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𝟝 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕤, 𝟙𝟞 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 '𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤' [ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖] 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡.
𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘? T𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔.
O𝕙 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕒 'M𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥'. I 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.
I 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 T𝕠𝕓𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕- ..𝕘𝕠𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥, 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕥-𝕒-𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕥?
𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 '𝕔𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥'. ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.
𝕀 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟, 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕘𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖.
N𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕥, 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
A𝕟𝕪𝕙𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖! 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕙, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕- 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕜.
*𝘚𝘤𝘤𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘤𝘩*
"𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝? 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟-"
𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝖢𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝕞𝕪 '𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕖𝕣' 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 Tᴏʙʏ.
"𝕆𝕙, 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕦𝕡." 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 Tᴏʙʏ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤.
"Tʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ."
"𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖."
"Tʜɪs ɪᴛᴇᴍ, ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪsᴛ. Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ?"
𝕆𝕙 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙, 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤. 𝕀𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖.
"𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕄𝕣. 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕥."
"Tʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴǫᴜᴇᴛs ᴏᴠᴇʀ."
"𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕- 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?"
"Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇs."
"𝕎𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪."
"I ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜs ᴜsᴇ."
"...𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘. TOBY!"
"Wʜᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴛ? Hᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ? Jᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙɪɢ ᴘᴜssʏ."
"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕥."
"Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ. Iᴛ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ sʜᴏᴡsᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ."
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ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕜.
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