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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 𐙚╰┈➤𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩 ‘𝙘𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙡’ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𐙚 ╰┈➤ 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𐙚 ╰┈➤ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 & 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

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𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖠 5 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄? ‘𝖦𝗈𝗌𝗁’ 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝗒?𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒, 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖠 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖠 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 5 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒-𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇. “𝗛𝗺” ‘𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 ’𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍’ 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 “𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼..?” ’𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍‘ 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 ,𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌 ,𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖠 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖠 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋.

𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ‘𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀’ 𝖲𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 ‘𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖾’ 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋.

𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. ‘𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌’ “𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗜 ��𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥” 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 f𝖺𝗌�� 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖯𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 . “𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿?” -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 , 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. “𝖸/𝗇!” -𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 ”𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘂𝗽” 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 back, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” “ 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 9 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 12𝗮𝗺 ” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁’ “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈, 𝗒𝖾𝖺… 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 30 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 ,𝖮𝖧, 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖭!” You l𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁ed “ 𝗔𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 “ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖶𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖣𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆,𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖡𝖠𝖬 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗌, 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗓𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾” -𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒𝖾𝖽 “ 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁” -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 ”𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗈𝗎𝗍” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖠 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 “𝖸𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽, 𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝗓𝗓𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌”-𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖤𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 , 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗌?” 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽’ “𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾?” 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌. “ 𝗠𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 “ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆’ “𝖮𝗁, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅? 𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝗍?”- 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖠 𝗀𝗎𝗒?”-𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖠 𝗀𝗎𝗒?”- 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽 “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇?” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽’ “𝗡𝗼 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁, 𝗜𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽’ “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?”-𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽’ “𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋’ “ 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗡 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧 “ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋’ “𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 “-𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀’ ” 𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 “ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 playfully threat

𝖠𝗌 𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾- 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 “𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗒?”-𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “ 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻 ” -𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?” -𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽’ “𝖡𝖠𝖧𝖧𝖧𝖠𝖧𝖠”- 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 “ 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧. 𝗢𝗺𝗴 𝗻𝗼𝗼, 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 ” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 ‘𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.’ “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖠𝗇𝖽, 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖠 𝖬𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇?” -𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾” - 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁’ “𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇!” -𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌’ “ 𝗡𝗼𝗼 ” - You try explaining “𝗜𝘁𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆 “ - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 “𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽‘ “ 𝗡𝗢𝗢 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗜 “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽’ “𝖮𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 6 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖲 𝖦𝖮𝖮!”-𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽’ “𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌“ -𝖧��𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽’ “𝖡𝖾𝗍” - 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 ‘

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 ,𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗓𝗓𝖺, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ,𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 9,𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 5 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒. ” 𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 4:20 ” -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅ing 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾’ “𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌?, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇!” -𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀’ “𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖸/𝗇 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉, 𝗒𝖾𝖺?”-𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽’ “ 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 “ - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 ‘ “𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒” - 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌’ “ 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 “ - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄’ “𝖮𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍!!” -𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 “𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾?” - 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽’ “𝖮𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” - 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽’ “𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲, 𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗯𝘆𝘂𝗹? “ - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽’ “𝖧𝖤𝖸, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿’ “𝖶𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋” 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 “ 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖧, 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖬𝖤𝖤?!” -𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 “ 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲.“ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽’ “𝖮𝗁” 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽’ “𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍” -𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽’ “𝖧𝖤𝖸, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 5 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝗒’𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄’ “𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇” -𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁ing 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇’ “𝖶𝖠𝖨𝖳 𝖨 𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖦𝖱𝖤𝖤𝖭 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖫𝖤!” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅’ “𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗇 𝖨𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄.” -𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗌𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 ‘𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋’ “ 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖴𝖦𝖧 𝖲𝖮 𝖧𝖮𝖳” “ 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸, 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽’ “𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾? -𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀’ “𝖡𝖠𝖧𝖠𝖧𝖠𝖧𝖠” “𝖮𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 8 𝖺𝗇𝖽 I 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽” -𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌

“𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 ,𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 when 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇ing “ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗯𝘆𝘂𝗹? “- 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 peeking 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋’ “𝖮𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’ ” 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 “ “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 “ -𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌’ ”𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉, “𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆?” 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋’ “𝖮𝗈, 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆” -S𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽’ “𝖶𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋”-𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋,𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 ,𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾, 𝖠 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎,“ 𝙊𝙃-𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩! “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 ‘ 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 ” 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸-𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝘆𝗼𝘂 “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗈’ ”𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙉𝙤-𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 “ -𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, noticing 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀’ “𝖪𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 —” -𝖠 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “—𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋“ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “𝖸/𝖭, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄?” -𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎‘ “ 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌ing 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 to 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗅𝗅” -𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.’ ” 𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹? “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽’ “𝖸𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾” -𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌’ “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈?” 𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆’ “𝖸𝖾𝖺 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐? 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?“-𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽’ -𝖶𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗂 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽’ “𝖸𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌” -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 “ 𝗦𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗽, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 “𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍..” 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 “𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝖸/𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾. “𝗔𝗹𝗮𝗻 ?” -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍…“ 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 …

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“𝘐 𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬”-𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥’ ”𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬? 𝙉𝙖𝙝…𝙄’𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.” -𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ “𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦” -𝘛𝘢𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨’ “𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭”-𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 ’ “Y𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵?” -𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥’ “𝙊𝙝 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 “-𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺’ “𝘖𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯” -𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵‘ “ 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 “ -𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱 i𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦’ “𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘱” 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵’

𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ,𝖬𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁. “𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄?, 𝖶𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾?” -𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, “𝖸𝖾𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅/𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋” “𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 ”𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗠! 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺!!! “ - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. “𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗶? “-𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝖾𝖽 her 𝖺bout it “ 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖨 𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖭𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖫𝖨𝖤 𝖠𝖡𝖮𝖴𝖳 𝖦𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖯” -𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿’ 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 2𝖾𝖽 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 4.8 𝗀𝗉𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 3.5 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒’ “ 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸! “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗉’ “ 𝖮𝖧 𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖮” -𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎’ ” 𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮,𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿? “ 𝖠𝗌 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 “ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀?” -𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 coming 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 “𝗬𝗲𝗮 , 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁. “ -𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺’

“ 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚“ 𝖢𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖪𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖳-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 ,𝖧𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂—” 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…”-𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ‘ ”𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 “ -𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍’ “𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲—“ -𝖧𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 ,𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖠 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 26, 𝖠 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖪𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋

…𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 4 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒. 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 “ 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸..” Y𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗓𝗓𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗑𝗂 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 “ 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? “-𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽’ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋��𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖪𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇 boxers 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 “ 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮/𝙣, 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮 “-𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍’ “𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁.” -Y𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 , ”𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗…” -𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽. “ 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗜’𝗺 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸…”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 ,𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, “ 𝙝𝙤𝙬’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮?” ”𝗠𝗵𝗺” “𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜” 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 “𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 “ 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 “𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧? “ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 ,𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 ,𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗇𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. ”𝗔𝗵-𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝘂𝗰-𝗳𝗮𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 !“

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍, 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒, 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, “𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚, 𝘼𝙨𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.“ W𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 moved 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 gripping 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ”𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚?” “𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁…” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌’ ”𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥?”“𝗡𝗼, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.” He 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆s𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 “𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠…” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒s in place 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖯𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. “𝙔/𝙣𝙣..” “𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙣 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜..”- 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽’ “ 𝗞𝗼𝗼𝗸.. 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 ”-𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾se 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 ’ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸-𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗸𝗸 𝘆𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘀”-𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 “𝘼𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚..” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 …

𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾, 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 .

“𝑯𝒆𝒚”

“𝐇𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧”

“𝑶𝒉, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎”

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆…”

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↼𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗫 | #1 | 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧⇀

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𝙊𝙈𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨! 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨! 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄’𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬!

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coffeehope · 5 days

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hi long time no post! just wanted to update on here since something possessed me to edit my scifi ot7 fic from several years ago. i thought i’d post a link here! i’d be thrilled if you checked it out! thanks‧˚✩彡

Seven Remaining on A03, 60k words.

Tags: ot7, ya novel-like, dystopia, science fiction, soulmates, light violence, unexplained occurrences, dreams, poetry.

Description:

"All of the sudden he feels a buzzing sensation that reminds him of the static inside his head, and it feels like he’s being watched. He whips around to discover the giant screen on the side of one of the city buildings that is still standing downtown and he stops in his tracks– his face is being broadcasted live."

Seven strangers who span across the Sectors start to have strange dreams and inexplicable experiences that seem to connect them to other places and people. They have to decide whether to trust their intuition, as well as one another, to find something that may or may not be left.

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namjoonxorg · 2 years

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It’s awful when you run into someone you went to high school with. It’s even more awful when that someone is now in a famous band and recognizes you at their show.

Y/N didn’t think she’d ever see Yoongi again—the guitarist in a shitty band from their even shittier hometown—but she was wrong. Toss in the fact that social media is easily accessible, Y/N used to date the main singer, and college students are absolutely unhinged, and you’ve got a situation worse than the millions of rats appearing from NYC subways.

[friday updates]

[PROFILES] spilled milk ▹▹ other characters

Part One ▹▹ Hometown Showdown Part Two ▹▹ #trending Part Three ▹▹ Matchmaker Part Four ▹▹ Long Time No See Part Five ▹▹ Two Shots Too Many

#bts #bts smau #bts au #bts social media au #bts band au #bts non idol au #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #oc characters #min yoongi au #min yoongi x reader #yoongi au #yoongi x reader

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heartshrike · 1 month

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okay i don't have the magic (kinda) to make this happen but namjin figure skating angst au!!! hell yeah!!

playlist and moodboard:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Z7lmO2Q0TLGacXCDZpny7?si=G9LZuFXvR2uxdkKvdukyYQ

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hjh-ceilo-monster · 8 months

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Double Trouble : MYG x JJK

Summary : Being with one hot and popular singer was difficult. Then, how about two?

Inspo. : D-Day Concert the final | Bts 10th anniversary firework show [ Yoongi alone in his concert was lethal enough. Adding Jungkook on the stage...oh, god...they literally burned the stage.] Photos & Gifs : reserved for rightful owners

Author POV.

"Shiiiibaaaaallllll"

The crowd screamed as the lead singer growled.

The light threw different shades here and there, from red to purple to blue and orange.

"Party party yah!"

Another deep growling joined. The chorus excitedly popped up from the hydrolic lift floor.

Now both of them held the arena's attention completely. Looking into one's eyes, they started battling their voice.

To level up the fight of dominance, the bass and drum went wild, matching their singers' energy. While the keyboard, as a backbone of this song, calmly matched the beat.

"I swear they were too much sometimes. How are they going to do the interview after this?"

The manager looked at the monitor and sighed. Despite complaining, he knew he could do nothing.

"They were always like this...always."

Y/n spoke. Watching them proudly, the old memory flashed in front of their eyes. The image of them in their school uniform collided with the now version of them. The sight made them chuckled.

Well, that really was how Yoongi and Jungkook are.

10 years ago

"Why are you here?"

The both of them pointed at each other. Their expression showed nothing but irritation.

"Brief intro for you guys. This is Jungkook, our new member. JK, this is Yoongi, our lead singer."

Y/n introduced the two to each other, even though, it looked like they had already known each other.

"So this is our new chorus? Can he?" Yoongi smirked while provoking the newcomer.

"Can't I be the lead singer. I bet I'm better than this old man." Jungkook, who cared nothing about seniority, challenged Yoongi for the position.

And that was how everything started between the two. Their journey of chaotic friendnemy.

"I still remember how they fought no end. They even broke into fist fight."

Y/n smiled at the old memory. They could feel the nostalgic shock yet delight as if it happened yesterday.

That was understandable though.

Because....they were the cause of the fight.

"Dipshit, you can compete with me on anything, but not Y/n."

The side of Yoongi's lip had some blood seeping. His hand painted red so did his face.

"Why? If you like them, say it! I'm not like you, Agust. I like Y/n and I have guts to say what I feel."

Jungkook shout out his confession, even though, the left side of his cheek got a bruise. His blood was boiling as the older stopped him from his plan.

Y/n stood in front of the door, frozen. They didn't want to believe what they had just witnessed.

"It shouldn't be like this." Y/n mumbled to themselves.

For months, Y/n distanced themselves from the band. The rest of the members couldn't hide it and told their singers why Y/n didn't show up at their studio. The two of them kept apologizing to Y/n afterward.

Well, that was in the past. Now everything between them was good. Their feelings, their problems, everything fell into their places perfectly.

"Y/nie how was it?" Jungkook was about to throw his sweating body toward them, however, Yoongi was quicker.

"Not so fast, kid. We gotta get change first."

A giant bunny pouted before following Yoongi to the changing room. Y/n giggled at the two of them.

From enemy to brother, their relationship was like a roller coaster.

*In the changing room*

"Everything's ready." The staff adjusted suit one last time before let Yoongi and Jungkook go.

"Hyung...this is it. Will they say yes?" Jungkook asked his older friend. His hands were shaking.

Yoongi didn't answer anything. The older one seemed to be well-prepared, yet his eyes couldn't hide his worry.

As much as they wanted to hear a yes and quite confident about it, deep down they were a tiny part that prepared for the rejection.

No matter what they wanted, in the end, it wasn't something they could control.

"Let's go." Yoongi spoke and lead the way.

"They are late. Is everything alright? Aren't you guys have a special ending before the concert end?"

Y/n asked the rest of the band.

"We know nothing...really. The staff only told us that those two would like to perform something special for the ending of this tour."

The bass player replied and glanced at other members, having the same expression as Y/n.

They all were confused.

Phew.....Phew....

The string of lights started shooting up into the sky. And the next moment, the firework bloomed, lighting up in the middle of darkness.

"It has been 10 years we were together. Spending year and year after you, in every difficulty we always find hope..."

Jungkook's voice suddenly came through the speakers. The firework still went on, blooming in various patterns.

"As a special day, at the end of this successful tour, we wanted to express our love and gratitude to our first fan..."

Yoongi then continued the script.

"Every practice session, every lyric, every beat, they won't exist if it wasn't you who kept encouraging us...."

"We fought a lot. We cried a lot. We acted like kids around you, yet you were never tired of us two..."

Jungkook chuckled as he ended the sentences.

"Thank you for being here. Thank you for not giving up on us. Thank you. We hope this letter touch your heart. How we wish there is a word that has a greater meaning than the word love to say to you..."

The two of them said in unison.

"Y/n-ah, let's be together always...and for the rest of our lives, shall we?"

One final blow of the firework lit the sky.

'Will you marry us?'

A/n note : That's it. I hope you enjoy the os. Seeing them together on the stage and other performance from Jimin and Namjoon with Yoongi make me want to fastfoward to 2025 so bad. Well, I chose this pair because of the chemistry when I saw the fancam. I thought it would be nice to put them into frienemy mode with and oc who bond them within the relationship (+ a litle romance)

Thanks for reading. See you next session

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euphoricfilter · 6 months

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standing next to you:

pairing: dancer! jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || strangers to somewhat lovers

summary: with all those eyes on him, he only had eyes for you

word count: 4k

tags/ warnings: infidelity (womp womp), m/c has a crusty rich old bitch of a husband, smut in the forms of: dom! jungkook, who is a little condescending (because we all know i like that), subby! reader, semi-public sex?, oral (fem. receiving), unprotected sex, the pull out method (womp womp), multiple orgasms, cum marking? jungkook has a dick piercing!!!! lets goooo!!!!

notes: yippee jungkook gave me another smut idea. kinda half edited so if there’s mistakes then no there isn’t <\3

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It couldn’t have been more than half a second, Jungkook’s eyes catching yours for the briefest moment as the spotlights dance over the crowd, what could have been mistaken for the galaxy reflected in your irises as you look at him.

The eyes that told a story of worship, how his mere existence was a crazed phenomenon your brain was barely able to process as you follow his body across the stage.

For months now, he would catch glimpses of you, always sat at the same table with the same people. Never once talking to them as your focus lays solely on him as he dances on stage.

Your face is soon veiled by one of his back-up dancers, flicker of a moment gone. Whatever was there, a short spark of interest simmering out as your face is no longer in his line of sight. Buzz of something a little more snapped, dissolving into fine dust under the orange hue of the light.

There was such innocent wonder in your eyes as your gaze flickers across the stage, entirely enamoured by what lay before you. The theatre nothing like you had ever seen before, ever so extravagant, and elegant. Male dancers dominating the stage, flowing as if they were dancing on ice, so free-spirited in the ways their bodies move.

Constant stimuli of such an event scratching the back of your mind—the way Jungkook moves enough for you to drown out the rest of the chatter behind you, your existence nothing to any of these people.

Your heart hammers in time with the base that tickles the bottom of your feet, broaches on the dancers’ jackets star-like as the spotlight finds its place back on stage, Jungkook’s face soon illuminated again. Face sculpted, a gift from the high heavens, a man that captures the hearts of many, man and woman alike.

He wonders if your eyes remain on him, bright with wonder as he glides across the stage, trying his hardest to find your eyes behind the harsh glare of the lights, sat ever so pretty, the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen.

It’s only when the lights dim does he see the hand on your thigh, silver band of a wedding ring sat one of the fingers.

Though you don’t seem to notice, entirely focused on the stage you don’t seem to realise when your husband squeezes your thigh, entirely unaware when he pushes his chair back to stand up. Ignorant to the fact that he saunters over to another woman a couple of tables behind where you’re sat.

Left alone in the company of your husband’s friends, who have no means to talk to you, nor acknowledge your existence. Because who would talk to the wife of the man who clearly has no care for what should be his lover? And as much as you pretend to not notice, never once asking why he gets home so late, or the messages that flash across the screen of his phone, never once have you brought it up.

Because that wasn’t your job. You weren’t there to care, to worry about who got your husband’s dick wet or who was stuffed full of his cum, who had it dripping down their legs when he re-emerges after you hadn’t seen him for what felt like hours. You were there to look pretty, and to smile at any man that gives you attention, nothing more and nothing less.

Jungkook thinks you must be the first to stand on your feet once the performance is over, eager in your applause. Too shy to meet his eyes from where he looks down at you from the stage, but not enough to not show your appreciation for his art. Glittery shimmer of the dim light illuminating you, stood centre of the room, awe reflected from your face as you quickly glance up to look at him before the curtain lowers.

So many minutes of your life stolen by him, perfect in the way his body moved, moments you never wish you get back because you wished to watch him dance forever.

Your eyes flit down to the sliver of stomach that peeks from beneath his blazer when he raises his arms at the applause.

You swallow at the deep rumble of his voice as he thanks the crowd, turning to thank the back-up dancers too before he’s facing you again, hint of a smile on his face as he takes one final bow. The curtains falling from the ceiling, your hair tickling your neck at the short gust of wind it produces.

It takes a moment for you to gather yourself, mind reeling as you glance around the room. Entirely isolated, even with hundreds of people surrounding you.

You can’t see where your husband had wandered off to, swallowing down any apprehension you have as you sit back down, fingers gentle as they pick up the flute of champagne—too expensive for your tastes, and you hate to think just how much it costs. Much rather having the host spend that sort of money on the reason for this evening than wowing guests with expensive alcohol and high-end food. Because surely the fund raiser would fare better with all that money than the pompous assholes that laughed in the face of the less fortunate.

You almost jump out of your seat when a heavy hand lands on your shoulder, eyes wide as your tilt your head upwards to see who it could be. Heart hammering when your eyes meet Jungkook’s, flickering across his face.

You swallow, “Hi” you breathe, turning your body to face him a little better.

The corners of Jungkook’s lips curl up into a smile, piercings catching the light, “What’s a pretty girl doing sitting alone?”

He pulls out an empty chair beside you, your head flickering across all the empty chairs around the table, wondering where all your husband’s friends had gone.

“Oh just…” you start, turning back to look at him, words dissolving on your tongue when your eyes meet his.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back in the chair a little, legs spread wide. His eyes flicker down to the ring on your finger.

“I thought your performance earlier was amazing” you rush, hands running over your silk dress. Perfect change of conversation.

Jungkook leans a little closer to you, reaching across the table a little to grab your glass of champagne. Your eyes stay trained on his lips as they wrap around the rim of the glass, breath catching in the back of your throat as he downs the rest of your drink.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name?” he urges, eyes sharp as they flicker across your face.

“Y/n” you breathe, “and you are…”

“Jungkook” he holds out his hand for you to shake. You take it, toes curling, imaginary electric current slipping down your body at his gentle touch.

“I could show you backstage if you like?” he offers, hands smothering down the imaginary creases in his suit, nodding towards the stage, “It’s pretty nice back there”

You glance over your shoulder, eyes scanning the room for a moment before you’re looking back at Jungkook nodding, “I would like that” you murmur, taking his hand when he offers it to you. He tugs you a little closer to his side once you’ve stood up, linking your arm with his as he walks the both of you around the maze of tables.

Not once does it cross your mind that all the people in the room can see you clinging onto another man, eyes glued to the side of his face as you paint a picture of him in your mind. After so many months of watching him perform on stage, a perfect entity so far out of reach, he was not stood beside you. Warm flesh radiating underneath his suit jacket, scar on his cheek deepened from the overhead lights, calloused hand holding yours.

Someone that had felt entirely unhuman, so long of yearning, but there he was, touching you like it were nothing and he weren’t one of your dreams. Silly little fantasies of a man that should never be yours, dreams of what days would be like with someone like Jungkook. Dreams that should have never been yours to begin with, not while the slippery claws of the law tie you to another man.

Jungkook, ever the gentleman, helps you up the stairs backstage. Narrow hallway entirely empty as he flicks the light on, “It’s truly wonderful back here” he tells you, not letting go of your hand once.

You look around in awe, head turning to look over the outfits hung on clothes racks as you walk by.

“We can order food in my dressing room? I assume you haven’t eaten yet and I don’t think they plan to bring dinner out for a while longer” he tells you, pulling a set of keys out the front pocket of his jacket, opening the door with ease.

“I am a little hungry” you hum, stepping into the dressing room, sitting on one of the couches when he motions for you to make yourself comfortable.

Your eyes flicker towards the door when he locks it, apprehension clawing its way up your body.

“Jungkook…?” you ask, gaze never leaving the lock, even as he slinks towards you, long steps across the room having him in front of you in no time.

“You’re tense” he sits beside you, hand running down the length of your arm, “Let me fix that”

You don’t miss the dark haze in his eyes, cunt clenching at the mere thought of a man of his calibre wanting you in any sort of way.

You swallow, eyes glancing down at his lips then back up to his eyes, “We can’t” you whisper.

“Why’s that?” he murmurs, fingers training over your thighs, silk dress soft under his fingertips.

“Because…” you start, swallowing down a whimper when his fingers graze your warm skin.

“Because” he urges, teasing as he inches his fingers that little big higher.

“Because my—” you swallow, Jungkook’s scoff cutting you off.

“Because of your incompetent husband?”

You tongue wets your bottom lip, fingers clenching by your side, “Yes” your voice breathless.

“Leave him” Jungkook groans, hand tugging yours closer to him, slipping the wedding ring off your finger.

You watch as he holds it, prickle of guilt building within your chest at the fact you don’t feel bad in the slightest for what you want from Jungkook, nor the fact he holds a symbol of love and you can only wish for him to take it forever, no longer yours. No longer a burden you wish to carry.

He slips it into the pocket of his jacket, leaning forward enough for the tip of his nose to kiss yours, short huff of a breath slipping past his lips. He tilts his head a little, gentle hesitation tugging at his body; leeway for you to pull away and stop this whenever you want.

You let out a shaky breath, fingers curling into the collar of his jacket, tugging him towards you. A groan catches in the back of his throat when your lips collide with his, desperate need radiating from every pore of your electrified body—tongue prodding at his bottom lip.

“My darling” he breathes in the brief moment you part, though he wastes no time tilting your head backwards that little bit as he kisses you again.

You hum against his lips, eyes slipping shut as his hands wander the length of your body, thumbs digging into your hips, down the length of your thighs until he’s tugging at the hem of your dress.

Your pussy clenches as his fingers inch that little bit higher, moan caught by Jungkook as he ghosts over tender skin, pulling the fabric higher and higher until he’s brushing his knuckles over your panties. Damp beneath his fingers as he presses through your covered folds, your hips bucking upwards when he nudges your clit.

A breathy laugh is pulled from him as you rock forward a little, chasing the pleasure as he presses his thumb a little harder against your clit.

“Pretty girl” he murmurs, hand slipping from between your legs to tug at your dress, pulling it up and over your head.

Your arms fold over your bare chest, Jungkook’s tongue wetting his bottom lip as his eyes rake down the length of your body, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs.

“How beautiful” he says, bending down a little to press a gentle kiss over your collar bone. His hands leaving your thighs to tug your arms away from your chest, guttural groan vibrating from his chest.

You let out something similar to a squeak when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, goosebumps prickling up the skin of your arms at the flash of pleasure that shoots down your spine as his teeth graze over the sensitive skin.

Slick leaks into your panties as your hand grazes over the evident erection that strains behind the expensive fabric of his pant, cock twitching beneath the tips of your fingers as you squeeze his length.

“Want you” he ruts his hip upwards into your hand, tongue flat over your tits before he sucks at your warm skin, red blossoming with every mean little nip of his teeth. Claim of your body as his, evidence of his lust and your leaking pleasure that pools between your legs.

“You have me” you breathe, fiddling with the button of his dress pants, stumbling over yourself a little as he helps you lay back on the couch. He tugs your panties down your thighs, bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he watches the string of arousal that connects the cotton to your sodden pussy, all puffy and pretty. Clit erect and desperate, moan slipping off your lips when he leans down to press a kiss to the swollen little nub, pocketing your panties in his jacket.

“Jungkook” you moan, fingers digging into his hair, pulling him further into your pussy, hips rolling up into his face as he lays his tongue flat for you to ride.

He tugs down his pants and underwear just under his straining cock as you use him to get yourself off, shameless in your own pleasure as he moans into your pussy—incoherent whisper of how good you taste drowned out by the slick sound of your folds parting, fingers prodding at your entrance before sinking between your walls.

You clench around the intrusion, fingers tightening their hold on Jungkook’s hair as you moan out his name, mind nothing but lust filled mush, pleasure coursing through every inch of your body as he sucks on your clit.

“Gonna cum” you moan, fingers tugging at your nipples. Hiccup of his name catching in your throat at a particularly hard suck, thick fingers curling right over your sweet spot.

He presses a second finger into your, incessant nudge against your insides sending you reeling over the edge. A cry falling from your lips as you reach your peak, hips still rutting up into Jungkook’s mouth as you ride your high.

“Good girl” he murmurs against your pussy, fingers slipping out of you so he can drink down your release. Tip of his tongue pressing past your entrance to take whatever your body has to give him, cum coated fingers pressing slightly over your still buzzing clit, fiery pleasure thrumming beneath your skin.

“S’ too much” you whine, pushing his head from between your legs, sheen of your arousal coating his mouth and chin shiny.

Your eyes flicker down when something shiny catches the light, and they widen slightly when you see his hand wrapped around his thick cock, thumb running over the king’s crown piercing.

“Oh” you murmur, pussy clenching at the prospect of him being inside of you.

Jungkook hums, fingers squeezing tighter around his length, “You like it, baby?”

You swallow, tongue running over your bottom lip.

You nod, legs falling open a little wider for him, “Want it” you mumble, fingers parting your folds, silent invitation for him to split you open, fuck and fill you until you’re nothing than a pile of pleasure.

“Yeah?” his lips curl at the corners, hint of a smile showing.

“Mhmm” you nod, and his eyes catch sight of your cunt clenching.

“What do we say when we want something, baby?” he urges, scooting between your legs, pressing his cockhead through your folds, watching your hips jolt at the gentle stimulation to your clit.

You arch your back, dribble of slick caught by the tip of his cock as he slicks his length up with your arousal.

“Please, Jungkook” you breathe, “Please I need you”

“So good for me” he groans, thumb pressing just under his piercing, pressing his cock into you.

Your mouth falls open into a silent moan, ache throbbing down your length as his cock splits you open.

“Good girl” he murmurs, stomach tensing when you clench around his cock, piercing dragging deliciously against your walls.

“So good” you moan, hands finding his hips to pull him further inside of you, desperate for every agonising inch he had.

He holds himself inside of you, pelvis flushed with the backs of your thighs as he helps you rest your legs around his waist.

“Yeah, you feel good, baby?” he leans down, lips pressing against your jaw, fingers sinking into the flesh of your hips, gently rutting his cock into you, “Better than your husband could ever make you feel, yeah?”

He lets out a breathy laugh when he feels you clench around his girth, thighs twitching at his words.

“Come on baby, tell me how much better I make you feel” he taunts, dragging an inch of his cock out of you, distressed whine tumbling past your lips as your pussy clenches, trying to pull his cock back into you.

“Tell me” one of his hands takes hold of your jaw, tugging your face so your eyes meet his, “Tell me”

“You make me feel better than he does” you mumble.

“Louder” he shakes your head a little.

“You make me feel better” you say a little louder, chest tightening.

“Than who?” he urges, thumb running over your bottom lip, pressing into your mouth and over your tongue.

“My husband” you slur, mouth tugged open by his thumb.

“And who do you belong to?”

You blink up at Jungkook, drool gathering in the corners of your lips, such a pretty little thing. Ever so messy and desperate, awfully cute if you asked Jungkook.

“Who?”

You swallow, pussy clenching, “You”

“Mmhmm” he hums, “that’s right, all mine”

You rut your hips upwards, clit dragging against his stomach, thrum of pleasure making your toes curl, eyes still trained on Jungkook as you try and get yourself off.

He tugs at the corner of your mouth, thumb pressing into your cheek, watching as the skin bulges. And he wonders briefly what you’d look like with his cock stuffed in your mouth, pretty eyes blinking up at him like they did when he performed on stage; like he held all the secrets to the world in the palms of his hands. Those same hands that would smother your body with his love, dimpling pretty skin and pulling you back onto his cock.

“Jungkook” you whine, hips rutting a little more desperately, so needy for a second orgasm.

“A needy little thing, that’s what you are” his lips curl into a smile, thumb falling from your mouth as his hips pull backwards, your thighs quivering at the drag of his piercing inside of you.

He pulls out until the tip, hands tugging your thighs open a little wider before he’s snapping back into you, relentless as he picks up his pace. He holds you by the backs of your knees, angling your body that little bit off the couch, cockhead pressing against your sweet spot with every rough jab back into you.

“Shit, that’s good” he groans, wet smack back into you echoing off the walls of the dressing room.

You moan a staccato of his name, nothing but how good his cock fills you up in your mind, so entirely full of Jungkook in every respect of the word.

He doesn’t slow down, rhythmic with every thrust back into you, pussy clenching as your fingers slide down the length of your body, pressing over your sensitive clit.

“I’m close” you moan, free hand dragging down the length of his arm, grabbing at the fabric of his suit as your back arches.

“Come for me, baby” he groans, “Make a mess of my cock”

Your hand slips from his arm, grabbing hold of your chest as you continue to flick your clit, moan catching in the back of your throat as you slip head first into your orgasm.

Jungkook watches your face contour in pleasure, snapping his cock into you sloppy. He twitches between your walls, fingers digging into you a little harder, staving off his orgasm for as long as he can while you ride out your high, mind so far gone, eyes glazed over as you look up at him.

“That’s it, baby” his voice is gruff, pressing his cock against your sweet spot, your hips jolting, pleasure slipping into odd tingly overstimulation as he ruts into you, your fingers still pressing over your clit.

Jungkook moans, cock slipping out of you, his hand quick to wrap around his length. Slick noise reverberating in your ears as he brings himself over the edge, angling his cock so his cum paints your stomach. Thick string of white coating your skin, spurts of it shooting out of his cock. His stomach tenses, eyes slipping shut as he squeezes his cockhead, final spurt of his seed slipping just over your clit, joining the wet mess of your cunt as it slips down your folds.

“That’s a good girl” he groans, letting go of his softening cock.

He looks at you down the length of his nose, watching as you smear his cum over your skin, absolutely fascinated as it clings to your fingers.

His cock stirs in interest when you dip your fingers into your mouth, tongue licking up his release.

“You little minx” he laughs, bringing your legs back down, bending to press a kiss to your cum stained lips.

Your eyes slip shut as he kisses you, any tension left in your body dissolving as his tongue licks up his own release from your lips.

“Leave him” Jungkook murmurs, mouth hovering over yours, eyes still closed as the both of you bask in your afterglow. Skin sweat tacky, cooling slowly as his fingers dance over your skin, final humming of pleasure beneath your skin fizzling away.

“I can’t” you breathe.

“Run away then” he says, “with me”

Your eyes slip open, hand holding Jungkook’s jaw.

“Jungkook” you warn.

“What?” he mumbles, eyes slipping open to meet your own, “We can go somewhere far, he won’t find you… he won’t find us”

You wet your bottom lip, mind reeling as you weigh out your options.

“He doesn’t love you” his thumb runs over your cheek.

“I know” you whisper, eyes flickering between his, “But do you?”

Jungkook swallows, “Not as much as I want to, but that doesn’t mean what I’m feeling isn’t love”

You glance over at the clock on the wall, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as silence stretches out between the both of you.

You let out a long sigh, “We have an hour at most… before he’ll come looking”

Jungkook can’t help the smile that tugs onto his lips, “Then we should get going?”

The corners of your own lips tug upwards, “Yes… I suppose we should” you say, taking the hand he offers to help you sit up.

“Don’t make me regret this” you warn him as you slip your dress over your head, cringing at the drying cum that clings to your skin.

“I won’t” he promises.

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Now I'm Yours | Feel It In Your Soul

↳ Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader ⤜ A/B/O, Established Relationship/Mates ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 6,697 ⚠️ Vulgar language, fingering, knotting, creampie, discussion of violent acts, fighting/physical altercation, alpha challenge, knife violence/attack, blood, injury, bond sex, dick licking/oral, slick eating, biting/marking, blood/wound licking, surprise pregnancy

A/N: Read Make You Mine, the first installment of this series, here!

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When you meet Jungkook’s family in the garage the next morning, the sun isn't even up yet. His parents are waiting next to the large SUV that’s idling by the open door when you enter through the side entrance from the laundry room.

After a hasty shower, you threw on jeans and a t-shirt and are now helping Junghyun load the back of the vehicle with a few boxes from the storage room. The tops of the boxes are labeled with various things, mostly boasting medical supplies or nonperishable foodstuffs.

“Did Jungkook say why he wanted us to bring all of this stuff?"

Junghyun looks up at you from under his brow as he bends over to retrieve the next box, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “Donations. We’re going to be close to The Sanctuary, and we try to donate once a quarter if we’re able.”

This is the first you’ve heard of the Jeons donating to The Sanctuary. You’re intimately familiar with the place. It’s exactly what it sounds like: a sanctuary for abused or neglected omegas and their children. Mari was one such omega, cast aside by her original pack when she didn’t match with any of the alphas within it. It wasn’t until Roland, having just taken over as pack Alpha of your old pack, started up his own annual donations to The Sanctuary that he met Mari. Your old pack made at least a donation every six months after that, helping as many omegas and children as possible.

It’s not that you wouldn’t think the Jeons are a pack that would help those less fortunate; you’d just not given it much thought, considering you grew up thinking they were run by power-hunger alphaholes. Not that Jungkook isn’t an alphahole, he’s just…maybe not as bad as you once thought—even without the rose-tinged view you have of him now from being your mate.

The duel is taking place on neutral territory, which happens to be an old warehouse that’s been converted into a performance theatre in the entertainment district of the central city. The warehouse was renovated a few decades ago by the council when enough of the surrounding packs hounded them for a space to meet en masse.

It’s about three hour's drive, the view filled with the sun peeking over the mountains and trees with their leaves changing in preparation for winter. You sit in the passenger seat, head resting against the window while you try not to stress too much over the events of the next twenty-four hours.

“Come on, dear,” the soft voice of Jungkook’s mother drags you from your rumination. She’s leaning through the gap between the front seats, her hand lightly squeezing your shoulder. “We’re here.”

You hadn’t even realized the vehicle had stopped and that Junghyun and Jungkook’s father had gotten out already.

“Sorry,” you mutter, popping open the door and sliding out.

She meets you along the side of the SUV, a concerned look pinching her brow. “Are you feeling okay?”

Now that she mentions it, you are feeling a bit off-kilter. Though, it’s probably just the nerves. “Just worried, that’s all,” you explain, pressing a hand against your stomach.

“Did you skip breakfast?” she asks, hooking her arm around your other one and slowly leading you to where Junghyun and his father stand near the elevator of the parking garage.

Breakfast was the last thing on your mind this morning. “Yeah. I’ll be okay, though.”

“Nonsense,” she tuts, producing a whole-grain protein bar from the bag slung over her other shoulder. “You’ll feel better with something in your stomach. Now, let’s go find my son. Being near your alpha will do you a dose of good, as well.”

You nibble on the protein bar, looking to simply placate her, but find yourself suddenly ravenous and consume the whole thing in three bites. It sits like lead in your belly, and you immediately regret wolfing it down so quickly.

“This foolish display will start at precisely noon, not long now,” Jungkook’s father states, the clip of his cane hitting the linoleum flooring of the elevator echoing the disapproval that’s evident in his voice.

Junghyun presses the button that’s labeled ‘theatre hall’ on the control panel and the cabled car begins a swift ascent up to the fifth floor. You caught sight of Jungkook's motorcycle in the parking garage, sitting next to Jimin’s red sports car. A few other familiar vehicles lined the rows, but there were dozens more you didn’t recognize.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you feel a familiar humming warmth bloom in the center of your chest. It’s the same feeling you’ve learned to associate with being nearer to Jungkook. Peeking at your phone, you see it’s a message from the alpha, letting you know he’s waiting for you just on the other side of the elevator doors.

“There you are,” Jungkook exhales, not even waiting for you to get off the elevator before he’s gathering you into his arms. His scent engulfs you, immediately putting you at ease. Jungkook is all alpha, and as much as you hate to admit it, he’s exactly what you need; your stomach and nerves are instantly soothed.

Jungkook’s father clears his throat, drawing Jungkook’s attention. “What news do you have?”

Jungkook sighs, releasing most of his hold on you, but keeps an arm over your shoulders and ushers you out of the elevator and into the hall. “Most all the other families have arrived. Jimin is with Daehyun now. I haven’t managed to lay my eyes on either Raiden or Demetrius. According to the council, they’re supposed to be in the eastern dressing rooms. I have seen Kiel skulking around the halls, though, creepy bastard.”

“Have you seen Hyunsoo?” Jungkook nods in answer to his father’s question. “I’d like to have a word with him.”

“Last I saw him, he was inside speaking with the council.”

“Perfect, I could do with a word for them, too,” Jungkook’s father grumbles before starting toward the entrance to the performance hall proper. Junghyun follows closely behind, after dipping his chin at Jungkook. You’ve never seen Jungkook get bent out of shape over designation deference, as some alphas do. He doesn’t force those below him to bow and scrape; he just asks for as much respect as he affords them in exchange. It’s just another tick you’ve had to add to your ‘Jungkook isn’t as bad as I once thought’ list.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jungkook asks softly, his eyes flicking between yours.

You do feel much better now that you’re with him, which would normally grate on you, but you can’t seem to muster up the typical ire for some reason. “I’ll be fine,” you assure him. “Just nerves.” That seems to satisfy him.

“Come on, let’s go before Dad causes too much of a scene.”

“Umm, I’ll be right there. I’m just going to go to the restroom real quick.”

He continues to stare at you for a moment longer before slowly nodding. “Okay. Mom, we’ll be right back—”

“No, no. It’s okay, you don’t have to come with—”

“Jungkook,” his mom interrupts you both, giving her son an amused smile. “She might be your omega, but I promise she doesn’t need you to hold her hand while she uses the restroom. I’ll wait here for her. You go on ahead with your father and Junghyun.”

Pink creeps up Jungkook’s neck and kisses his ears. “Right. Okay. I’ll see you inside,” he mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before reluctantly taking his arm from across your shoulders and heading toward the door his father and brother disappeared through.

“Thank you,” you say to his mom. “I’ll be right back.”

You’ve only been here a handful of times over the years for various events, but you’re able to follow the signs well enough to the restrooms located on this side of the venue. However, when you get there, the door is locked, and there is a janitorial wet-floor sign posted right outside.

It’s just your luck, right as you’re starting to feel a light wave of nausea wash over you. Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm your inner omega, who isn’t helping the situation at all, you turn to retreat back to where Jungkook’s mom is waiting for you a few halls over. Maybe she’ll have something that can calm your warring stomach and nerves.

“I can break the lock if you need to get in there,” a voice calls out from further down the hall just as you take a step to go back. “You look like you need it.”

You swivel toward the voice but can only make out the silhouette of someone standing in a darkened doorway a few doors down. They pull out a phone, and the blue light illuminates the ceiling for a moment before it’s plunged back into darkness. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“You don’t look fine to me.” The words come with a chuckle that slithers over your senses and sets you on high alert. You’ve heard that voice before. “If fact, you look like a helpless little omega that’s about to sick up all over the floor.”

That’s a thought. You might just do that, considering who steps out from that doorway, the face fitting with the name screaming inside your head. Kiel Barton. He’s every inch the viperous bastard he’s known to be. Despite being not much taller than you, he’s thicker through each arm and leg than both of yours combined. His bald head glints in the overhead light, and the jagged scar on his right cheek is bright white against his red-flushed face. He swaggers into the hallway, just a few feet away, twirling a switchblade through his thick fingers.

“I’m not helpless,” you seethe through your teeth. You don’t necessarily mean for the words to come out so aggressively, but they do. Years of not taking shit from anyone don’t seem to have worn off too much from your time of being mated with Jungkook. And if it’s one thing you’ve always hated, it’s how everyone thinks omegas are weak and soft—helpless without an alpha.

Kiel grins, and it reminds you of something you might see in a horror film right before the psycho killer attacks. “Oh, sweet, sweet omega,” he crows before sucking in a deep lungful of air, “I don’t think you realize just how helpless you are right now.”

You’re about to turn on your heel and run when he leaps. It’s like a strike of lightning; he moves so fast—faster than your reflexes can keep up with. Pain thunders through you as his burly form knocks into you and sends you hurtling a few feet down the hall to land in a heap on the floor.

He’s back on you in an instant, cold steel pressed against your neck. “Get off me!” you scream, trying your best to buck him off despite the disorienting feeling still reeling inside your head.

“I promised my brother as long as he did his part, I would do mine,” Kiel sing-songs in a demented tone, his words trailing off into another one of those spine-chilling chuckles.

“Fuck you!” You struggle under his weight, your knees and elbows trying to get any purchase along his thick-muscled body that they can. You manage to catch him along the neck with your hand, nails scoring bloody lines through the devil tattoo he has there.

An ear-splitting roar, the sound of loud banging, and running feet sound from somewhere down the hall, making Kiel’s laughter trail off. “Looks like my time to play is—” A small, sneakered foot meets the side of his ribs, turning his words into a grunt. The hit barely rocks him, but you can’t be sure of who it is, though, around his bulk.

“Get off of her, you snake!” snarls a familiar feminine voice, only it’s dripping with far more acid than you’ve ever heard before.

“FUCK! I don’t have time for this!” Kiel thunders, rearing back and bringing a fist around right into your temple, sending you careening into hazy darkness.

There is so much noise and movement that when you first come to, you think you’re dreaming. But then the very real pain lights up along your side, and you’re reminded that this is very much not a dream. You’re laying on the floor in the hallway outside the bathroom, side smarting hard from the impact of hitting the floor and the memory of a meaty fist stark in your mind.

You go to sit up, only to have your hand slip through a puddle of warm, sticky liquid. The scent hits you a second later, thick and metallic. “Oh gods,” you whimper softly. Your hand is bright red when you bring it up in front of your face.

“Please,” comes an even more pitiful whimper from beside you. Adrenaline kicks in, and you flip onto your hands and knees, letting your eyes swing over the scene around you.

A dozen bodies are packed in the hall, fists flying and mouths opened in concussive bellows. It’s pandemonium. Everyone is fighting, familiar faces and those of strangers alike. All the sounds combined make you want to crawl into a corner and cover your ears, but the form lying beside you keeps you right where you are.

Jungkook’s mom lies on the floor. Her body turned at an odd angle, with her hips going one way and her torso the other as if she was flung around like a ragdoll. You realize the whimpering is coming from her. She lifts a trembling hand toward you, and you grab onto it, crawling closer to kneel beside her.

The blood covering your hand, now seeping through the knees of your jeans, is coming from her. A familiar-looking switchblade is protruding from the upper right area of her chest, between her clavicle and shoulder, and there is a cut over her left eyebrow that blood is steadily oozing from.

“No, no, no!” You quickly rip off a strip from the bottom of your t-shirt and press it around the blade, trying to staunch the wound. The cut above her brow doesn’t look deep; all the blood is a bit alarming, but you know headwounds are the worst in being deceptive; they bleed so much. You’re also scared to take your hands away from her chest. “What did you do?”

Her eyes flicker open, rolling wide until they land on you. “Had to”—she pauses, whimpering in pain as someone stumbles backward and knocks into her splayed legs—”pr-protect the baby.”

“Protect the–protect the wh—”

“NO!” The alpha roar echoes through the hall, as loud as a thunderclap.

In the same instant that your hands are moved aside and replaced by the older, more gnarled ones of her mate, arms come around you from behind and you’re lifted up off the floor. Fear grips your throat, and you flail, aiming your elbow backward at whoever grabbed you.

“Stop, calm down!” Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your fight instinct, and you sag in his arms. The fighting around you has turned into pockets of isolated struggle.

You blink a few times, clearing the panicked haze from your eyes, finally able to piece everything together. There are a few busted lips and some already swelling eyes, but there are at least a handful of familiar faces around you. Each one is executing some form of hold over individuals with less familiar faces; headlocks, arm bars, and others that look just as effective, if maybe more painful.

Then there is the scene at your feet, right out of a horror movie. Jungkook’s dad and brother are kneeling beside his mom, the knife still sticking out of her chest. It looks like the blood has stopped pooling around the blade, but you can’t seem to remember if that’s a good or a bad sign.

“Jungkook! Your mom, we need a medic!” you urge, struggling in his arms again.

A sinister, wet, cackling laugh cuts through the hushed din of the hallway before it turns into a hacking cough. You can hear the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh and pained grunts.

”Shut up, you sick bastard!” The ragged cry comes from further down the hallway, where you see Seokjin with his arms wrapped around Kiel’s upper torso and Yoongi throwing fists into his stomach. “How dare you!?”

“Yoongi.” Jungkook doesn’t have to raise his voice at all. The other alpha stops, fist poised mid-punch, his shoulders heaving. “That’s enough.” The coldness in Jungkook’s tone has the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. You’ve never heard him sound so utterly emotionless. “For now.”

Pounding footsteps sound from the other end of the hall, and a few betas come skidding into view, medical bags in hand. “Out of the way!” one of the betas shouts, shouldering his way down the hall before dropping down beside Junghyun and beginning to work. “I need to get her stabilized before we can move her.”

Everything is still a bit cloudy for you; all you have are flits and flashes of memory, but it’s not hard to piece it together. Kiel came after you outside the bathroom, and then Jungkook’s mom tried to interfere. “Is she, is she going to be okay?” you ask, voice soft, your lips trembling around the question.

Jungkook hooks an arm under the backs of your legs and hoists you up against his chest, and you get your first good look at his face. There is a dribble of blood coming from the corner of his mouth and mild swelling coming up around his left eye.

He’s about to open his mouth to say something when a group of grey-haired alphas cut around the corner at the end of the hall, and the one in the front gasps dramatically, “Good gods! What has happened?” You groan at the loud sound, burying your face into Jungkook’s chest.

“This is what happens when you entertain absurd demands from a known trouble-making pack,” Jungkook’s father states with barely veiled malice.

“This is your mess,” Jungkook says, directing attention to the elders shuffling their feet at the end of the hall. His words are acerbic despite him speaking at a normal volume. It’s an alpha statement, carrying the cutting edge of an unspoken command. The entire hallway stills, the air thick with tension.

“Our mess?”

“If you had listened to me from the start about how utterly ridiculous this whole duel bullshit was, this”—he nods down at his mother, who is still being worked on by the betas—”wouldn’t have happened. I’ll have all of you off the council before the week is over, mark my words,” he seethes. “And, if she doesn’t recover fully, I’ll have more than just your titles. Yoongi, Seokjin, you know what to do.” With that, Jungkook turns and stalks down the hall, carrying you with him.

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Jungkook

There is so much rage simmering beneath Jungkook’s skin that he thinks he might explode if he doesn’t let it out somehow. However, the only outlet he wants right now is you—to get lost in your body and your soul—but you’re in no state to take the brunt of his emotions.

“Jungkook.” Your soft voice draws his gaze down to your face. Seeing the swelling around your eye makes him want to turn around and finish what Yoongi was starting. Jungkook isn’t violent, but he could level the entire city right now if he weren’t so focused on getting you checked out. You bring a hand up and lightly trace the break in his lip. “What happened?”

“Raiden and Demetrius. I think this was their plan all along. One minute, Father and I were talking to the council while we waited, and the next, Raiden and Demetrius, along with a half dozen of their pack, came bursting into the theatre and attacked us.” Jungkook sighs, shaking his head. “I felt you, I felt the…” the trails off, not wanting to voice those feelings aloud. The pure terror he felt through his mate connection to you. The tie between the two of you has never really been an open street, he’s never been able to feel your emotions so viscerally before. It was almost enough to take him to his knees. If he didn’t need to fight off a pack of rabid alphas, it nearly might have. “I’m sorry,” Jungkook rasps.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. We knew they were up to no good. I should have been more vigilant or, at least, taken you up on your offer to escort me to the restroom.” You try to laugh, but it turns into a groan as your head pounds.

“Let’s get you to the hospital so they can check you over.”

No amount of protests from you will deter Jungkook from getting you to a doctor. Junghyun texts him shortly after he places you in the backseat of the SUV, letting Jungkook know that everyone else is on their way to the hospital and an ambulance is en route to get their mother but that the betas are hopeful.

Several hours later, you’ve been released from the hospital with confirmation of no lasting damage, just a recommendation to get some rest. Jungkook’s lip is patched with a butterfly stitch, per your insistence, and it itches as he sits on the edge of the bed in the hotel room he booked before leaving the hospital. Even though you aren’t concussed or anything, Jungkook didn’t want to risk taking you all the way back to pack lands.

Besides, his mother was admitted and is still there for observation, and he doesn’t feel comfortable being too far away while she’s in recovery. She went in for surgery immediately upon arrival and woke up not too long ago. Junghyun and their father are staying at the hospital with her until she’s cleared to go home, which will hopefully not be more than a few days. Apparently, her wounds looked worse than they were, and she was fortunate Kiel didn’t get her an inch further to either side. Otherwise, it might be a very different outcome.

Jimin texted him a bit ago, letting him know the entire Barton pack is being detained at the local precinct, and the authorities are awaiting word from Jungkook about charges. The council sequestered themselves behind closed doors, but the duel was considered null due to the circumstances. Jimin feels bad about being part of the ruse, even if he was just being used as a means to get close to the Jeon pack.

It’s come to light that the Bartons decided to use their feud with the Parks because they knew the Jeons wouldn’t sit idly by. One big, elaborate plan, all to get close to Jungkook’s Luna and try to tear down the hierarchy. If Jungkook lost his Soulmate, he’d lose his foundation of power as well. Or so, that’s what the buzz was when some of the Barton betas were interrogated, according to Jimin.

Jungkook knows everything is going to be okay, that you’re going to be okay; the doctor told him as much. But, despite that assurance, he can’t seem to relax. You’re curled up in the bed, facing him, and you look so peaceful, even with the swelling on the side of your face, but all he can feel is rage when he sees that…rage and so much guilt.

He never should have let you go to the restroom on your own. If he has his way, he’s never going to let you out of his sight again. It’s such an alarming realization, going from one polar sensation to the next. The fact he could give two shits less about you just a few months ago, and now here he is wanting to murder someone for touching you, is hard to wrap his head around.

Yet, here he is, fisting the edge of one of the blankets as he battles this feeling inside himself. The fact his alpha has been mostly silent since Jungkook laid eyes on you in that hallway is just as alarming. It’s almost like his alpha is giving him space. For the first time since coming into his designation, he feels like a giant void separates him from his alpha; he doesn’t like it.

There’s also the pile of papers sitting on the desk, a few feet away, that hold another key bit of information that won’t let him relax. It was standard testing, just something to help rule other things out and see what kinds of tests they could and could not perform to assess your head.

You’re pregnant.

Now that he knows, Jungkook can tell. There is a distinct, underlying change to your scent. It’s sweeter somehow, more alluring in the sense that you now smell partly like him. He should have known before. He knows that if he hadn’t spent so much time away from you, he would have realized it sooner.

You were surprised, but your shock seemed more subdued. When questioned, you told Jungkook what his mother had said to you. Somehow, even his mother knew before he did. Jungkook feels like a failure, like he’s done nothing right by you. It had to have happened the night of your designation celebration. Neither of you had bothered with any preventative measures that night, too lost in the touch and feel of each other to care.

And now, here you are, pregnant without a bite on your neck and a knot on the side of your head. If anything were to have happened to the baby…Jungkook isn’t sure he can even think about that right now. Not without wanting to put his fist through the wall.

He’s spent weeks worried about staying away from you when all along, he was clearly concerned about all the wrong things. The doctor assured him that even the most attentive of alphas take several weeks before they can smell their own child in the womb. But that doesn’t make Jungkook feel any better.

He thinks back on all the curt and what he thought were nagging messages he had gotten from his mother the last few weeks and can see them in a different light now. She wasn’t just trying to chastise him about his duty; she was trying to coax him home so he could be there for his mate in a way he should have from the start.

Jungkook knows what he needs to do now. There is no question about it. Though, it’s not because he feels obligated…no, he truly wants to solidify that bond with you. As soon as you’re ready, he’s going to offer himself to you, finally and fully.

“Jungkook, are you okay?” your sweet voice breaks him out of his thoughts and makes him release his tight hold on the sheets.

Your eyes look so big and bright even in the dim light of the hotel room as you sleepily blink up at him. How he never wanted to give himself over to you so completely before now marks him as a sure fool.

He sighs, exhaling a slow breath. “Yeah. How are you feeling?”

You stretch, wincing only slightly as your arm brushes along the side of your face. “Better, I think.”

“Can we talk?” he asks after a pause of silence.

You give him a guarded look as you slowly sit up and gather some of the blankets in your lap. The doctor told him you might start feeling the need to nest and gather comfort items, so he had specifically requested the Omega suite, which comes with complimentary brand-new fuzzy blankets and extra pillows that guests are allowed to take home when checking out.

“Sure,” you finally say.

Jungkook watches as emotions cross your face, echoing the pulse he can feel emanating from his chest. His alpha perks up, rousing for the first time in hours it feels like.

“Okay.” Now that he’s been given the go-ahead to talk, he’s suddenly feeling very self-conscious and uncertain. “I know you told me I don’t need to apologize, but I’m going to anyway.” Your lips form a thin line when he says that, so he hurries to continue, “Not for”—he gestures vaguely in your direction—”but for everything else. I want to apologize for everything before this. The way I’ve treated you and how I’ve acted. You’ve deserved better than what I’ve offered you these last few weeks—for being an asshole and a fucking dick,” Jungkook uses your own choice of words for him, and that earns him a small smile from you.

“I want to apologize, too, then. And before you can protest”—Jungkook was 100% about to—”just let me finish. Sure, you’ve not been the greatest the last few weeks, but I know I haven’t either. I should have tried harder, fought you on you being gone all the time, stood up for what I wan–er, needed, and been honest with how it was making me feel.”

Jungkook shakes his head, unable to believe how you’ve yet again turned the tables on him. “I, uh, there’s something that…there’s something I want to do,” Jungkook barely manages to get the words out as anxiety spikes at the prospect of you refusing.

“What is it?”

The look of intrigue on your face turns into pure shock as Jungkook prostrates himself on the bed in front of you, deliberately turning his head to expose the side of his neck to you, an act of submission. “I’m giving myself to you, wholly and completely. All those weeks ago, I claimed you and made you mine, and…now I’m yours.”

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You stare at Jungkook, not sure what to say. “I-I don’t need,” you begin, reaching for Jungkook and encouraging him to sit up, “you to do that. You don’t have to bend to me…as long as you promise never to make me bend to you either.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I’ll never force you to be something that you’re not ever again. I’m sorry I didn’t realize this sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you asked to come with me to Jimin’s. From now on, I’ll listen to you, and I’ll not dismiss your concerns or voice. I don’t want you to feel like you’re beneath me simply because you’re my mate. I want you as my equal instead.”

The truth behind Jungkook’s words is evident in the fervent way he delivers them but also in the way your omega mews in satisfaction. A bite for a bite, an equal. Even though you wouldn’t be leaving a permanent mark on his neck like he will on yours, it’s still the intention, and it’s completely unheard of in your world. There are stories, myths, really…but nothing wholly substantial.

You shift on the bed, gathering your knees underneath you. Your jeans went into the trash, and all the hospital had was a thin pair of shorts and a t-shirt for you to wear. You fluff out the blankets absently as you mull over his words. “Your equal?”

“Yes,” Jungkook resolutely declares.

“I think I would like that,” you whisper, eyeing Jungkook’s mouth with a quickly burning hunger.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, swallowing hard as you lean in closer to him. “If you need more time to think, that’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” you counter, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Jungkook responds by kissing you hard on the mouth, wrapping his arms around you, and dragging you against his chest. He tastes like home; his tongue is warm and wet against yours, and you’re certain you could drown in the sensation if he let you. But, he comes up for air, breaking the kiss for a moment before pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.

Even with the aches in your face and body, you respond to him. With every teasing nip of his mouth, you feel yourself growing wet. The fragrant cream of your slick blooms in the air, melding with his masculine and spicy scent to create the perfect, heady bouquet.

“I’ve never been more sure about something,” Jungkook whispers the affirmation between kisses until his warm breath ghosts over the scent mark on your neck. “You smell so damn good,” he groans.

You can feel his lips part over the skin there; his tongue laves out and swipes up the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With trembling hands, you help each other discard your clothing, finally coming back together skin to skin. Jungkook pulls you into his lap, his thick cock sitting snugly against your ass. You can feel the bulge of his knot already as if his body is automatically responding to just your closeness.

“You can say stop at any time,” you tell him, earning a surprised grunt when you shove him back against the pillows and deliberately slide your ass slowly over his cock as you move backward.

There is a challenge in his eyes as you meet them. You move until you’re kneeling between his knees, cock sitting prettily before you. “Where, ah,” Jungkook sucks in a stilted breath when you take the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, “did you want to?” Pink tinges Jungkook’s ears as he looks down at you, mouth full of him. You tap the inside of his thigh and raise your brows in silent question. “O-okay, just…just be gentle.”

That makes you chuckle, the vibration coming up your throat, and you can tell it sends a shock through Jungkook; his head drops back, and his mouth opens with a loud moan. “Gentle says the man about to put a permanent bite on my neck. An act that is none too gentle, I might add,” you say, letting his cock slip out from between your lips.

“Okay, that’s fair,” he relents, his words breathy as you trace along the underside of his dick with your tongue. “Be as aggressive as you want, then.”

Feeling egged on just a little by that declaration, you plant your teeth firmly into the meat of his inner thigh and bite as hard as you dare. Your teeth pinprick his skin, and the metallic tang of blood leeches onto your tongue. Jungkook grunts; his whole body shivers against your mouth.

“Was that okay?” you ask tentatively once you’ve pulled back to admire the twin crescent impressions you left behind. There isn’t that much blood. The two small wounds from your teeth are already clotted.

Jungkook lets out a heavy exhale as his body finally relaxes back against the bed. His cock twitches beside your face, producing a thick string of pre-cum that has your mouth watering for a taste.

“That was,” he pants, “hot as fuck.”

Pride fills you, and your body kindly reminds you with an intense throb in your clit, how much it turns you on when Jungkook talks like that. “Your turn,” you urge, desperate to get his teeth on your skin and his cock in your pussy.

Jungkook growls his approval, letting his alpha strength take over, and maneuvers you easily into a kneeling position in front of him. Using a gentle hand in your hair, he pulls you up until your back is pressed against his chest, giving him unfettered access to the front of your body while being able to tease your clit with the tip of his length.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, using the hand in your hair to angle your head sideways so he can lick along the side of your neck. “Let’s see.” His other hand slides down the front of your body, tweaking your nipples on the way, until his middle finger grazes over your swollen, aching clit.

“Don’t tease me,” you say between clenched teeth. Your omega adds her indignation to your own, making your words come out laced with additional grit.

“I just want a little taste,” Jungkook whispers as he hooks his finger lower and massages it along your slit, collecting a generous amount of slick as he does so. You watch as his finger comes up and disappears beside your face.

The wet laving sound of Jungkook sucking his finger sends a shudder through you. You reach down with your hands, cupping Jungkook’s cock in one and using the other to part the lips of your pussy so you can fit him against your entrance. “Fuuuck,” you drawl out as the broad head of his cock slides in.

“I love the way your pussy tastes,” Jungkook moans, dropping his hand to your hip and using it to guide your ass back against him, forcing him deeper. “It’s almost as good as how it feels.”

His fingers prod along your hip, sliding until his palm rests over your lower belly. You whimper, rocking your hips the best you can, and place your hand over his. “How do I look?” you ask. “You once told me I’d look so pretty once I was pregnant with your pup. Do you still think that?”

“You are,” he starts, “the single most”—he emphasizes the words with long, rolling strokes of his cock that have his knot kissing your lower lips with every forward motion—”beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Even before I fucked you raw and knocked you up.” The beautiful, endearing words contrast so wildly with the dirty confession he tacks on at the end. Proving once again that Jungkook knows exactly how to wind you up and have you begging for more.

“Prove it,” you goade, intentionally dipping your head to the side to expose your neck further to him.

The moment his teeth touch your skin, you both freeze. It lasts only a second, the time it takes for them to sink into the tender expanse of your scent gland. It’s like a double punch to the gut; you can feel it all the way in your soul. The bond snaps into place the same instant Jungkook fits his knot inside you, and you explode, disintegrating into a million tiny little points of pleasure.

Your body opens for him, both physically and mentally. What was once a small trickle of feeling now becomes a deluge of intensity. You’re vaguely aware of Jungkook groaning as he meets his own release, throbbing heavily within your walls. You can feel him beneath your skin, feel the way your own body is wrapped so tightly around his knot, and the infinite pleasure that’s flooding through both of your systems.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook mumbles against your neck, his teeth finally pulling free from your skin. “I can feel everything.”

It’s hard to tell where he begins, and you end. There is a sense of middling permanence, the perfect balance between alpha and omega. You once feared that submitting to him completely would change you in some cataclysmic way. And, it has…only, you don’t feel damned. In fact, it’s far more empowering than you ever thought possible.

Jungkook brushes his tongue along the fresh bite, tending to your wound in a tender way that has you slumping over. He follows you down, gently rutting his hips, which forces his knot to rub and grate inside of you, flooding you with another luscious rush of dopamine, like a second orgasm.

“Jungkook?” you ask, trying not to fall asleep as he continues to nuzzle your neck, and his knot keeps you secured so close to his warm body.

“Hmm?” he hums. Jungkook settles you both on your side, holding you against his chest with one hand and stroking and petting with soft, sensual strokes along every inch of your body that he can reach with the other.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I promise never to make you doubt me ever again. You are my soulmate, my Luna…the mother of my child. You are my everything.”

And just as Jungkook said, he made you his, and now he’s yours. Forever.

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