❝ 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥! 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬! ❞

𝐓𝐖 : 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐀 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

❛ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 ❜

❛ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚠 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 ❜

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐀𝐠𝐞

Physical Age

25

Zodiac

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

Gender

𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

Pronouns

𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[Before the Apocalypse]

𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Overall Personality

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 "𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕"—𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕—𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢—𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛—𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝, 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 “𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔,” 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 “𝚏𝚒𝚡” 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎-𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜—𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍’𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎.

Height

5’7

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 & 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢.

𝚄𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 & 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚜

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜:

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 “𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢” 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔. 𝙸𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 “𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜” 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖—𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 “𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜”

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚍-𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, “𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗” 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙸𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 (𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛), 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛—𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎.

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖’𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝-𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘-𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜.

𝙿𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎

𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎—𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋

𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 & 𝚆𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚢

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢’𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎—𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. “𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚐𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎—𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍—𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗, 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝—𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.

“𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. “𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝙳𝚘 𝚒𝚝.”

𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍—𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘.

𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝

𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍—𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎—𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔. 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏—𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎.

𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 “𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢,” 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎—𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕… 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛?

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.

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➵ 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙.

➵ 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.

➵ 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 “𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕” 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜.

➵ 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜—𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜, 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑—𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗.

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