𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙩𝙪, 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙜.
"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙝?"
"𝙆𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣."
"𝙉𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙗."
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙅𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠.
𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡.
𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙨.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙖𝙥𝙖-𝙖𝙥𝙖.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙠𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙟𝙖𝙪𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙖.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙧.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖, 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞.
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖-𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩.
𝙄𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣.
"𝙄𝙣𝙞 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙠-𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙠."
𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙢 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖.
𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙠.
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖."
𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙗.
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
𝙆𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞, 𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙤𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙖.
"𝙊𝙝."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧.
"𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛."
𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙡.
𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣-𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙪.
"𝙂𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙖."
𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙟𝙖.
"𝙂𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖."
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜.
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙪 𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙠."
𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙖, 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙛𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙜.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙣.
𝘽𝙖𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜-𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨-𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙝𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪, 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪.
𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙪.
𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙨.
𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙖.
𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙞.
𝙆𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙞.
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙟𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣.
"𝙄𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙞."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖.
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣.
𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙣, 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙞-𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
𝙒𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣.
𝙆𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖.
𝙆𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞-𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙖𝙣.
"𝙀𝙝, 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞."
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞.
𝘽𝙖𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜.
𝙍𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙠𝙨.
𝙍𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜.
"𝙆𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙨."
"𝙎𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙩."
𝙎𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
"𝙀𝙝..."
"𝘼𝙥𝙖?"
"𝙄𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙠𝙪."
"𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙢𝙪 𝙮𝙖?"
𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙩.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙞.
𝙄𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩.
"𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙪?"
"𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙝."
"𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨?"
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞.
𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙠.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨.
𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙘𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙧.
"𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙞-𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙜."
𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣-𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨.
𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙠.
𝙏𝙖𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙝.
𝘽𝙪𝙠𝙪-𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣.
𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙣𝙮𝙖, 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙪𝙝.
"𝙀𝙝, 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖."
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙪.
𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙣𝙮𝙖, 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙝 𝙥𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖.
𝙏𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞.
𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙟𝙖.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙨.
"𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛..."
𝙆𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙠𝙪.
𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙛?
𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙛?
𝙎𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖.
"𝙇𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙝."
"𝘼𝙥𝙖𝙖𝙣?"
"𝘿𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞."
"𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖."
"𝙆𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙣."
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙠.
𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙠𝙪.
𝙇𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.
𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙪𝙠 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞.
𝙏𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙞.
𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙝.
𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣.
𝘼𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪𝙢.
𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖...
𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣.
𝙇𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞.
𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙝𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙡.
𝙇𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣.
𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣.
𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙠...
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣.
𝘽𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣 3.
