[center][color=a8a8a8][h3][sub][u]𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝙽𝚈. 𝟸𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙰𝚈, 𝟷𝟿 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾[/u][/sub][/h3][/color]
[hider=Soundtrack][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3vdYtrNF7M[/youtube][/hider][/center]
[color=a8a8a8]“𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚜.” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. “𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.” 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚛. 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗. 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.  

“𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝙼𝚛. 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜,” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚛. 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚌𝙲𝚘𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.  

“𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙳𝚘𝚌. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐,” 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚎. “𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚗 — 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝”. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐-𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗. “𝚂𝚘, 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎, 𝙹𝚘𝚎?” 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛. “𝙴𝚑𝚞𝚖,” — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 — “𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕,” 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎.

[color=7fdc83](𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝟼) 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝟻𝟶𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.”[/color]

[color=d39c55](𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸) 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑? 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜.[/color]

“𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢,” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, “𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 — 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎’𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝙼𝚛. 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗-𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝,” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛.
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