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𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝒯𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟣𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒... 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹. 𝐼𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝓃𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃 𝒿𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝒻𝒻.... 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉... 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒! 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝐿𝒜𝒮𝒮! 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉! 𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓁, 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓂.. 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜. 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 "𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒, 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈!"... 𝐼'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓈𝓀𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈!
𝒯𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃. "𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈... 𝑔𝓇𝓇𝓇!" 𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒹𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓊𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃! 𝒯𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓉! 𝒜𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈, 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒶𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻, 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎. 𝒩𝑜 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒾𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻𝒻... 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽.
𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹, 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓋𝒾𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈, 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒. 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹; 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒽𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈.. 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎𝓈 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈, 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒'𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃..
𝐻𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒯𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜, 𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹... 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝟥 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈! 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒽𝓊𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 (𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈!). 𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎'𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜𝒶, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐼𝒻 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓉!
𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝒾𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝒯𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉. 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓏𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓏𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓎 𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹.
𝒯𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇! 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎! 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒟𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟣𝓈𝓉, 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒! 𝒰𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈, 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒, 𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀, 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒'𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇. 𝐼𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓅 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.. 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒.
𝐻𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝓇𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌, 𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝑔𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓁𝓎.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.


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story; The part he loved most about the wintertime was the warmth. It wasn't the warmth in the air, per se, but rather the warmth in the hearts and souls of others. It was always such a happy time, particularly around the holidays, where he was his most joyous and at ease. He loved the festivities, the decorations, the atmosphere, the get-togethers and gift-giving, although it wasn't as though he actually participated in any of it. Andalusia felt as though he had enough joy and warmth in his heart and in his life and as important he felt that the festivities of wintertime were, he believed it was better for others to feel the joy than for him to have more for himself.

During the wintertime, when the nights were cold and the snow was heavy, he would be found roaming the streets in local towns and villages. The weather never seemed to bother him. In fact, it was almost as if he was immune to the cold, as he would spent entire days and entire nights in the dark and frigidness roaming and searching, unfazed by relentless blizzards and biting winds. This is what made Andalusia special. It was something he had always been aware of, but it wasn't until he aged into adulthood that he realized the true power and importance of his gift. It was as though he was warm and joy and good feelings embodied in a physical form, and his entire life he had been able to spread his gift with others.

It was why he loved the wintertime and holidays the most. Of course, spreading joy the rest of the year was important, but there was just something so special about winter and the festivities it brought. There was nothing that Andalusia wanted more was for everyone he came across to feel warmth and joy within their hearts. Rather than stay inside all night and expect the gifts of others, he would be found on the streets, giving out gifts of his own.

Those who were homeless and hungry would find themselves warmed and full-bellied as Andalusia passed, and the feeling would linger until Christmas day had ended. The sick would find themselves healed, or at least as healthy as could be, as he made his rounds to them, and again this effect would linger. Anyone he came across with sad and somber thoughts, those who were alone and forgotten, and those who otherwise needed a pick-me-up in time for the holidays... Andalusia was there, bringing them warmth, happiness, and fulfillment in a time that they needed it the most. Those who have been affected by him have said to always picked up the unmissable scent of hot chocolate as their hearts and their bodies warmed.

Naturally, Andalusia found himself upset that the warmth he gave out was only a temporary feeling. It was important for others to be happy during Christmas and the holidays, but why should it be a temporary thing? Every night that he did this, he would do his best to keep note, whether mentally or physically, of all those he visited and where they were located. On Christmas Eve, he would return back to the streets, working tirelessly into the frigid night delivering small but heartfelt gifts from his own home so that each less fortunate and melancholy individual would have something nice, and picked out specially just for them, on such a happy day.

Every night Andalusia would return home, exhausted beyond belief, but would feel fulfilled. Of course it was worth it. How could he live with this gift of his and not share it with others, especially in their time of need? Those who he helped always tried to find him, but he made sure to keep his tracks hidden. He felt that it wouldn't be fair to be repaid for his actions; he believed that good will and the spread of happiness is something that should be given out willingly, not with a price in mind. His home was tiny and empty, save for the trinkets he saves in preparation for each winter seasons, but he was happy. He couldn't imagine doing anything else with his life.

Nowadays, people may joke about an alleged "chocolate-scented guardian angel" appearing in many towns around Christmastime, but Andalusia continues on, just as he always has and always will, to spread the warmth of love and happiness to others when they may need it the most. [ 746/1000 ]

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Vetle wasn't the best with cold weather, piling on jumpers, scarves, and gloves. His friends would laugh, he knew they would, but at the very least he knew he'd be warm. Hearing the knock on the door he walked down the stairs, rolling his eyes as his friends snickered and giggled.

"At least I'll be warm." He retorted, poking his tongue out as they wandered down the path, Nikolai stuck close to Kjell, not so subtly holding hands, Kali bounced around the group, humming songs under her breath. Salem silently followed occasionally throwing balls of snow at Mihai only for them to retaliate back. Vetle adored his friends, they were all so different and unique, it made each day a new exploration of the world around him and how his friends perceived different things. Together they had made a list. Things they wanted to try this winter. They had already ticked off quite a few things, snowboarding from Salem, ice skating from Kali, knitting from Mihai and cafe hopping from Nikolai.

"Just a hot chocolate please."
"Marshmallows on top?"
"Marshmallows on top" He confirmed, beaming at the cashier.

Walking over to where everyone had squished into a booth going over the list they had all written onto Nikolai's phone. The quiet boy scrolling down the list while everyone around him conversed, sipping at drinks.

"Vetle, it's your turn today." Niko spoke, watching as everyone turned to face him in anticipation of the activity of the day.


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"The Light Nights? Really?" "Oh shush Kali. Not everyone likes the fun stuff." "See, even you think it's boring." "I think it's pretty." "You're literally just looking at Kjell." "I'm cold." "You should have worn more." "Come on, Vetle did all the things you guys wanted."

Vetle just laughed happily as they walked through the entrance, displays of lights. Different interactive pieces spread across the wharf, crowds of people big and small wondering around. People in morph suits decorated by lights dancing around and in the middle of it all, his friends.

Illuminated by the lights around them.