𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎? 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐....

𝙴 𝚅 𝙴 𝚁 𝚈 𝚃 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 .

"𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝?

𝙷𝚘𝚠?

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