[SilverSamurai]

EDIT- 10/3/2020
blue candy (ring edit; ringless);
black candy (pupil edit; pupiless);
white candy (sclera color change);
red candy (eye color change)



I love light blue/greenssssss
This batch was so lucky gosh

Username: Placebo
Name: Morozko/Morozco (accepts either spelling)
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Owned as of: 8/3/2018
Paid: yes
Post: Here

Hatch Day: n/a
Mature Day: 06-17-18

Parent 1

Parent 2

Taika

Myron

Parent 1 | Parent 2

Penn x3 - Minor mane (yes, overridden)
Penn x3 - Major mane (yes, rare)
Penn x3 - Lion mane (no)
Penn x3 - Feather tufts (yes, uncommon)
Penn x3 Armored scales (yes, rare)

Uncommon chance - no
Rare chance - no

[LimeThing]

I can't believe it ;-;
Thank you so much silver, they're so pretty!
Indeed, the blue look gorgeous, just like the entire design!
I'll let you know their future, but they'll probably be going UFA.

^^

[QuakingAspen]

If they do end up ufa, I'd love to try out!

[dzo]

super pretty wow! i love the mane!! <3

[Corvuss]

such a pretty bab~ Their markings remind me of water ripples ^^

[Yuroshi]

Username: yuroshi
Name: Terrar
Gender: female
Gender for breeding purposes: female
Prompt:

The most precious thing in the world...
To me, it is not really a what, or a who. The closest thing to say, is it's both. It's hard to explain, altogether, but I find I still want to... so I guess I'll simply do my best.
As you watch, she turns away from you, before smearing her paw with... paint? It looks like it, anyway. Without hesitation, she brings her paw up and begins to purposefully smear it onto the rock, silent for a moment. Then, as she paints, she begins to speak, telling you the truth of her past...

Extras: (x2, art or 250 words)
Mark DO THIS

[lex]

Oh... I love them

[LimeThing]

With a heavy heart, this babe is going UFA ^^

For this competition tell me about something they treasure and cherish the most in their life. It's maybe an object, a person, or anything they hold dear. You have 1000 words to answer the prompt either directly or through a story (I prefer stories tho c;)
I want to keep them OOC, but if anyone prefers IC you can shoot me a message to get details on Taika and Myron.
And two extras, each being either one drawing or 250 words.
Ends in two weeks, but it can be extended upon request, 8th July 2018.

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Username:
Name:
Gender:
Gender for breeding purposes:
Prompt: (1000 words)
Extras: (x2, art or 250 words)

Good luck!

[Placebo]

Username: Placebo
Name: Morozko/Morozco (accepts either spelling)
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male

“𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍?”

“𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌… 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗,” 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎’𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.

“...𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒.”

“𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗,” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜. “𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗.”


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It was a miracle she crash landed here at all. She was lucky the cold recesses of space hadn’t claimed her first.

Still, Morozko never took too kindly to any trespassers, especially ones unlucky enough to stumble upon his satellite spaceship. He pried the ruins of her spacecraft open long enough to haul her dark form out and pressed the barrel of a gun to her head. “State your business.”

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𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚔𝚘’𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒’𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜.

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Morozko had no idea what to do with her.

She sat shivering in the room he locked her in, and cursed inwardly as the room heated up. Crap, how was he to know she was an endotherm? Nothing native this far out in the universe actually generated their own heat. Nothing harmless, at least.

...Oh, who was he kidding? This slip of a girl was no threat.

He peered into the one-way glass window into the room. Her thin, nearly atrophied arms wrapped around her like they were the only things keeping her together. Yeah. Definitely no threat.

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“𝚃𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗? 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜.” 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

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He settled on an unsteady truce with Naledi, these past few weeks. When he offered to help her look for her lost crew members, (at least, that’s all she told him) she jumped at the chance. The joy in her face at the thought of the reunion was refreshing, especially after Morozko’s many years of solitude. He could handle the isolation of his outpost, no doubt, but there was something about Naledi’s determined eagerness that put a smile on his lips.

Now, she was running herself ragged. Great suns, she was weak enough as it is!

“You need to rest.”

“I can’t rest until I find them.”

“You’ll run yourself into an early GRAVE before then.”

She went without much fanfare to rest in the medical bay, but barely an hour later he could hear her screams echoing through the halls, and sprinted out of the room even before the ship’s sensors detected a spike in her vitals.

He only heard the screams because the door to the bay was left wide open. He didn’t even know she had nightmares.

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𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚔𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝-𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. “𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎. ‘𝚂 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.”

𝙽𝚘 𝚢𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚔𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍.

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Naledi’s voice was low and filled with longing as she spoke of them. Spoke of the family she left behind. This was the most lively, beyond her regular bouts of anger at least, Morozko had ever seen her. Yet, unlike those times, her eyes were alright with a curious spark. She gesticulated under the blanket, and Morozko found himself enraptured by her tales of fiery beings with the heart of stars and goddesses of the void of space itself.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. “𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚔𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊— 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜. 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗. “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑’𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

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“What is your problem? Why do you feel the need to dog my every step?”

The barrage of questions threw him for a loop, and he froze in his subconscious path of shadowing her into the ship’s kitchen. She had been on edge all day after another unsuccessful attempt at finding trails to follow. He looked into her blazing orbs dumbly as she continued. “What possesses you to follow me like I’m trying to sabotage your ship, huh? What the hell do you think I’d even do?”

Despite his cool nature, Morozko felt a bubble of indignant heat settle in his gut; yet, his next words were frigid. “Well excuse me for caring about your well-being.”

Naledi’s eyes widened in shock.

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𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚔𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒’𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍. “𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.”

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