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𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖. "𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?" 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.