[center][color=a8a8a8][h3][sub][u]𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝙽𝚈. 𝟸𝟹𝚍 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙰𝚈, 𝟷𝟿 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾[/u][/sub][/h3][/color]

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[color=a8a8a8][indent][indent]“𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙,” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎. “𝚈𝚘, 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞,” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛.  

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝-𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.  

“𝚈𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎…” 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜.  

“𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊. 𝙸𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. “𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎,” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎.  

[color=5197c3](𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚘) [i]𝙰 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙿𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.  

(𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛) 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚍é𝚓à 𝚟𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜… 𝚢𝚘𝚞.[/i][/color]
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