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She got on top of him, choking him. He struggles under her, her hold only getting tighter.
“I hate you.”, it sounded drained of life. “I hate you.”, it sounded loud. “I hate you.”, it sounded full of anger. “I hate you.”, full of disappointment. “I hate you.”, full of hurt. “I hate you.”, it was said softly. He stopped struggling after the second one. His vision was fading, his voice raspy, though he replied. “I know.” Suddenly a drop fell onto his face, the cold water burning against his fevered skin. Then another one. He looked up, she was crying, her grip loosened. She stared down at him as if trying to register what was happening, what was she even feeling. More tears fell down her face and onto him. Without warning, his hand reached up to her and wiped away her tears. “You’re…crying.”
“Am I?”, for the first time in a long time, her voice had emotion.
Slowly, his other hand reached up, both his hands now cupping her face, wiping her tears away. “Yeah…you are. You’re actually crying.”
“…I hate you. I hate you so much.”
His thumb traces under her eye, catching another tear. “You already said that.” His voice sounded raw, either from the choking or the underlying emotion he felt. Maybe both. “Over and over again you said it.” Despite the words sounding harsh, he said it softly and his touch remained gentle.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, almost confused as to why she said it. But the tears kept coming even though she didn’t fully understand why.
“For what, choking me?”, he said softly, still wiping her tears away with his hands.
Her grip around his neck tightened for a second before loosening. Her hands now just there as if she was trying to understand what she was feeling. “No…I don’t know why.”
He searched her eyes before his hands dropped to her shoulders, holding too loose for it to be a firm grip but too tight for it to be him letting go. It was comfort in one simple touch.
He whispers softly. “It’s okay…you don’t have to know why.”
“But I want to know why!”, she yells. Her breathing shaky, almost afraid.
“You don’t need to know right now. What matters is that you’re feeling something.” His grip on her shoulders tightens.
“…but what if I never feel it again? What if this last feeling I feel with you, will be nothing but pain?”
“And what if your next feeling is happiness? Or warmth? Or something as gentle as the clouds?” He cups her face again, his eyes softened looking into hers.
“At least you feel something, even if it is pain. That’s more than you’ve felt for the last year.”
“I want this feeling to be happy! I want this to be happy! I want us to be happy. I don’t want another feeling, I don’t want to let go of this.” She cups his face, tears falling again.
His eyes widened slightly at her words. His heart pounding in his chest as he leans into her touch.
“I-“
As soon as the moment happened, it ended. She was pulled off of him, the warmth disappearing as soon as it came. She puts up the fight, struggling as two guards pull her back. He stared almost startled by the sudden change before he stands upright. He takes a step forward and immediately another guard grabs him.
“Akira, I would recommend you don’t move, unless you want to make a bigger mess of things.”
Akira clicks his tongue before looking at her, she struggles the more she is pulled away from him.
“Please! Don’t make me forget! Please! Don’t leave, Akira!”
Akira’s heart dropped, he yanks himself forward, only to be pulled back but it doesn’t stop him from yelling.
“Tara!”
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🌌 𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝒶 🌌
“Tell me it’s not true, Akira.”
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“Akira.”
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“Akira, please.”
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“Akira!”
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“Akira, please! D̶o̶n̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ m̶e̶"
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Akira shot up from his bed in the cold sweat. He rubs his head as his breathing slowly goes steady. He curses under his breath before getting up. He walks to his desk and sits down, staring at the paper from last night.
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝒶
He picks up the ink pen and hovers it over the paper. For the first couple of minutes, nothing happens. Haunting silence fills the room as Akira’s hand hovers over the paper. After 5 minutes, he puts the pen back down. He puts his head in his hands and lets out a shaky exhale. He then gets up and gets ready.
🅣🅘🅜🅔🅢🅚🅘🅟
“Akira.”
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“Akira!”
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Akira’s eyes snap back up at Soren, who is staring at him while he sips on his drink.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
“…right. Anyways, I was saying I think we should go to the fair. I heard it’s ten times more exciting than the one from last year.”
“Mhm.”, Akira picks at his food. Soren looks down at Akira’s food and then back up at Akira.
“Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Pfft- Don’t give me that shit. You know, we don’t have to hangout.”
“No, I want to. Let’s just get going.”
Akira wipes his hand on a napkin before asking for the check. Soren sighs before wiping his hands as-well.
🅣🅘🅜🅔🅢🅚🅘🅟
Akira’s feet hurt so much. They have been walking around for hours. Everything Soren saw he ran towards it, making this hangout feel more like a babysitting job. He was about to run after Soren again when he smelled something. Something too familiar.
𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂.
Akira turns around, his breathing heavy even though he barely moved. Nothing. There was nothing there. His hands clenched into fists, his skin ran cold, and he felt his vision start to blur. He needs to get out of here. Without thinking, he ran. Ran as fast as he could.
“Akira.”
Run.
“Akira.”
Don’t stop.
“Akira!”
She isn’t here.
“Akira!”
It’s not her.
He slowed down before coming to a stop. He lets out a shaky breath as he feels his eyes water. He looks around, where was he? He’s at a park. The sky was a mixed of orange and pink, the clouds looking like cotton candy. There was a picnic table and a big tree that casts over the table. Yellow flowers surrounding the tree. He takes in the scene before walking over to the tree and sitting down under it. His knees go almost to his chest and he wraps his arms around his knees. He closed his eyes and started to take deep breaths.
“Akira!”
Ignore it.
“Akira.”
It’s not real.
“Akira!” Hands grasped his shoulders and he lets out a gasp, immediately grasping the person’s wrists.
“Wow, wow, Akira, it’s me, Soren!”, Akira stares at Soren for a couple of seconds before letting go.
“What the fuck, man?!”
“I’m sorry! You weren’t answering me! Plus, you ran away, I was worried.”
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“Sorry, I’ve just been stressed.”
“…this is about Tara, isn’t it?”
Akira’s body shudders at the name, like he couldn’t help but tense up. Soren sighs before sitting down with Akira.
“Look, Akira, it wasn’t your fault. It’s not your fault she died. You shouldn’t be dwelling on the past, you survived that crazy institution. You deserve peace. I don’t think Tara would like to see you like this.”
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“Soren, there’s something I haven’t told you.”
🌌 𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝒶 🌌
“The sight is amazing, right!?”, Tara exclaimed, soaring through the sky. Her hair finally loose as her butterfly wings soar through the sky. “I don’t know why you don’t fly at night more often!”
Akira scoffs, his owl wings flapping behind him. “Because if someone catches us, this night flight will turn into a massacre.”
“Ugh! You’re no fun! Lighten up!” Tara soars backwards, laying on her back as if she was swimming. “Look at the beautiful stars.”
“Yeah, so beautiful.”, Akira never broke his stare from Tara.
“Akira?”
“Yes, Tara.”
“Promise me something.”
“What is it?”
“Promise me…that we’ll forever be together. That no matter what happens, you’ll never forget me.”
“Forget you? Oh Tara, that’s impossible. Even if we are galaxies apart, I would never even stop thinking about you.”
“…Akira.”
“Yes?”
“…I forgive you.”
“…what.”
W̶ A̶ K̶ E̶ U̶ P̶ A̶ K̶ I̶ R̶ A̶
“I did this for us! I did this so we could have hopes, desires, dreams! I did this all for us!”
“You didn’t do this for us. You did it because you didn’t want to suffer alone.”
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you were in my position, Tara.”
“Akira. I would have never-…I would have never done this to you. Not to anyone.”
“Why?! You could have everything!-“
“I did have everything! I had you!”
Tara scoffs, looking away for a second, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe this was happening. She looks back at Akira, speaking with battered breath. “I had dreams I never once understood. I have always felt empty until I meet you. Once I…lost everyone, and when you left, my dreams left with it. My hope carried on, so I spent the rest of my life searching for you. My desire was to find you and now I have. I just…never thought it would be like this. That everything would change. Maybe that was my fault. My dream was never freedom, it was just all of us. All of us chilling by the fireplace once last time.”
“…you would have done the same thing.”
“Akira, I would have given up my own wings just for you to soar the clouds safely.”
Akira.
“Akira.”
“Akira!”
“I love you, Akira.”
“I hate you, Akira.”
“Akira, I would have given up my own wings just for you to soar the clouds safely.”
“Doesn’t the view look beautiful, Akira?”
“I’m sorry, Akira.”
“I forgive you, Akira.”
“Akira?”
“Akira…”
“Akira, please!”
“Akira, you…feel so familiar.”
“Akira, please! Don’t make me forget again!”
“Akira, don’t leave me!”
★𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒜𝓀𝒾𝓇𝒶★
𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝒜𝓀𝒾𝓇𝒶, 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜. 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉, 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉. 𝒜𝓀𝒾𝓇𝒶, 𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎. 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒜𝓀𝒾𝓇𝒶, 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝐼 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒹𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉. 𝒮𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒜𝓀𝒾𝓇𝒶. 𝒮𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒮𝑜𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒, 𝒜𝓀𝒾𝓇𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝐼’𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝓈𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹.
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𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮. 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓪, 𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂. 𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼. 𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽, 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓽. 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓪. 𝓘’𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷, 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽. 𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓭. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝒶𝓉 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓶𝓮? 𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮’𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽. 𝓘 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮, 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂, 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘’𝓶 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮. 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂.
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