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𝙴𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘́ 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊…

𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚛𝚘́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. “¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚢?”, 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝙷𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘.

—𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒́ 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 -𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊.

𝙴𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚓𝚘𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊.

—¿𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚎? -𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚓𝚊.

—¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘? -𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗.

𝙴𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚘. 𝙴𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘, 𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚊𝚕𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛.

—𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗. 𝙴𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚒́.
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘́ 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎.

—𝙻𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘.

𝙴𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘́, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝚄𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝙻𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊.

—𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚜: 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊, 𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚘… -𝙴𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘́ 𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊.

—¿𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊?

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘́.

—𝙴𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘.

𝙴𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣.

—𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞́𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚈 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘́, 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘. 𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚒́𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. “𝚀𝚞𝚎́ 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚘”, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘́.

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚒́𝚊, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘́ 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒́𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

—¡𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜! ¿𝚀𝚞𝚎́ 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒́? -𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚗̃𝚘.

—𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 -𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊.

𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜.

—¡𝙰𝚢, 𝚖𝚒𝚓𝚘! ¡𝚈𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚊 𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛! 𝚅𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚘.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜. 𝙰𝚜𝚒́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗.

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—𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 -𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚊. —𝚈 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘…, 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗, 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎, 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜.
𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗.

—¡𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚒́𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗!

𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚘́, 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊.

—𝚃𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎, 𝚖𝚒𝚓𝚘. 𝙰𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊́𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘. 𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚘́𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘́𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝…

𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. ‘𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛.

“𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛”, 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚎-𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎.

“𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞?” 𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠.

“𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜?” 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

“𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.”

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.

“𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎. 𝙰 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍.

“𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚛𝚞𝚖, 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖...” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. “𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢?”

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍.

“𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝.”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊.”

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. ‘𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢,’ 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢.

“𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?” 𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝.

“𝙱𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊”, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

“𝙾𝚑, 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎! 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞.”

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚘𝚗̃𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎.

“𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎”, 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗, “𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗.”

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙.

“𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗!”

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍.

“𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡.”

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜.

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The officer asked for his papers as he noticed his nervousness. Marcus leaned over the car seat to open the glove compartment…

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