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Sukuna x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- your acting teacher decided to make a movie for the end of the school year but needed the two main roles which everyone wanted who wouldn't want to be the main character who got the most screen attention? But after people got rejected left and right it only left you and your biggest competition sukuna

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

Welcome to act one

1. Praying for you

2. Stress free party

3. I'll help you practice

4. What are friends for?

5. Not such a good idea

6. I feel betrayed

7. Stop talking about it

8. Traveling

9. Out with friends

10. Home sick

Welcome to act two

11. If only you told me sooner

12. What am I gonna do?

13. What if I don't get the part?

14. Only fans

15. You are disliked

16. Need new friends

17. Acting strange

18. Calling for you

19. Wait he said what?

20. There's no way

Welcome to act three

21. Why are you doing this?

22. Act of kindness

23. I have the drama

24. I can't believe it

25. Don't argue

26. How to say thank you

27. Let's meet up

28. Took me by surprise

29. Jealousy, jealousy

30. Painful goodbye

11 Hold on they sound familiar...

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

Even though geto told gojo to stop thinking about your voice message he just couldn't bring himself to do it there was something about your voice that just couldn't let him sleep no matter how hard he tried to he just kept tossing and turning

"What the hell are you doing to me y/n?" Gojo asked himself getting out of bed yanking the covers off of him he wanted to go back on Instagram to hear your voice message again but he didn't want to seek creepy although no one would know he did it but him

"Fuck this" gojo said walking towards the kitchen maybe a glass of cold water would put his mind to rest and he could finally get some sleep without thinking about your voice he knew he wasn't in love with you that was a fact he was interested in midnight he should be thinking about them instead of you

Gojo closed his eyes for a brief moment a small smile made its way up his face the thought of midnight made him feel stuff no one has ever made him feel before even if he doesn't know who midnight is it wasn't wrong to be thinking about them right?

"Should I text them? No they are probably asleep I shouldn't be bothering them just because I can't sleep thanks a lot y/n" gojo said putting the glass cup away and going back to bed he had school in the morning and he can't afford to be missing anymore classes as much as he wants to he just couldn't

Two unknown streamers

Back masterlist next

Taglist open: @sonicsolos @chilichopsticks @owotalks @kaibloom79 @sabrinexx @xhxzgn @colours-of-heaven @asta80fishbowl @oinixd @tojisworm-5 @taelattecookie @butterbiscuit444 @lavender-hvze @sukunaspillow

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

Sorry for the late update yesterday was my birthday and I was super busy 🙂‍↕️

So much angst.... I love it 😍❤️❤️

TRAITOR — SAKUSA KIYOOMI SMAU

sakusa had a new girlfriend exactly 3 hours 10 minutes and 55 seconds after you broke up. he moved on so quickly it’s hard to believe that he ever loved you, or that he wasn’t cheating thought your whole relationship. you heavily believed that he was, so you set out to make his life a living hell.

pairing : sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

genre & tropes : enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, angsty, college setting

warnings : reader is petty as hell, toxic relationships, lies,

taglist : closed

CHARACTERS

CHAPTERS :

01 : something new

02 : the L word

03 : neutral

04 : f u

05 : leash

06 : party

07 : embarrassed

08 : dark room

09 : expecting

10 : manipulate

11 : pretty smile

12 : ouch

13 : chance

14 : first date

15 : three months

16 : you make me fly

17 : delusional

18 : love life

19 : truth

20 : gone

21 : important

22 : banish

23 : betrayed

24 : angry

25 : exposed

26 : together

27 : goodbye

28 : plan

29 : the end

EXTRAS

first date

taglist: (closed)

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

paring: kenma kozume x fem!reader

genre: smau (^_^)!!, comedy, fluff, slight angst, college!au, slow burn (?), friends to lovers, constant pinning reader x in hard denial kozume

summary: the worst part of having a secret crush on yn kuroo, in kozume kenma's case, is that she's one of his close friend's ex and his childhood friend's sister. although y/n makes it clear she harbors deep feelings for the blonde, the two reasons that restrict kozume from making any moves, don't necessarily limit her, “no tetsu, I do not have a crush on your best friend aka my ex-high school situationship aka my recent ex’s best friend… but if I said I did what would the consequences be?” summaries aren't my best suit but wtvr

update sched: hopefully every wednesday n friday (im lying) (updates are often at random)

warning/notes: grammar errors, characters may be (definitely) ooc, profanity, kys/kms jokes, atsumu n yaku's years are off (atsumu is a senior n yaku is a junior), following usa school system btw, lowercase intended, *I FOUND OUT WAY TOO LATE THAT KOZUME IS KENMA'S LAST NAME AND NOT HIS FIRST 😭😭* uhhh none of the pictures used are mine!! (middle picture used made by hakiso_o on twt)

key

✎ - written chapter

profiles

malnourished art students + supportive parentals

kozu's paycheck

table of contents

01 ugly and bitchless

02 surrounded by homosexuals - ✎

03 stuck w me - ✎

04 fnaf

05 you. win.

06 denial is a river in egypt

07 whore house

08 moments before disaster - ✎

09 therapy

10 hi cheese

11 moral support - ✎

12 how cute - ✎

13 blondie #1.5

14 deja vu - ✎

hnnnghh marked as mature so idk if u all can see it but js lmk if u can’t 💔💔

15 monopoly

16 NOTHONGZ

17 sixth sense

18 chivalry isn't dead

19 #onebedtroupe - ✎

20 touché - ✎

21 grandmama chocolate cake - ✎

22 side-hustling - ✎

23 mistake - ✎

24 towels

25 nair hair removal - ✎

26 mic drop

27 cramps - ✎

28 TYPE SHIT

29 secret little personal diary

30 sassy man apocalypse - ✎

31 old man - ✎

32 nipples in a twist

33 BOLSHIE

34 me n the girls

35 introverted freak - ✎

36 first amendment

37 js bitch slapped my ex

38 golden setter

39 dad that stepped up

40 so feminist of you

extras

01 twilight

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟞 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟝 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟟

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞 : 𝕤𝕚𝕩

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟠- 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟟 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟡

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠 : 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟡 - 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞

𝕔𝕙.𝟠 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟘

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡 : 𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟙𝟘 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟡 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟙

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘 : 𝕥𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟙𝟙 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟘 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟚

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟙 : 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟙𝟚 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟙 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟛

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟚 : 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟙𝟛 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟚 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟜

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛 : 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟙𝟜 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟛 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟝 𝕡𝕥.𝟙

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟜 : 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

@conwunder

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟝 𝕡𝕥.𝟙 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟜 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕡𝕥.𝟚

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟝 : 𝕗𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

@conwunder

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟞 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕡𝕥.𝟚 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟟

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟞 : 𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

❈★ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 ★❈

@conwunder

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟟 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟞 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟠

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟟 : 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

❈★ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 ★❈

@conwunder

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟠 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟟 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟡

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟠 : 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥.

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣.

𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕥.

𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟, 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕤. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕕 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘/𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤.

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕪.

𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖.

𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪.

𝔸 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕚𝕔 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪. 𝔸𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 “𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟”.

“ℍ𝕚 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒 𝕄𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕒, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. “𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕦 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕀 𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕤?”

“𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕣, 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟, 𝕤𝕠 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪. “ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖?”

“𝕌𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕦𝕞,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕. 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝-𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖. 𝕀𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙. 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖.

“𝕊𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖.

“𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖?” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤. “𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖.”

“𝕆𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕖𝕟, 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝔻𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤.

“𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥. “𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥.”

𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝔸𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕪.

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥.

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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕚𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝, 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕥𝕪.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕.

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕪, 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟’𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪.

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒, 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝔸𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨. ℍ𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞, 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕪. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙, 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕.

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜.

“𝔸 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤,” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣, 𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒 𝕄𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕒’𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕤. 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡, 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕡. ℍ𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕕. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕥.

“𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖.

“𝕐𝕖𝕒 𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕕. “𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”

“𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕜, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 ‘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖’ 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥.

“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕤,” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕟𝕠 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕠𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥.

“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕙𝕪𝕝𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕪, 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕪.

“ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦. “𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕡 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥.”

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕠𝕓. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕕.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.

“𝕄𝕞𝕞𝕞,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡, 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖-𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖. “𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘.”

“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕤𝕠?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.

“𝕆𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕪𝕖𝕤,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕡. “𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕.

“𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕. “𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥?”

“𝕐𝕖𝕤,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕. “𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤? 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖?”

“𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒… 𝕦𝕞 … 𝕒 𝕦𝕞… 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕.

“𝕆𝕙 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪. “𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕…𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕐/ℕ.”

“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕐/ℕ,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕. “𝕊𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 “𝕐/ℕ 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕.”

“𝕆𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪. “𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟.”

“𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕐/ℕ 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝,” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘.

“𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙.

“𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤.

“𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕡.

𝔸 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟'𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℙ𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕕𝕕, 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕.

“𝕀𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?” 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕖𝕤.

“ℕ𝕠 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕙𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪,” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟. 𝔸 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪.

“𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕥. 𝕐𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕚…𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙, “𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥.”

ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟. “𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕐/ℕ 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕥, 𝕠𝕜?”

“ℙ𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?” 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤.

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

“ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.

“𝕐/ℕ, 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦?” 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕. 𝔸𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.

“ℍ𝕚,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕦𝕡.

“ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

“𝕐𝕖𝕒 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕. “𝔸𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟.”

“𝔾𝕠 𝕒𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕. “𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕜?”

“𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖. “𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕕. 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖.”

“ℍ𝕞𝕞,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. “𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕.”

“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪. “𝔻𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘?”

“ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕕, 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕦𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕥. “𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕤! 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡. 𝔹𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕤? 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥.”

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, “𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕.”

“𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕦𝕟…𝕊𝕦𝕟…𝕦𝕞…𝕊𝕦𝕟-ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.

“𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕,” 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕.

“𝔹𝕦𝕥…𝕓𝕦𝕥…𝕨𝕙𝕪? 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕.

“𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣?” 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. “ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗?”

“𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟-𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖.

“ℕ𝕠, ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕕. “𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕.”

“ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕. “𝔹𝕦𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟-𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤.”

“𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖.

“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟-𝕃𝕒?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕, 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤.

“𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕠,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕. “ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗, 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕.”

“𝕆𝕙,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘. “𝕐𝕖𝕒 𝕚 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗.”

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗, 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥, 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖.

“𝕀𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦?” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕝𝕪.

“𝕐𝕖𝕤, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕, 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞. “𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜.”

“𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕨𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕘𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕪, 𝕊𝕌ℕ-𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤.

𝕌𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

“𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟.

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡, 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕. 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕡 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟.

“𝕎𝕠𝕨,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣?”

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕪’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥, “𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕀 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜. “𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. “𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕.”

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. “𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕.” ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕘, 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙. “ℕ𝕠𝕨, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕐/ℕ 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕝.

“𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤,” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔, “𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.”

“𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖’𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕. “𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜?”

“𝕀𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛,” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙. “𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕.”

“𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡, 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞, 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕. “ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.”

𝔸𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪.

“ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕖𝕒𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝-𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪.

𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕔 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖. 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤, 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, “ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤.” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖.

“𝕆𝕙 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝,” 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕦𝕡, 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕔𝕪.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.

“𝕐/ℕ, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪, 𝕝𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. “𝕆𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕. “𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡.”

“𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕.

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕠, 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.

“𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕡 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕.

“𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕒 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. “𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝, 𝕝𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖.”

“𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕. “𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡.”

“𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.

“𝕆𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕…𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜, 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖. ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝.

“𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪…𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕. 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨.” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥. 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪.

“ℕ𝕠 𝕟𝕠, 𝕨𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖.

“𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕕.

“𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕. “𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕.”

“𝔸𝕨𝕨𝕨𝕨 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥?”

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕.

“𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕, 𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥, 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕤.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. “𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕.

“ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕. “ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝?”

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤, “𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.

ℍ𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. “𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.

“𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕. “𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣.”

“𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕪. “𝕀’𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.”

“𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝. 𝕋𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤 ‘𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕’ 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕤.

“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥’𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝-𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕.

“ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥.

“𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕.

“𝕀 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕.

“ℕ𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕪,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤.

“𝕐𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪…𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕. 𝕀𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡.” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪. “𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕀’𝕞 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤.”

“𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕. “𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟?”

“𝕎𝕙𝕠?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕.

“𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕩 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙.

“ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕. “ℕ𝕠, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪. “𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕩-𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠.”

“𝕎𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕. “ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟? ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖?”

“𝕐𝕖𝕒,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕. “𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.”

“𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. “𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡, 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥.”

“𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕕. “𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟.”

“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕕. “𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖.”

“𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡. “ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕖. 𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟.”

“𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕. “𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥, 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖.”

“𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕕.

“𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖, 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕, “𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”

“𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕟,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.

“𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕. “𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕥?”

“𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕. “𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕔 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟, 𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙, ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕪𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜.”

“𝕊𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜?” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕.

“𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥, 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖.

“𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, “𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞. ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖?”

“𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕.

“𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀’𝕞 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤.

“𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕟𝕠, ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻𝔼𝔻 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖.

𝕋𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝.

“𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. “𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝕎𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖.”

“𝕆𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, “𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖, 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝔼𝕩𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘 : 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘 𝕡𝕥.𝟚 : 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟠 : 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

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