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𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟, 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞.
“ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕥?” ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.
𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕞 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕀𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪.
𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟, “𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕐/ℕ, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙, 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥.
“𝕐𝕖𝕒 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕. 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡.
“𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕. “𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕞 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟.
“𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕕. “ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪, 𝕋𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.”
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℍ𝔼 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ℍ𝕀𝕄, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕪𝕝𝕪, “𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖.” 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙, 𝕥𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦. “𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕪𝕝𝕪, “𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕠𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖.
“𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪/𝕟,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕. “𝕀𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕧𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕦𝕡, “𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞.
𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖. “ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?” ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕.
“ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙,” 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕝𝕓𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕. “𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞.”
“ℍ𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕪,” 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨.
“𝕐𝕖𝕒 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,” 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕙𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖. “𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕫𝕖, 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡. 𝔹𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖.”
“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙,” 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕕. 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣, “𝕠𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕪𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘. “𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕦𝕟.”
“𝕄𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕, 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖. “𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣? 𝕀’𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀.”
“𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. “𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨.”
“𝕀 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕕. “𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪, 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.”
“𝕆𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣. “𝔹𝕪𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖, 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦. “𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜. 𝔾𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤.”
“𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. “𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕’𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕣 𝕃𝕖𝕖?”
“𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕.
“𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕀’𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕥?” 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕.
“𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝,” 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕, “𝕀’𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝.”
“𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕄𝕣 𝕃𝕖𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝. “𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖. 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤.”
“𝕆𝕙 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕. “𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕪. 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕪. 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤.”
“𝕎𝕙𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥?” 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕.
“ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥?” 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣.
“𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝔸ℕ𝕐𝕆ℕ𝔼!”
“𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖?” 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟. “𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖?”
“𝕐𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. “𝕀 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖. 𝕀 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕖, 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖.”
“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥?” 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕.
“𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕. “𝕄𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤.”
“𝕆𝕙,” 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕. “𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕀’𝕞 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕟, 𝕪/𝕟. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕪𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨.”
“𝕊𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕪?” 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.
“𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖, 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜…𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟.
“𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕪. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤.”
“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕪/𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕟. “𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕪.”
“𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕,” 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕, 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖. “ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘?”
“𝕆𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. “𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕪, 𝕥𝕖𝕟,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕. “𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕚 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕, 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕨 ℍ𝕀𝕄 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥.
𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥
𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟝 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦
𝕔𝕙.𝟜 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟞
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝 : 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖
𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥
𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟞 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦
𝕔𝕙.𝟝 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟟
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞 : 𝕤𝕚𝕩
𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥
𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟟 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦
𝕔𝕙.𝟞 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟠
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟 : 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕥, 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣.
𝔸𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. 𝔸 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕦𝕡, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕘. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖.
𝔸𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕦𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
“𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖.
“𝕄𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞.
“ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖,” 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦. “𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦… 𝕪𝕖𝕥, 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠.”
“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.
“𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.
“ℕ𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕.
“𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖? 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. “𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝. 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”
“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥. “𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖.”
“𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤.”
“𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕. “𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥.”
“𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕐/ℕ 𝕓𝕦𝕥, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥. 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖?” ℍ𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥.
“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘? 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥. “𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕪𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕’𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.
ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, “𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖?” ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.
“𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪. “𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.
𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕠𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕.
“𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖. “𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”
“ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝.”
“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦,” 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, “𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖.”
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖. 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕧𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖, 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
“ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. “𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖. 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖.”
𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕖.
“ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕀𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕥𝕪.
“𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕.
“𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕,” 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕. “𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣.”
ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕, 𝕤𝕙𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕡.
𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙,𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.
“𝕀’𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕, 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤. “𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘.”
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣. “𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕥, 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕨𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝔸𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡, 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕛𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.
“𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟?” ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖.
“𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕤𝕠,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝.
“𝕆𝕜 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕,” 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟, 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤. “ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤.
“𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥.
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕤𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤. 𝔸 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕.
“𝕐𝕖𝕒?” ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕.
“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕘. “𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕖.”
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕪, 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.
𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥
𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟡 - 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞
𝕔𝕙.𝟠 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟘
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡 : 𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖
𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥
𝒢𝒞 ｡ 𓎟𓎟⠀⠀ ̮ ̮⠀ ⠀ ࣪⠀𓏵
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Ⳋੳ⠀ ˚𔓶✿ֵྀ ⠀ •̩̩͙𓏵⠀⠀Believe⠀ me ⠀or ⠀not, ⠀I ⠀don't ⠀ care
@colettas
Bf!Ten meets your younger sibling
Ten x reader
Warnings: none
Genre: fluff
Word count: 1.2k (1227)
Summary: Ten was really excited to get to meet your little sibling. He loved little kids and wanted your family to love him.
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“I can’t wait to see you baby, though I’ll have to do a little live for the fans, so don’t ring the bell unless I’ve texted you that I’ve finished it,” He informed me. “But I’ll be watching it silly, so I’ll know when you’ll end it.” I reasoned with a giggle and heard his little chuckle over the phone.
“Right, I forgot that. So take your time in getting ready, I have the rest of the day free from schedule,” he said and I heard shuffling, probably from him lying on his bed.
“Okay, honey, but there’s a tiny, little but cute problem…” I trailed off.
You see, my parents were out of town to attend their old boss’ funeral, since he was such a good man and gave them so many opportunities. They obviously couldn’t bring my younger sibling with them to such long trip and to a funeral, so they asked me to take care of them while they’re gone and I agreed, loving the idea of spending much time and bonding with my little one.
Though the problem was that I hadn’t told my family about my boyfriend, knowing they’d insist on meeting him and his busy schedule made it hard to even see me for a few hours, never mind meet my parents from out of town.
Ten knew about my younger sibling and had told me he really wished he could meet them, so his reaction was just what I was expecting.
“Are you kidding me? I can’t wait to meet them, I’ve wanted to for too long,” he said, obviously excited.
We soon hung up and I started getting the two of us ready to meet Ten.
“Y/n who am I going to meet? Mommy has told me to not talk to strangers,” they asked and I giggled, before zipping up their jacket. “It’s not a stranger if I know them” I said and the 5 year old whined a “who is iiiiit?” trying to break away from my hand holding theirs. “It’s my boyfriend and I’ve known him for too long, so you are allowed to talk to him,” I said and locked the door behind us.
“What’s his name? Should I tell him my real name? Can I sit in the front seat since mom and dad won’t know?” they asked and I laughed as we walked towards my car. “His name is Ten, you should tell him your real name and no, you can’t,” I said and buckled him up in the seat behind the passenger’s.
“Aw come on…” they said in a small voice making them ten times cuter.
I turned on my phone, putting on Ten’s live for my little sibling to watch and pulled out of the driveway.
“Is this your boyfriend? Is he in a call? Hiiii! I’m y/s/n, I’m five and y/n told me you’re not a stranger so I can talk to you!” he said excitedly and I laughed.
“No, he’s doing a live for his fans, this isn’t a video call so he can’t hear you,” I said and saw them pout through the mirror.
“It’s okay though, since you’ll meet him soon,” I spoke up again and he let out a soft hum, watching Ten speak and read fans’ comments.
He finished up the live at about the same time we arrived, so I took my phone and unbuckled my seat belt. When we both got out of the car, I got my sibling’s hand and walked to Ten’s door. We waited for a few seconds before the familiar scent of my boyfriend’s house greeted the both of us.
“Oh, hello there,” he said as soon as he opened the door, looking at me momentarily, before turning to the younger one.
“Hiiii! I’m y/s/n, I’m five and y/n told me you’re not a stranger so I can talk to you!” they repeated the same words and Ten laughed picking them up.
“Hi, I’m Ten, I’m 24 and yeah you can talk to me, since you now know me” he said cutely and slowly walked inside.
We sat down on his couch, where he had already placed 2 glasses of orange juice and a plastic one for the youngest.
Ten started asking them questions about their school, their friends and jokingly asked them if they have a girlfriend or a boyfriend which made them laugh and blurt out a name, causing Ten and I to laugh.
“But don’t tell mom because she’ll embarrass me” they begged and we both laughed harder at their cuteness. Ten let them play a game on his play station, which kept them busy as we excused ourselves to the kitchen to make some food for the three of us.
Ten didn’t fully close the door, to make sure we could both hear if anything happened to them, before softly cornering me, placing his hands on either side of my head.
He smiled before leaning in, a little deprived of my kisses, having more than a week to see me.
I kissed him back, keeping things PG, in case y/s/n walked in on us. I placed my hands on his cheeks, one of his hands falling to my waist, as we both deepened the kiss.
His tongue begged for entrance, which I allowed and I felt him smile into the kiss, his hand giving me a little squeeze and pulling me closer.
We soon had to part, in need of oxygen and he nuzzled his nose against mine.
“I missed you,” he breathed, making my heart beat even faster.
“I missed you too, so much,” I said and pecked his lips once more and him following them making me giggle.
“They’ll soon come to find us, they can’t stay too long without having the attention on them” I whispered and he sighed, pecking my lips one last time before parting from me.
We reached for a few stuff, making an easy meal, before taking out the plates and the glasses.
He back-hugged me and nuzzled in my hair, breathing in the smell of my shampoo and kissed my neck softly.
“You always smell so good,” he said span me around in his embrace.
“I’m glad you brought y/s/n with you today, they are so cute and funny for a five year old” he said and I giggled.
“I knew you’d like them… though we didn’t get to spend much time together,” I pouted and he smiled.
“It’s okay, I will not be that busy for the next few days, since we just finished the promotions. Also, the practices for the new comeback won’t start yet, which means we will have plenty of time,” he said and I let out a small squeal before bringing him closer.
“Let’s go bring y/s/n, shall we?” he said after a few moments and I nodded, kissing his cheek before bringing y/s/n to eat.
Soon after our meal, y/s/n fell asleep on the sofa and Ten and I stayed cuddling until it was time to go. We exchanged our last kisses before waking them up and getting them ready to go.
“I really like your boyfriend, y/n, he’s really nice and handsome.” They said as I buckled them up and I giggled and agreed.
“I know, he’s perfect,” I said closing the door and soon drove the both of us home.
this ten!!!!! Lives in my head rent freeee!!!!🥵😫❤
WayV when you wear their clothes:
Kun:
Kun is weak for you, ngl. When you sleep over at his house unexpectedly after a night out, your boyfriend being too worried to let you go back home alone since you seemed slightly tipsy, you don't have any clothes but the tight, uncomfortable dress you were wearing. Kun won't hesitate to lend you a large, oversized sweater and a pair of sweatpants that have grown small on him, not thinking too much about how absolutely adorable you'll look wearing them. So when you exit the bathroom looking like the meaning of 'smol', the brown-haired man will positively melt on the spot, his lips stretching into a wide grin and his hands automatically coming up to pet your hair, still wet from the shower. He will be much touchier that day, leaving kisses all over your cheeks and forehead, hugging you and just awing over how cute you look.
"You look so small, oh my god." *giggles*
Ten:
The two of you were on a date, going for a walk around the city at night, when you got cold, wearing nothing but a thin, long-sleeved mini dress that could hardly warm you up. Your boyfriend had already warned you that you'll be cold but you were so we excited to wear your new outfit that you didn't listen, and now you were regretting it. Ten won't hesitate to hand you his large, wool coat when he sees you shivering against the chilling wind, but he will scold you, as well, going on and on about how you should've listened to him in the first place. Secretly, he will love seeing you in his clothes, and even though he won't admit it to you, his actions will speak better than his words, and he will be more affectionate than usual, wrapping you in his arms and pressing chaste, loving kisses against your hair and temple.
"Aish, what do I have to do to get you to listen to me?"
Win-Win:
This baby is a blushing mess and it's the cutest thing ever, uwu. It is comeback season and you really freaking miss your older boyfriend, so on one of the nights when your apartment feels emptier and more silent than usual, you go to Win-Win's closet put of desperation, taking from it one of his favorite dary-gray sweatshirts he wears around the house. When Win-Win will come that day from practice, entering the house on his tiptoes to not disturb you, he will freeze in place, mouth slightly open and cheeks burning at the sight of you cuddled up on the couch in his shirt and some sweats. Winnie will be thankful that nobody can see how red he is right now, nor the stupid smile on his face, before he will join you on the sofa, wrapping you in his long, lean arms and leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead before he drifts to sleep.
"Is that my shirt?" *blushes*
Lucas:
Lucas will be too happy seeing you in his clothes lol. Your boyfriend will love the fact that his favorite hoodie is so big on you it brushes your knees, making you look utterly small and somehow even more adorable than before. When you accidentally spilled on yourself some of the tea that Lucas had made you, your lover didn't think too much before handing you one of his plain, black hoodies, not even looking up while you changed, too busy cleaning the mess on the sofa. But when Lucas raised his head to look at you, he promptly choked on his own spit, before his lips practically broke his face in half with how big his grin was. He won't even try to hide his enthusiasm, rushing up to you and twirling you around, ignoring your squeaks of surprise and fear before putting you down, mumbling a half-heared apology when you punch his arm weakly in retaliation.
"You are the cutest human in the world, god."
Xiaojun:
Xiaojun will have a more protective and possessive persona when he'll see you in his clothes. The only thing that will run through his mind at the sight of you, wearing nothing but his old, worn-out tee from when he was a trainee, the hem just barely brushing the top of your thighs, is that he needs to hide you away from anything bad and evil in this shitty world. You will be wearing his old shirt to clean the house since you don't want to ruin your own clothes, but your boyfriend won't let you fulfill the purpose of your wardrobe change, too busy backhugging you like some sort of adorable leech, burying his face in the crook of your neck and leaving gentle, tickling butterfly kisses to your exposed skin until you whine that you can't get any work done, but he'll still sit on the couch and watch you with fond eyes and slightly red cheeks.
"Tell me if you need help with anything, beautiful."
Hendery:
When you ask your boyfriend if you can borrow one of his sweatpants for your trip to the supermarket, Hendery will gladly agree, already manifesting a mental image of you wearing the thin, black trainers he threw you. But of course, reality will be much better than his imagination, and your boyfriend might have a severe addiction to you wearing his clothes. Hendery will be rather vocal about how much he loves how you look, talking with you only to throw another compliment about how good you look, continually getting distracted by you. He will also make sure that you know that you don't have a choice but to keep taking clothes from him, purposely putting some of his sweats and shirts on your bed or inside your closet so you get the hint, also straight up asking you to wear them.
"You look much better than I do, and I look amazing."
Yangyang:
Yangyang is definitely the type to be very fond of matching couple outfits and wearing each other's others. He will definitely be on board to color coordinate or whatever so of course he loves when you steal his clothes, it makes him feel like you belong to him in every way, and now everyone can see it. Yangyang will flirt with you so much more when he sees you wearing one of his oversized jackets, teasingly asking you over and over again where did you buy your jacket, but shutting up immediately when you threaten him to take off the garment. He'll make sure that everyone knows that you belong to him, and when you're hanging out with the rest of the WayV boys, he'll repeat how pretty you are in his clothes, asking the other boys if they agree with him and feeling smug when they do.
"Wow, you look really good. Where did you get that jacket?"
Angin yang membekukan tulang, langit gelap yang cenderung kelabu serta dentuman petir yang sesekali menyambar tak kalah keras dari kebisingan orang orang di dalam sana, perempuan itu duduk sendirian pada bangku panjang yang menghadap pada jalanan padat di hadapannya. Tangannya memutar gasoline ragu sedang matanya menimbang bingung pada kotak rokok di pangkuannya.
"Pantesan dicari di dalem gak ada, taunya disini," tegur suara yang belakangan ini sering mengisi hari harinya, entah dalam telfon atau langsung di hadapannya seperti sekarang ini.
Si Perempuan tersenyum singkat tanpa perlu repot repot menoleh untuk sopan santun. She doesnt have any energy for that. "The party just doesnt fit with me tonight."
Cowok itu mengangguk kemudian ikut mengambil tempat di sebelahnya. Melirik kotak marlboro merah yang setengah terbuka di atas rok gadis itu, tangannya mengambil satu batang tanpa aba aba. "Kalau emang udah berhenti jangan di coba lagi, sayang," celetuknya sambil menyalakan tembakau yang terselip di antara belah bibirnya.
"Kata orang yang tadinya juga udah berhenti tapi sekarang nyebat lagi di sebelah aku," gelak cewek itu singkat. Sepenuhnya mengalihkan perhatian pada cowok di sebelahnya yang tersenyum dengan asap tipis yang menutupi sebagian wajahnya.
"Kenapa?"
Cowok itu menggeleng, "Harusnya aku yang nanya gitu gak sih?"
Perempuan itu kembali memandang jalanan yang tak pernah sepi di depannya. "Gapapa, tadi cuma tiba tiba kepengen?" jawabnya sendiri ragu. Mengedikkan bahunya tak perduli, gadis itu kembali melanjutkan. "Kangen rasanya kali ya."
Cowok itu--Ten--tergelak bebas. Suaranya terdengar manis. Rambutnya yang tadi sudah tertata rapi kini sebagian menutupi ujung ujung matanya. Menghembuskan asap asap tembakaunya sekali lagi dan membuangnya asal, Ten mengalihkan perhatiannya pada adik dari sahabatnya ini. " Sa kamu tau kan, you always have me to talk to."
Asa mengangguk menyetujui. "Cigs maybe calm you down but me can give you another ways to calming you down more than a ciggs," lanjut Ten disusul senyum yang gak juga luntur dari wajahnya.
Asa memusatkan perhatiannya pada ucapan Ten. "how am i supposed to know that other ways?"
"Be my girlfriend."
no thought just sharing the same air together, sense his breath all over my face. his forehead on mine, feeling that beautiful eyelash touching my eyelid everytime he blinked. Eye to eye, getting lost.
there is no distance between us and I just wanna keep this moment forever.
"if future itself is forbidden for us, let's just talk about it forever," he said and i couldnt do anything except agree with him. If time could stop at this mean time, i will buy it with everything i had.
[8:42 pm]
long distance bf!ten has never been the type to celebrate his birthday, but when you surprise him at his front door at almost a quarter to nine, his eyes brighten up like someone who had been surprised with the best birthday party of his life.
he laughs as he lifts you up in uncontainable joy, and you squeal at the sudden elevation, laughing with him as you wrap your arms around his neck. ten looks even more handsome in the moonlight, his eyes curving like two stunning crescent moons and his pearly white smile absolutely kissable. so you kiss him - a short peck to his lips as an attempt to encapsulate all the love you wanted to shower him with. he’s pleasantly surprised again - especially as he hasn’t seen you in person for so long - and giggles as he carries you inside for a longer kiss and a midnight snack.
you wish the night would last forever. you wish that you didn’t have to go back home early in the morning for work; you wish that you could go on dates with ten more than a few times a year; you wish that the love of your life didn’t live six hours away from you.
you wish you could stay wrapped in ten’s arms forever, talking on the sofa of his living room, an island of laughter and warmth in the silent city enveloped by darkness, staring into his eyes and feeling like the only two people in the world.
but you can’t, so you press another kiss to ten’s lovable lips as you whisper happy birthday.
[4:21 pm]
best friend!ten laughs at another one of your stupid jokes, pitching in his own funny comment that makes you laugh.
it’s been a while since the two of you felt this peaceful. you’re sitting on chairs on his balcony, your feet on his chair and his feet on your chair as you talk with music humming from ten’s phone. ten stretches with a grunt and tries to rest his legs on top of yours. ten’s legs are scratchy because he’s wearing shorts and he hasn’t shaved for at least a week, and you pull your legs away with a laugh and shove. ten grins playfully and places his scratchy legs over yours again.
you roll your eyes, but let him rest his legs on yours. you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the chilly evening air. everything is so perfect. the sun is setting, and the balcony displays a beautiful orange-pink view of the sky; the breeze returns every few moments to run its fingers through your hair; and ten is here, right in front of you.
“what are you thinking about?” ten says, snapping you out of your daze. you open your eyes to see ten taking a deep breath and closing his eyes - in imitation of you. his pretty lips curve into his cheeks as he relaxes into the chair.
“nothing,” you smile. ten’s eyes are closed for only a few moments, but that’s more than enough time for you to stare. you realize he looks perfect, too, even with his unshaved legs, circle glasses, oversized t-shirt, and messy hair.
“you were thinking about me,” ten teases. ten always teases his friends with his pretend narcissistic persona. you’d usually laugh and go along with it, knowing that sometimes it was good to give your best friend an ego boost - he really did need it sometimes. but today, you can’t seem to bring yourself to joke about it.
“i was,” you say. maybe it’s the perfect orange-pink sunset, or the perfect breeze, or the perfect scenario of ten being right in front of you - but something in the air just seems to tell you nothing can go wrong on such a perfect day.
ten smiles nervously. he’s a bit thrown back by your answer. you usually agree, as you did just now, but it’s always followed by a laugh, a giggle, a shove, or a mix of the three. this time, your pretty eyes are dead serious as they meet his. he forces a small laugh that he hopes sounds natural. “i bet,” he grins. he hopes his cheeks aren’t actually red, because they feel like they’re flaming.
“i was,” you repeat, with a shy smile - or maybe it’s his imagination. “were you thinking about me?” as soon as you finish the sentence, you avert your eyes, cheeks suddenly flaming. “shit. forget it.” what a fucking idiot move. why did you say that? you just threw away ten years of friendship for a stupid impulse. “it was a j-“
“yes,” ten blurts. he hopes you can’t feel his pulse through his legs that still rest on yours. his cheeks are blushing a bright red, and his brown eyes dart between your eyes and the balcony floor. “i was, um, thinking about you.”
you sharply inhale in surprise, and your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. neither of you say a word, but the words hang there in the orange-pink evening sky, hang there between your eyes that stare into his pretty brown ones and his eyes that stare into yours. after moments that feel like forever, you laugh and lean forward to entwine your fingers with his, planting a small kiss on the back of his palm.
ten blushes and does the same to your hand, the pretty smile you love lingering on his lips that feel warm on your skin. “i think i love you.”