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𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒕. 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓. 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏.
𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒓.
"𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕."
"𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔." 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒓.
"𝑾𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚." 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏.
"𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔." 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.
𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉.
"𝑼𝒉𝒎 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅." 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚.
"𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆.
"𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒓."
"𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆?" 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒚.
"𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆."
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆."
"𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖" 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕?"
"𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈."
"𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?"
"𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅."
"𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒄𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅." 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔.
𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
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