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Postby kanni » Tue Mar 28, 2017 8:45 am

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Previously known as "A Caged Phoenix", I am revisiting and rewriting the story now that quarantine has given me the unique opportunity to do so.

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Postby kanni » Tue Mar 28, 2017 8:56 am

This story is now five years in the making, originally begun on chickensmoothie and abandoned for a time before I was able to come back to the idea earlier this year. The posts will be revised and some new content will be brought in soon. I hope the improvement in my writing is evident, and that I am able to entertain you during this time of uncertainty.
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Postby kanni » Fri Mar 31, 2017 10:20 am

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠. 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝.
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𝙰 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙰𝚑, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊. 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛.
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𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠. 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐.
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𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙰 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 “𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚊” 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍.
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𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗.
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Postby kanni » Tue Apr 04, 2017 8:03 am

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
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𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝, 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜.
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𝙰 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
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𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝.
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎-𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.
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𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘, 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜 - 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙰 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚜. 𝙰 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘.
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𝙰 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚐, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕.
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"𝙰𝚑! 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗! 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
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"𝙷𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚎.” 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 - ž𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎. 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 “𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢” 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ž𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, ž𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎. "𝙴𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗!” 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍.
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“𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘.” 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ž𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 - 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎--𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ž𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋 --𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.
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𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎-𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚢’𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ž𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛? 𝙰 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕? 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜.
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"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗.
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𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎, 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗-𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙,𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙--𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏--𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔.
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"𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢’𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜--𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚢--𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 “𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎” 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗. 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.
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Re: Chapter Four

Postby kanni » Tue Nov 07, 2017 3:24 pm

xxxxxxDawn had not yet managed to break through the dense covering of trees when Avalon left her house for what she knew would be the last time for a long time. Moira, a girl only a few years older than Avalon that the teen considered her only friend in the village, had agreed to take care of Avalon's mom while she was away. Despite this, Avalon still worried for her mother. First losing her husband, and now her daughter, had to be hard on the woman. Paired with her current state of mind...it was almost enough to make Avalon change her mind about leaving. Almost.
xxxxxx"I've hunted enough over the last month, including this week, that if you bring two pelts to the market each time you go you should be able to keep food on the table and wood in the fireplace until spring. I should be back by then, and if i'm not, there's a few gold necklaces in a jar under my mum's bed. My father gave them to her as wedding gifts, but-" Moira raised a hand, silencing Avalon. The auburn haired girl raised a dark eyebrow, studying her friend as the pair stood just outside of the front door to Avalon's house. Though Moira was even shorter than Avalon, she still held a commanding and confident presence about her. Her black hair was tied back in a tight bun, and her even darker eyes stared up at the younger girl.
xxxxxx"Avalon. Hush. You and I both know that I can take care of your mother and myself just as well as you could. So even if you weren't home by spring, which you will be, I wouldn't to sell her necklaces. I'm a decent hunter ya know, and an even better forager to boot." Avalon smiled slightly at her friend, and nodded. A sharp wind twisted through the trees, whipping itself around Avalon and Moira, the later edging closer to the door. Avalon was properly dressed for the weather, unlike her friend. A long red scarf sat over a wool-lined leather jacket, the bottom of an equally red sweater peeking out from underneath the hem of the jacket. Avalon had worn her normal black leggings, thick socks worn inside her hunting boots. Next to Moira, who was wearing a blue tunic and leggings, Avalon looked ready to brave a winter storm. Her usual satchel hung on her back, but instead of holding items to be traded at the market, it now held a few changes of clothes, a few apples, and her father's dagger.
xxxxxx"Alright...well I better get going. Thanks, by the way, for this. I know we aren't all that close, so it means a lot." Moira rolled her eyes, and reached forward to pull Avalon into an unexpected hug. The teen tensed for a minute, no longer used to physical contact- that had all stopped by the time she was seven, before relaxing. She squeezed Moira back and then the pair let go, Avalon waving as she took off at a trot down the worn dirt path into the woods.
xxxxxxAvalon hadn't thought to arrange for a ride early that week, which was why she had gotten up and said goodbye to her now not-so-quietly sobbing mother as early as she had. The walk to the station would take five hours, easily, if Avalon couldn't hitchhike at least part of the way. The realization that she might miss her chance hit Avalon square in the gut anytime she thought about it, so the teen tried to avoid anything that would lead to thoughts of it as best she could. She was already a tightly wound spring of nerves as it was, if anything added to that tension she may very well break. Once her childhood home was no longer in sight, Avalon slowed to a walk, the dark shadows thrown by the looming trees making it too risky to run. Avalon knew the woods better than she knew how to tie her boots, but she wasn't risking anything she didn't have to that day. The sudden burst of motion that was a peura- a female at that- bounding through the foliage, the white underside of its tail barely visible as it flicked up and down only helped prove Avalon's caution. A few strands of auburn hair that had escaped the teen's tight braid floated around her face as she moved slowly down a hill, the edges of a dirt path starting to come into view. The well worn path would lead Avalon to the village, where only a few days before she had nearly been robbed permanently of her satchel. Even though it had happened recently, the teen couldn't help but feel like the event had been years ago, now small and insignificant compared to what lay ahead.
xxxxxxShaking her head to clear out the distracting thoughts, Avalon focused on not tripping over random tree roots and twisting vines as forest slowly gave way to the edges of civilization. Even though the sun had not yet risen, a few merchants, local drunks, and other townsfolk milled about the square. Some stands were being pulled down- Vincan's included, Avalon noticed with a twinge of something like...disappointment echoing through her. Even though she neither enjoyed the man's company nor trusted him as a person, it was still nice to know there was someone that Avalon could count on for supplies anytime she needed them in the village. A small, smaller than Avalon, man brushed past the teen, reeking of alcohol and the signature lilac perfume all the women of the brothel wore. She didn't strike out at him, not wanting to have to deal with the drunk, instead turning and striding swiftly away. Avalon didn't often run away from her problems, but when it came to ones as small as men like the one that had left a strand of drool on the side of Avalon's jacket, the auburn-haired girl felt no shame.
xxxxxxAvalon didn't stop at any of the taverns or few open stalls available, already having everything she needed for her trip. Instead, she cut through an alley similar to the one where she had nearly been mugged, and began making her way to the stone road leading away to the Plains. Formally, the Plains were inzuszioni- flood lands. If there was any heavy rainfall in any of the towns or cities surrounding the empty fields, the water would go downhill here, where it would flood, slowly absorb, and cause no damage. However, there hadn't been enough rain in almost ten years for the Plains to be of any use. For now, they were used to grow crops- if there was no room elsewhere, or hold the occasional festival. Right now, the fields were empty of any activity. In the center of the valley that made up the bottom of the Plains was a stone circle. From here branched out five roads, including the one that Avalon had just walked down. The roads lead to various towns and small cities, including the one that the teen was travelling to to catch her galia-powered train. The stone paths were not labeled, instead known just by how worn they were. Punainen, Avalon's destination, was actually the road most traveled.
xxxxxxPunainen was a miniature version of the transportation hub of the kingdom, with at least ten trains always in its large station. Being that the town and the ones surrounding it were rather close to the very center of the country, people were always coming in and going out on their way to various locations throughout the land. Avalon could only hope that she would recognize her's from the others when the time came. Cutting across the grass to reach the road she needed- Avalon didn't see the need to waste time by going all the way down and back up again, the auburn-haired girl began walking along the worn stone path. Her storm-blue gaze focused on the brightening skyline, the wind stinging her cheeks as her head lifted. Though the day and the warmth of the sun would soon arrive, it was still very cold out, and Avalon had to stow her cold hands within the pockets of her jacket. The teen could see other roads connecting to and branching out from the one she was on, each as worn as the next. A few wooden wagons, galia powered vaunu, and kamions trundled by, only the vaunu making little noise. Avalon was surprised to see the fancy motorcars- they had just been made available to the people earlier that year, and were so expensive that few could afford them. The open-backed kamions and wagons were more common, the first being used to haul around parts for stalls that traveling merchants occasionally set up.
xxxxxxAvalon turned her gaze down to her feet as her boots ground against the stone. There wouldn't be anything truly interesting to watch as she walked along until the teen got closer to Punainen, much closer. So instead, Avalon watched the pattern of stones blur together as she sped up her pace, trying to see how fast she could go before it made her dizzy.
xxxxxx"HEY!" Avalon whipped her head up, eyes widening in horror at the sight of a fast approaching wagon, its driver waving a hand at her to get out of the road. She hadn't been aware that she'd walked right into an active intersection, and now had little time to dive out of the way of the vehicle. There was a kamion coming from the other direction, but it was moving slower. By now, the wagon was almost upon her, and all Avalon could do was try to throw herself out of the way.
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Chapter Five

Postby kanni » Thu Nov 09, 2017 9:30 am

xxxxxxAvalon hit the coarse grass on the side of the road with a dull thud, her head knocking against the cold ground. Her vision swam, nearly causing her to fall unconscious, but after a few sessions of rapid fire blinking to help get rid of the black spots that dotted the space in front of her, Avalon knew she would be fine. The girl could hear the wagon finally coming to a stop from somewhere behind her, the hevonens snorting and whinnying at one another. Then there was the sound of boots hitting the stone road before someone came running up to where Avalon lay unmoving on the ground.
xxxxxx“You don’t look hurt to me...are you feeling ok?” A semi-deep voice presented itself above Avalon, sounding rather loud though Avalon could tell the person- man by the pitch, was trying to whisper the words. With a groan, she slowly rolled herself over onto her back, and came face to face with the voice’s owner. He was tall, that much Avalon could tell by the way the man was so awkwardly folded up to crouch by her. He had a mop of black hair, and eyes nearly as dark. In contrast, the man’s honey colored skin seemed almost unnaturally pale, though Avalon could tell it wasn’t. The way he scrunched his nose up as he frowned down at the staring girl messed with the spattering of freckles that decorated his face, and it took most of her willpower to not reach out and draw shapes on them with her fingertip. As Avalon continued to look over the man, who she was only now really wrapping her head around to be the driver of the wagon that had nearly ran her over, she noticed that despite his size and facial features- his jaw looked sharp enough to cut her, the man seemed to be around her age if not a year older.
xxxxxxRealizing that she had been staring, Avalon grimaced and turned her head to the side. She was still on the ground, and the chill was beginning to seep into her jacket. With another groan, this one shorter and softer, she began pushing herself up. The suddenly exhausted teen only managed to make it halfway before she had to rest on her elbows.
xxxxxx“I, uh, I’m fine I guess. I think I’m just sore...I didn’t really hit my head that hard.” Avalon muttered, blue-grey gaze darting down to make sure that she was correct in her self examination before it drifted back up to meet the man’s.
xxxxxx“I’m sorry about just now, I wasn’t paying attention to the road the way I should have been and didn’t think that a girl would be appearing in the middle of the road out of thin air. “ Avalon flushed slightly, feeling embarrassment color the tips of her ears and neck.
xxxxxx“No, it was my fault!” Avalon burst out, shoving herself fully into a sitting position. The boy, it didn’t feel right to call him a man any longer, raised eyebrows as dark as his hair as he leaned back slightly.
xxxxxx“I wasn’t paying attention, and I should have. I knew I was on a road people often travel on, but I let myself get distracted anyway. If anything, I should be apologizing to you. So I’m sorry.” The teen finished, bowing her head slightly. A light chuckle had her peeking through her auburn locks to watch as the boy lifted himself back onto his feet. He was even taller than Avalon could have guessed, reaching at almost a head taller than Avalon was when she was standing. After dusting off his dark green trousers, he reached down a hand that the girl readily accepted, and hauled her to her feet. Avalon had been right, he was exactly a head taller than her, and it made her feel even shorter than she normally did.
xxxxxxThe guy didn’t let go of her hand right away, instead shaking it firmly for a moment.
xxxxxx“It’s nice to meet you. The name’s Jackson. Who are you and what are you doing all the way out here with just a bag and a coat?” Avalon blinked at the boy- Jackson’s, forwardness. It was nothing at all like the usual behavior of the people in her town. Her people were quiet, except for the occasional merchant like Vincan, and kept to themselves. Unless you were close enough to a person that you talked to them often, it was like living in a village of mutes.
xxxxxx“My name’s Avalon, nice to meet you too...I’m supposed to be catching a train in Punainen in a few hours. It’s a long walk, so I better get going.” Avalon gently removed her hand from Jackson’s much large one, and hefted her pack higher on her back. It hadn’t seemed to sustain any damage, which was good, and that meant Avalon didn’t need to spend any extra time fixing it up before she was on her way. As she looked back to Jackson to say goodbye, her brow furrowed in confusion.
A large smile sat on Jackson’s face, stretching his freckles the way his frown had only moments before. He stepped closer to the girl, who in turn fought the urge to take a step back. Forward, and with no sense of personal space. What an odd person he was.
xxxxxx“I was headed to Punainen right before we nearly got into a crash together. I could take you with me if you wanted, free of charge! I’m catching a train there as well, and it’s supposed to take me to a bootcamp for army training. It sounded like a good way to support the kingdom when I first heard about the opportunity, so I thought: ‘Why not?’ and now I’m here! But i’m not entirely sure where here is exactly. I don’t travel a whole lot, because my family needs me on the farm almost all the time, so I think I’ve gotten myself lost. Hey, I just had a great idea. If you come along with me, you giving me directions can be the price you pay me for giving you a lift. That way we can get to Punainen on time and not get horribly lost instead.” Avalon blinked, trying to process the stream of words that had just been shot at her. Jackson was still smiling her a few moments later when the girl’s light flush increased heavily, realizing that the taller boy had been waiting for an answer.
xxxxxx“Oh! Sure, a lift would be great. I’ve only been to Punainen a few times myself, but I think I can help you out.” Avalon shrugged, still somewhat unsure if that was the answer Jackson was looking for. Nodding, Jackson turned back to his wagon, which was pulled over to the side of the road so that any others coming through could still use the road. The hevonens were now contentedly grazing, blowing hot clouds of air through their velvety looking nostrils. Hevonens were not a new sight to Avalon, having been riding them since she was little. Her mother’s uncle had sent one to them when Avalon turned eight, the age that most girls in the kingdom that wanted to started learning how to ride. It had been a wonderful gift, but due to already struggling to provide for the two of them, Avalon’s mother had had to give the beast away to another girl coming of age in the village not four years later.
xxxxxxWalking up to the pair of animals, the girl patted the flank of one gently, inhaling the familiar scent of musk and hay. It had always been a comforting one, and reminded Avalon of home, back when it still felt like one. After a second of petting the darkest hevonen, Avalon turned and let Jackson help her climb up into the wagon, where she settled onto the bench next to the boy. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do with her hands, so she shifted her bag into her lap and pressed it close to her chest with her fingers. Not only did it keep her hands busy, but it also helped keep the chill away from Avalon’s front as Jackson clicked to the hevonens, snapped the reins, and they started moving.
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Chapter Six

Postby kanni » Sat Nov 11, 2017 3:19 pm

xxxxxxThe soothing rocking of the wagon, well as soothing as the hard wooden bench could make it, must have caused Avalon to doze off, because when she opened her eyes Jackson was climbing down out of the wagon. The cart was stopped in front of a water trough, the hevonens drinking greedily as their master loosened the harnesses around their broad shoulders. It was loud, much louder than Avalon was used to, and people milled about everywhere the girl looked. Her stormy eyes were narrowed as she slowly lowered herself to the cobblestone beneath the wagon. It had been some time since she had been to Punainen, and much had changed.
xxxxxxFor one thing, it was much busier than it had been last summer, and the newer versions of vaunus could be seen parked in various locations, their metallic surfaces glinting in the sun. The sun, it was up. How much time had passed? Avalon’s stomach clenched, her nerves returning to dance around her stomach as she tried to gauge how much time she had until the train left- if it hadn’t already.
xxxxxx“Hey, Jackson, do you know what time it is?” Said boy looked up from where he was tying the loose laces of his black boots, shrugging as he did.
xxxxxx“I’d say about an hour before noon, why?” The auburn haired girl rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh.
xxxxxx"Because, tyhma, we don’t seem to be anywhere near the train station and our train leaves in less than an hour.” Jackson shrugged again, ignoring the insult and not seeming worried in the least, where as his companion was nearly shivering with nervous energy.
xxxxxx“We have plenty of time- plus I still need to find someone to take home the wagon, Lila, and Vivian for me. I can’t really worry about anything else until then. If you’re so excited to get going, I think you should run on ahead!” The boy exclaimed, nodding his head as he spoke, sending his dark hair flying in front of his face. Avalon hesitated, feeling somewhat guilty. Under any other circumstances she wouldn’t have cared, but she hadn’t helped much with directions before falling asleep, and abandoning the guy that made it possible for her to make it on time without some form of payment didn’t seem right.
xxxxxx“Um...well...alright. But take this-” Avalon broke off her sentence to reach around and rifle through her satchel until she pulled out a small navy blue drawstring bag. Pulling gently on the string, the girl opened it enough that she could take out a few coins, which she then threw to Jackson.
xxxxxx“To help pay off whoever ends up having to take all your stuff home.” She finished, closing and replacing the bag once again as the boy caught the money. Jackson smiled slightly, understanding sparking slightly in his dark eyes.
xxxxxx“Got it. I’ll see you later.” Jackson waved as Avalon began walking away, already racking her memory for where the train station had been the last time she’d come to Punainen. It had been near a small flower shop, with roses given galia infused water so that they changed to whatever color the buyer wanted in the window display. Avalon could remember hearing a train horn blasting as she watched the roses turn a deep burnished gold. In her memory, the blast had sounded off rather close, a mere block or two away. So the girl headed off in the direction she knew the flower shop to me, hands finding their way back into her pockets. The sun may have risen, but it was still a chilly fall day. Winter was approaching fast.
xxxxxxMerchants cried out their wares, women gossiped among themselves, and children dashed through the crowded streets as Avalon slowly made her way through the bustling town. It seemed like Punainen smelled perpetually like engine oil and bread, and it contrasted starkly with the pleasant appearance of the town. Her nose had always been more sensitive than that of most people’s, so maybe the happy smiles of the locals weren’t as forced as she’d first assumed. Dodging a pair of little boys fighting with wooden swords over a giggling girl around the same age as them, Avalon nearly ran into the very building she had been looking for.
xxxxxxPausing in front of the window display, the teen looked down at the empty shelves. There were no color changing roses this time, just a small card that said “sold out” in big bold black letters. She couldn’t help but wonder if the owner was as bold as their writing, bold like Jackson had been when he had first talked to her only a few hours early. Shaking her head, Avalon made herself focus on the task at hand. The train, right. She was looking for the train station. As if on cue, a long, deep whistle echoed through the air, coming from the right of the girl. Turning, she followed, auburn braid bouncing against her shoulders.
xxxxxxIt didn’t take Avalon very long to find the train station after that, it being near noon many people were going out to lunch breaks and such.
xxxxxxThe train station wasn’t inside a building- if it had been there would never be enough room for all the people getting on, off, and waiting for others to show up. Instead, it was located in an open square, the tracks running on through the cobblestone to continue out the other end of Punainen. On either side of all fifteen tracks were large wooden platforms, sheltered by awnings of the same material. The platforms were just about the height of Avalon’s shoulders and could only be reached by climbing up- the hard way, or using the stone stairs on the ends of each.
xxxxxxThough Avalon had tried her best to get there early, Jackson helping by giving her a ride in his wagon, the girl had been unable to avoid the noon crowd. It made moving about the train station rather dangerous for a girl of Avalon’s rather meager height. As if proving how small the teen was, a much taller woman nearly tripped over the girl, blonde locks flying as her doe eyes widened in surprise.
xxxxxx“Forgive me Elysia!” The woman muttered, the polite thing to say as an apology in the kingdom. “I didn’t see you there. My sincerest apologies.” With that she was gone, brown coat flaring out behind her like the blonde hair now bouncing on her shoulders had been a moment before. Avalon blinked, steadied herself, and began her journey to find the train Gondu said he would be on.
xxxxxxThe general hadn’t given much information on what the train would look like, or which platform number it would be at, so all the girl could do was look at each one. After bumping into a few more civilians, none of them nearly as polite as the blonde woman, Avalon began to get the hang of weaving in and out of the crowd. Passing the first, second, third, and fourth platform, Avalon began to feel some worry. It had to be nearly noon, she still hadn’t found Gondu and the train, and Jackson was nowhere to be seen as well.
xxxxxxFifth, sixth, and a frown began to form on the girl’s face. Her storm blue eyes darkened, and the small hands in her pockets balled into fists. The wind wasn’t helping with her search, having refused to let up since that morning. It blew her braid about, tugging it apart to play with the auburn waves and throwing them in front of her gaze. Letting loose a frustrated sigh, Avalon stopped walking after moving off to the side of where most people seemed to be striding to and fro. Braving the chill that she knew was awaiting her hands, the teen drew them out of her pockets and began redoing her braid.
xxxxxxJust as she was finishing tucking the last strand into place with one hand- taking the tie out of her pocket where she had stored it with the other, she heard a familiar shout. It was quickly followed by a heavy thud, which caused many people to pause and look to the source. Avalon did as well, and let out a strangled laugh. Lucky platform number seven, why wasn’t she surprised? And somehow, the sight of Gondu kicking a drunken man away from the train doors didn’t surprise her either.
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Chapter Seven

Postby kanni » Tue Nov 14, 2017 9:02 am

xxxxxxShoving her way through the crowd, no longer feeling the need to be polite now that she had found where she needed to be, Avalon bounded up the platform steps. Spotting the girl striding her way down the wooden surface, Gondu smiled, baring teeth so white Avalon wasn’t sure they were natural.
xxxxxx“Avalon! It’s so good to see you, and early at that. Since this is a military trip, you won’t need a ticket to get on, just let the man at the door know who you are and where you live so that we can keep track of who to send money to.” Avalon nodded, her own small smile forming in response to the uniformed man’s.
xxxxxx“Will do, oh, and there’s a man by the name of Jackson that gave me a ride here. He might be late but he will be showing up.” Avalon added, not wanting to be the reason Jackson missed his opportunity. The boy was very optimistic from what the teen had seen, and she didn’t want to ruin his happiness.
xxxxxx“Thank you for letting me know, but we can’t stay for very much longer. We have a schedule to keep after all.” Avalon nodded, and turned to enter the train. The metal doors were already opened, revealing another man in uniform holding multiple rolls of parchment just inside the train. He was much taller than Gondu, only a tad shorter than Jackson, and had a head of brown curls. The man seemed to be around Avalon’s age as well, but the way he held himself spoke of maturity beyond his years.
xxxxxx“May I have your name and location of residence, miss?” Avalon started slightly, realizing that she had been staring longer than she should have. The tips of her ears warming up slightly, the girl cleared her throat.
xxxxxx“Avalon D’nexia, living in the forest outside of Jedia, the wooden cottage on the treeline.” The man nodded, mouthing the words back at her as he scribbled on one of the papers.
xxxxxx“Very good D’nexia. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Colonel Leonis. Take a seat wherever one is available, as we will be departing shortly.” The words sounded well rehearsed, like that was all the Colonel had planned to stay, so instead of responding, Avalon began making her way to the door that would lead into the first train car. Only a few moments later, she heard the blonde making the same short speech to another person, confirming the girl’s suspicions.
xxxxxxThe door, this one wooden like the platform that the large train had pulled up to, opened easily, only squeaking slightly as it did. The first train car was already filled- many claiming entire bench sets to themselves while others had up to four people per bench. Avalon couldn’t help but notice how few females were in the car, the ones there sticking together in small groups. Frowning, the girl made her way to the back of the car and pushed open the door to enter the second.
xxxxxxThis one wasn’t as full as the first, but there were still only a handful of girls. One, with hair already greying at the temples despite looking only four or five years older than Avalon herself, gave the girl a nod. She returned it compulsively before moving on. Finding an empty bench set near the back of the car, Avalon quickly claimed a spot on one. The blue cushions covering the wood did little to make the seats more comfortable, but it was better than nothing. Setting her bag down on the floor, the girl turned slightly to look out the window, though there was nothing to really look at yet. They were still in the station, and would probably continue to be for a while.
xxxxxxThe glass was cold against the side of her head, plastering strands of hair to her cheek. Avalon couldn’t help but think of her mother now, and if she was as cold as her daughter was now. The train sheltered the passengers from the wind, and the collected bodies provided some heat, but there wasn’t much change in temperature. Moira had promised to take care of Mrs.D’nexia while Avalon was gone, but that didn’t mean she knew exactly what to do to keep the woman perfectly happy. The girl knew that her mother hated the cold, and that meant the fire had to be kept going as long as she was awake, and Avalon was an expert at concocting all kinds of hot soup at this point. She usually only slept with one blanket in the fall and winter so that her mother could have three, and often covered the windows with spare blankets or rags to keep out as many drafts as possible.
The sound of someone dropping onto the bench across from Avalon jerked the girl from her thoughts. Turning her head, the girl’s eyebrows lifted at the sight of a breathless Jackson.
xxxxxx“What happened to you?” She muttered, stifling a laugh as the boy across from her held up a finger to keep her quiet so that he could catch his breath before responding to the question. So she kept her mouth shut, and in no time at all Jackson was spewing words, which Avalon could barely process before more were crowding her brain, screaming for attention.
xxxxxx“Well, I finally managed to find someone who was willing to take the cart and hevonens home, but he wanted more than the money you gave me. I thought I was paying more than enough, to be perfectly honest, but the man was greedy! I ended up bartering with him for a long time before he finally agreed to the original price. People these days, they just need to talk themselves in a circle before they realize what’s going on. Then I had to run all the way here because I didn’t have the cart anymore, and there were so many people and I didn’t want to trip them...oh and I got a little distracted at this little cafe place, and ended up buying something. But I’m not late and that’s all that matters!” Avalon nodded slowly as she caught up to the end of Jackson’s spiel a few seconds later.
xxxxxx“Well, I’m certainly glad you made it. What did you buy?” Jackson grinned, moving his own bag from off his back to begin rifling through it. Multiple shirts came out of the pack, along with shoes, books, and an odd key-looking metal rod that was hastily shoved back in. Avalon made a mental note to try and find more about it later, but for now watched as the boy across from her continued to dig. Eventually, as the last few passengers trickled in, the teen pulled out a small, brown paper bag.
xxxxxx“I bought two perecas! Look, they’re twisted like bows.” Reaching into the bag, Jackson pulled out its contents, producing two twisted things. They really did look like bows, with the way the steaming bread was twisted. Large bits of salt stuck to the snacks, probably with the help of butter. Reaching out one hand, the boy offered her one of them.
xxxxxx“Thanks.” Avalon murmured, and quickly bit into the bread. It was very warm, and tasted wonderful. The teen had had a very small breakfast of tasteless “i’m not sure what this is”, and it hadn’t filled her up in the least. The pereca, on the other hand, despite only being a bit larger than her hand, was doing wonders for the girl. After swallowing the first bite, Avalon was quick to shovel the rest of it in after its missing piece. Jackson snorted at the girl across from him’s antics, eating his far slower than she had.
xxxxxxAfter they were both done, Avalon rested her head against the window where it had been originally, ignoring Jackson’s attempts to strike up a conversation. She wasn’t particularly trying to be rude by staying quiet, she was just worn out from talking so much. Back in her home town, the only times Avalon really talked were when bartering with merchants or chatting with Moira before a hunt together. Since neither of those things happened often, the girl sometimes went days without speaking to anyone, mother included.
xxxxxxJackson stopped talking after a while, instead choosing to sulk on the bench, she noticed from the corner of her eye. Sighing, guilt creeping in, Avalon was about to turn and humor the boy when a great groaning noise erupted from all around. Any nearby chatter stopped, most everyone’s faces filled with confusion. The silence stretched on until the door to the train car flew open, revealing a smiling general Gondu. The tension that had been filling the area was easily dissipated by the man’s relaxed grin, though Avalon still sat on the edge of her seat.
xxxxxx“Sorry about that, everyone! Leonis was just having some trouble with the train conductor- rather stubborn fellow that one, but we should be moving right...about...now.” As if on cue, the train lurched forward, the hum of awakened galia filling the air. Avalon quirked an eyebrow at Jackson as Gondu exited the car, but said nothing. A rather vague statement, but one she wouldn’t question for now. Instead she returned her head to the window for the third time.
xxxxxxGlancing out the glass, Avalon watched with mild interest as rose-colored dust- galia in its most concentrated form, began to lift to the window’s height, most likely escaping from the train wheels. It didn’t take long for the train to pick up enough speed for the dust to fly out of sight as quickly as it had come, and soon it and the station were far behind them.
xxxxxxAt first, she tracked the passing land attentively, taking in all of the new sights. She had only been on a train one other time, when her mother had first started to lose herself, and since it had been a night ride the girl had been unable to look at the scenery. She saw this as a chance to make up for last time, and filed everything she saw away in her memory to pull up later and go over again. There were sprawling hills, snaking rivers, clumps of trees standing together on plains, and many, many farms. Avalon knew that none of this was new to her, it was all the same as what she saw back in Jedia, just in a different location. Letting her eyes relax eventually, she noticed the scenery blur as the rocking motion of the train paired with it slowly put her to sleep. Jackson had begun reading a book, and Avalon muttered that he should wake her up when they were almost to their destination before finally drifting into unconsciousness for the second time that day.
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