Chapter 243: Nathan North
(A week later…)
Today was going to be the last day of filming on set.
And as if to go out with a bang, practically everyone whom had been involved in the filming of the movie, was on ground.
This extended even to Kyle’s employees at the studio and his actual team, all of them engaging in murmurs of excited chatter with the movie’s production crew.
Xavier and Cass, despite only seeing each other once a week on set due to their busy schedules, continued discussing a few things about the movie’s post-production as the cinematographers expertly positioned their cameras for the last shot of the scene. Once this was done with though, they were planning to head out for a long overdue date night.
Lily, considering it was actually her first time meeting Eliza, had the most ecstatic smiles blossoming on her features as she interacted with the cute six-year old, whom was equally all sunshine and rainbows.
Jeff and Sharon, having acted together in a shot that would essentially be part of the cumulative scene a few months back, were currently mingling with a couple of those extras whom had also been involved in the scene.
Interestingly, save for a few of those extras and the old Hollywood Star himself whom had been dressed in neat, formal or casual attires that very day, Sharon, alongside the rest of the other extras, had been dressed in matriculation gowns.
In the scene, George had arrived on the busy college grounds where parents and guardians, congratulated and took pictures of their wards after they had converged outside the hall where their matriculation had taken place.
Worried that he couldn’t find his grandson even after after searching for roughly 30 minutes though, the old man then made a call, only to have it ring but not respond.
In his search for Nathan however, George soon stumbled into a simply dressed Felicia in a formal black gown whom was quietly seated alone on a bench as she downed her canned coffee amidst the lively chatter, her matriculation gown, hanged over the bench’s armrest.
In that moment, he was clearly surprised to see her all-dressed up, a stark contrast to her typically messy appearance.
Since he knew her from his shelter but was never aware that she was in the same year as his grandson, George was more than happy to share that information with the lady as he sat next to her.
In response to that info, Felicia on the other hand had curiously tilted her head.
It was at this exact moment that the hall where the matriculation had taken place, suddenly shook vigorously, a phenomenon akin to an earthquake occurring as something crashed through its roof!
That said, as Kyle whom was fitted with the exosuit, walked onto the set, his face beaten, bloodied and bruised beyond measure, courtesy of the make-up artists, Clint too, dressed in his green suit, had a somewhat similar yet different make-up, albeit his was more bloodied.
Despite Xavier telling Clint that he didn’t need to act in the last shot of the scene, the middle-aged actor, much like a peculiar obstinate young man, refused and pushed to do his stunts himself in the scene.
Granted it wasn’t anything too complex but still, Kyle couldn’t help but inwardly chuckle as he remembered Clint’s exact words while struggling to persuade the director;
‘I mean, if I get hurt, we can milk it for promo, right? Just imagine; Actor Nearly Dies Filming Final Stunt. Boom! Free publicity.’
Even if Xavier had wanted to disagree, Clint’s serious delivery of the line had had both Kyle, the director himself and the rest of the set in tatters.
It was also the reason why he was in fact, allowed to try out the scene.
‘Guess I know where Eliza gets her humor from…’ Kyle then sported a light smile as Clint walked over, the middle-aged actor, fully in tune with his character.
‘That said…’ the young man, subtly angled his gaze over to the excited crowd in the basement, his eyes sifting through their faces rapidly as it briefly landed on a peculiar face, whom had stealthily hidden himself at the back of the crowd.
‘What are you going to do now, Vance?’ Kyle’s thoughts turned humorless as he activated [Mind Probe] and designated the ‘stuntman’ as his target.
No sooner had Kyle done this, the director’s voice suddenly boomed across the entirety of the basement;
“Quiet on set!“
Silence descended upon the room in an instant, everyone more than familiar with Xavier’s authoritative tone.
And in the next minute, the cinematographers, lighting technicians and sound crew, without even been told, gave him a thumbs up, signifying that they were at the ready.
With a thin smile of satisfaction nestling on his lips, one that reflected his appreciation for the efficient production crew he was going to miss working with, Xavier, gave the familiar order;
“Lights… Camera…”
And in sync, Kyle, knowing how much emotion he needed to display for the last shot, especially with how the rollercoaster of a climatic showdown between Nathan and Malakai had led up to it, closed his eyes briefly and activated both [Deep Dive] and [Scene Stealer].
“Action!“
{Tech Wiz: Year One | 27th of September 2022 | Act 5 | Scene 1 | Take 1}
The grounds of the hall trembled violently, sending ripples of confusion across the college campus as the matriculating students and their guardians paused and turned around in alarm!
Then, another tremor struck— this one more powerful, more ominous— before an explosion of rubble, concrete, and dust erupted from the top of the grand hall.
Terrified shrieks echoed across the lush green lawn as debris rained down, the thick haze of dust slowly settling to reveal a towering figure, his gleaming metal reflecting the morning sun.
A cyborg.
And in its grasp, dangling helplessly over the edge of the building, was Eccleston.
A sinister tune played, underscoring the dread spreading through the crowd.
“That look on your face…” the cyborg sneered, its voice dripping with a mix of contempt and satisfaction;
“You can’t imagine how satisfying it is.”
Eccleston struggled against the iron grip around his throat, sweat trickling down his face as he choked out a few words;
“Who… who are you?!”
The cyborg’s glowing red visor burned with malice as its voice boomed across the lawn.
“Call me, Overclock.”
A hush of terror swept over the spectators below.
“Now…” Overclock extended his free arm outward, as if toying with Eccleston’s doom.
“Ready for your final act?” he asked with a malicious chuckle.
Without hesitation, Overclock released his grip.
The CEO plummeted.
Screams of horror filled the air as Eccleston fell towards certain death, his terrified scream sealing his fate.
But just as he was about to meet his end, the sinister tune was abruptly overtaken by a heroic swell of music.
A familiar blur, shot through the air.
In a split second, the figure grazed Eccleston’s body, a thin, peculiar slate slapped onto his body to release a controlled gravity pulse that halted his descent, just inches before impact to cushion his fall.
Then, without missing a beat, Tech Wiz propelled himself off the wall, using the momentum to deliver a devastating, gravity-infused uppercut straight to Overclock’s jaw!
Both figures streaked through the troposphere!
Angling his gaze downwards, Overclock’s voice dripped with annoyance;
“You.”
Activating his propulsion beam, the cyborg stabilized his ascent and without skipping a beat, launched a rocket-propelled high hook!
The metallic fist, collided with Tech Wiz’s raised arm, the impact, sending him hurtling back to earth as a pained grunt escaped his lips!
Like a blitz, Tech Wiz diagonally streaked down at an alarming speed, Overclock propulsion-boosting himself and hot on his tail!
Just before he crashed into a skyscraper, pedestrians below noticing their rapid descent, an extended hook shot from the hero’s pulse gauntlets.
Latching onto the very edge of the building, Tech Wiz yanked himself upwards, avoiding by mere inches another of Overclock’s devastating rocket-propelled punch!
The burst of wind from the attack, sent a few windows of the innocent building, shattering in a downward verticality!
Yet the opportunity to counter presented itself as Tech Wiz, spun mid-yank and launched another hook that coiled around Overclock’s circumference in a tight grip!
Simultaneously, the hero activated an electric pulse!
The spark of electricity, blitzed through the wire in the fraction of a second, sending a wave of sizzling pain through Malakai’s entire being as he let out a pained grunt!
But in the same vein, Overclock grasped onto the hook and yanked it forwards!
Watching as he was pulled before he could retract the hook, a brutal clamp of the cyborg’s cybernetic palms on his helmet, held him in place as he struggled to fight back.
Futility was all it resulted in as Overclock, forcefully ripped the hook electrifying him, and with a swift turn mid-fall, slammed Tech Wiz’s head, straight into the tarred road below!
A muffled, nuke-like boom echoed across the city streets, the tremor vibrating and rattling every building in sight as a pressurized burst of wind shattered every window within vicinity!
In turn, the panic-stricken citizens bolted for dear life, their screams and shrieks of terror deafening.
Yet, despite the murderous brutality of his attack, Overclock soon raised a seemingly knocked out Tech Wiz and with an unnatural arch of his back, socked him an even more brutal, rocket-propelled punch!
The hero found himself flying across the air like a stringless marionette, the blood from his battered face, spilling through his equally shattered helmet, one of the visors broken and out of place.
Colliding gracelessly with the tarred road in multiple brutal spins and tumbles, he soon found himself coming to a lulled halt, his exosuit tattered in various places.
And just across the road, Nathan saw them.
Pedestrians, absolutely stricken with fear as they watched his defeated figure, lying motionlessly on the ground.
But more importantly, were the slightest hints of hope in their irises, seemingly begging of him to get back up.
With a will beyond what was merely his, Tech Wiz, placed one palm down, laboriously pushing himself up as he quietly choked out;
“Come… on… Nathan…”
Overclock’s steps got louder with every little progress he made.
The closer he got, the faster the hero, willed himself to get back up.
But unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.
Malakai was upon him.
And without the slightest hint of mercy or pity, he launched a powerful kick that sent the beaten hero, flying across the road and right into an old abandoned factory that was soon to be renovated.
The wall exploded into chunks of concrete and dust as Tech Wiz, found himself buried in a pile rubble.
– – –
It only took a few seconds before the villain, loomed over the pile of rubble and with one calculated yank, pulled the hero out of the mess as he held him by the neck.
Staring at the seemingly lifeless young man whose helmet had been completely shattered, hence revealing his face beneath, the cyborg’s helmet, retracted upwards to reveal his face.
And as Malakai stared at Nathan whose face was beaten, battered and bruised beyond measure, the light in his eyes dimming, he spoke, his voice cold as ever;
“I tried to warn you Nathan…”
The dimness in the young man’s eyes took on a sudden switch, the adrenaline rapidly beginning to course through his veins again.
“But you wouldn’t listen!” Malakai added, his tone full of hate!
Nathan whom should’ve in fact, being on the verge of death, slowly raised his head up as he whispered in denial;
“You knew…”
And then, with a complete gaze of vindication, he repeated, his entire being sizzling with an inferno of hurt, disappointment and most especially, rage!
“You knew!” he repeated with a depth of fury that stunned Malakai himself!
Retracting his helmet, the professor let out his sinister, cyborg voice;
“Such a disapointmen—”
Nathan’s gravity-imbued pulse gauntlets, coated with a bursting spark of electricity, crunched right into Malakai’s helmet, shattering the darn thing into bits of metallic chunks!
“Arrggghhh!!!” the villain let out a shout that reflected the excruciating pain he was in!
Staggering backwards, his grip on Nathan’s neck unclenching, Malakai whom had been gripping his face, suddenly felt the wisp of wind, kiss his unprotected cheeks.
It was followed by a devastatingly powerful kick, one that Nathan had used his grav boots to propel to an unreasonable degree!
Overclock felt himself flying sideways, his sense of balance, lost.
And as if this was just the beginning, a furious Nathan, appeared from above in a blur, his gravity-enhanced boots, delivering a brutalizing curb-stomp!
Malakai’s face, compressed like a bursting rubber ball against the shattered concrete of the floor, the light in his eyes, dimming in an instant!
But without mercy, Nathan, now sitting atop him, socked him another electricity infused punch!
And another!
And another!
And another!
Ready to sock him another one, Nathan, watching the completely beaten figure of his professor beneath him, gasping for dear life, his face almost unrecognizable, held his trembling fist in place.
Malakai knew it was him all along and yet, was okay with playing him! Killing him! The son of his colleague! A colleague whom he even seemed to cherish dearly!
‘What sort of monster would do that?!’ the thought was evidently reflected in the way Nathan gazed at the beaten Malakai beneath him.
Then the rage returned, burning in his eyes as every glint of it mingled with raw betrayal!
Every fiber of his being screamed for justice, for retribution!
And yet, with a guttural, frustrated roar directed at himself, Nathan forced himself to stop.
Killing him would only make him no different than Malakai, something he never wanted to become.
And so, his voice, although brimming with anger and pain, remained steady as he spoke;
“I tried to talk. I want you to remember that.”
His breath hitched;
“I tried to reach out.”
His fists clenched;
“I tried to understand.”
Nathan paused… only for his voice to rise in utter fury!
“And I think you understood! You just didn’t care!”
The words echoed, cutting through the lulled silence like a blade.
His chest heaved, frustration boiling over.
But when he spoke again, his tone had shifted to softer note, but still filled with profound hurt;
“You were a monster…”
His gaze locked onto Malakai’s battered form, the weight of his disappointment settling in his chest as reflected in his irises;
“And that was the role you were so determined to play.”
Slowly, he uncurled his fingers, lowering his fist, his expression resolute;
“So I had to play mine.”
His voice dropped to barely more than a whisper, but the conviction in it was unshakable;
“The man who stops the monster.”
Having said his piece, Tech Wiz, stood and hovered over the defeated figure of Overclock, the sirens in the distance, cascading over to his ears.
Then he launched his grappling hook and soon, vanished from the abandoned factory, leaving the professor to his fate.
“Tailslate and… Cut! That’s a wrap!“
–
No sooner was the scene over, practically everybody on set, despite hearing that filming was over, couldn’t help but be shook to their core by Kyle’s acting and especially, his words.
For the director, the actors, extras and most of the production crew, each and every one of them knew that the last few lines Kyle had said, wasn’t anywhere in the script.
Yet, considering how fitting they were, they were certain that this scene, despite being so action packed, would be strongly remembered and ingrained in the memory of the audience due to those exact words.
After all, they were words that perfectly conveyed the sense of responsibility Nathan had given himself as a hero.
But no sooner had the initial sense of stunned profoundness wore off, the set, suddenly erupted into a massively exuberant wave of cheers, whistles and most especially, applauds.
And basking in it all, was Kyle and Clint as the former, pulled the latter upwards, both of them bowing to the ever-increasing cheers and applauds!
Yet, amidst all this, Adam had stealthily slipped away, his plan in motion as he thought to himself;
‘Let’s get this over with.’
Come & Go by Juice Wrld, Marshmello.
And hurra! We’re done with the filming arc of Tech Wiz!
Next stop… Uh, I don’t know. You tell me ⊙▽⊙.
Jokes aside, thank you for reading! ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و
“㶗䟑䟑䔑䊋” 㤯䱁 䙜䥴㪗㪗䱁㺏䱁䔑 㪗䟑 㤯䓪䙜䔈䱁㺤㱷 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 䔈㯫䓪㱷㪗㺤㓕 䙜㸃䔑䱁 㤯䓪䔈 㯫㸃㓕 㪗䟑 㪗㤯䱁 㺏䱁䔈㪗㺏䟑䟑䙜 㸃㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㱷㸃㺏 䱁䠆䔑 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䟑㒻㒻㓕䊋
㱺䠆㪗䱁㺏䓪䠆㚲 䟑䠆䱁 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 䔈㪗㸃㺤㺤䔈䣜 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏䣜 㚲䱁䠆㪗㺤㓕 㺏㸃䓪䔈䱁䔑 㪗㤯䱁 䙢䱁㺏㸃䙜䓪䙢 㺤䓪䔑 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 㯫㸃㪗䱁㺏 䙢㺤䟑䔈䱁㪗䊋
䁵㸃㺏䱁㱷䥴㺤㺤㓕 㺏䱁㪗㺏䓪䱁䀏䓪䠆㚲 䓪㪗䣜 㐃䔑㸃䙜 㱷䓪䟱䱁䔑 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䓪䔑 㚚䥴䓪䱁㪗㺤㓕䣜 㤯䓪䔈 䙜䟑䀏䱁䙜䱁䠆㪗䔈 䙜䱁㪗䓪䙢䥴㺤䟑䥴䔈䊋
‘㐃㺤㺏䓪㚲㤯㪗…’ 㤯䱁 䤼䥴㺤㺤䱁䔑 䟑䤼䱁䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䔈㪗㺏㸃䤼 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 䤼䟑䥴䙢㤯䣜 㺏䱁㪗㺏䓪䱁䀏䓪䠆㚲 䓪㪗䔈 䙢䟑䠆㪗䱁䠆㪗䔈䊋
䨈䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䠆䱁䟱㪗 䔈䱁䙢䟑䠆䔑䣜 㐃䔑㸃䙜 㯫㸃䔈 䟑䥴㪗 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 㺏䱁䔈㪗㺏䟑䟑䙜 䔈㪗㸃㺤㺤䣜 㤯䓪䔈 㚲䟑㸃㺤 䓪䠆 䔈䓪㚲㤯㪗䊋
䜝㤯䱁 䙢㤯䱁䱁㺏䔈 䟑㱷 䱁䀏䱁㺏㓕䟑䠆䱁 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㒻㸃䔈䱁䙜䱁䠆㪗 㺏㸃䠆㚲 㺤䟑䥴䔑䱁㺏䣜 䤼㺏䟑䙜䤼㪗䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏 㪗䟑 䓪䠆㯫㸃㺏䔑㺤㓕 䙢䟑䙜䙜䱁䠆㪗 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 㒻㺏䓪䔈䚞㺤㓕 㯫㸃㺤䚞䱁䔑 㸃䙢㺏䟑䔈䔈 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䟑㒻㒻㓕㚼
㛪䓪㪗㤯 㸃 䙢䟑䟑㺤 䔑䓪䔈䤼䟑䔈䓪㪗䓪䟑䠆 䔑䱁䔈䤼䓪㪗䱁 㪗㤯䱁 㒻䱁㸃䔑䔈 䟑㱷 䔈㯫䱁㸃㪗 䔈㺤䟑㯫㺤㓕 㱷䟑㺏䙜䓪䠆㚲 㸃㪗䟑䤼 㤯䓪䔈 㤯䱁㸃䔑䣜 㐃䔑㸃䙜 㚲㸃䀏䱁 㸃䠆䟑㪗㤯䱁㺏 䙢㸃㺏䱁㱷䥴㺤 㺤䟑䟑䚞 䟑䀏䱁㺏 㸃㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䟑㒻㒻㓕䣜 㤯䓪䔈 䔈䱁䠆䔈䱁䔈 䔈㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗㺤㓕 㤯䱁䓪㚲㤯㪗䱁䠆䱁䔑䊋
䁵䟑䠆㱷䓪㺏䙜䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯㸃㪗 㪗㤯䱁㺏䱁 㯫㸃䔈 䓪䠆䔑䱁䱁䔑 䠆䟑 䟑䠆䱁 㸃㺏䟑䥴䠆䔑䣜 㤯䓪䔈 㚚䥴䓪䙢䚞 䔈㪗㺏䓪䔑䱁䔈 䙢㸃㺏㺏䓪䱁䔑 㤯䓪䙜 䤼㸃䔈㪗 㪗㤯䱁 䙢㸃㱷䱁㪗䱁㺏䓪㸃 䟑䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䟑䤼䤼䟑䔈䓪㪗䱁 䱁䠆䔑 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 㯫䓪䔑䱁 㺤䟑㒻㒻㓕 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 䤼㺏䟑䙢䱁䱁䔑䱁䔑 㪗䟑 㺏䟑䥴䠆䔑 㸃䠆䟑㪗㤯䱁㺏 䙢䟑㺏䠆䱁㺏䊋
䲗㚚䥴㸃㪗㪗䓪䠆㚲 㪗䟑 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䱁䀏䱁㺤 䟑㱷 䓪㪗䔈 䚞䱁㓕㤯䟑㺤䱁䣜 䤼䥴㺤㺤䓪䠆㚲 䟑䥴㪗 㤯䓪䔈 㺤䟑䙢䚞 䤼䓪䙢䚞䔈䣜 㐃䔑㸃䙜 㚲䟑㪗 䔑䟑㯫䠆 㪗䟑 㯫䟑㺏䚞䊋
㐃䠆䔑 㯫䓪㪗㤯 㸃 䔈䟑㱷㪗䣜 䤼䱁䙢䥴㺤䓪㸃㺏 䙢㺤䓪䙢䚞 㸃 㱷䱁㯫 䔈䱁䙢䟑䠆䔑䔈 㺤㸃㪗䱁㺏䣜 㪗㤯䱁 䔑䟑䟑㺏 䔈㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗㺤㓕 䟑䤼䱁䠆䱁䔑䊋
‘䇨䟑㯫 㱷䟑㺏 㪗㤯䱁 㺤㸃䔈㪗 䔈䤼㺏䓪䠆㪗…’ 㐃䔑㸃䙜 㺤䟑䟑䚞䱁䔑 㸃㺏䟑䥴䠆䔑 㪗㤯䱁 䔑䓪䙜㺤㓕 㺤䓪㪗 䚞䓪㪗䙢㤯䱁䠆䣜 䠆䟑㪗 㯫䓪㺤㺤䓪䠆㚲 㪗䟑 䔈㯫䓪㪗䙢㤯 䟑䠆 䓪㪗䔈 㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗䔈䊋
㛪䓪㪗㤯 䓪䙜䙜䱁䔑䓪㸃㪗䱁 㸃㺤㸃䙢㺏䓪㪗㓕䣜 㤯䱁 䙜䟑䀏䱁䔑 㪗䟑㯫㸃㺏䔑䔈 㪗㤯䱁 㚲㸃䔈 䙢㓕㺤䓪䠆䔑䱁㺏䔈䣜 㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗㺤㓕 䤼䥴䠆䙢㪗䥴㺏䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁䓪㺏 㪗䥴㒻䱁䔈 㯫䓪㪗㤯 㪗㤯䱁 䠆䱁䱁䔑㺤䱁 㪗䟑 㺤䱁㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㚲㸃䔈 䟑䥴㪗䊋
䢁䟑䟑䚞䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁 㯫䓪㺏䱁 䙢䟑䓪㺤 㪗䟑 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗䱁㺏’䔈 㯫㤯䱁䱁㺤䣜 㐃䔑㸃䙜 㯫㸃䔈 䤼㺤㸃䠆䠆䓪䠆㚲 㪗䟑 䔈㪗㸃㒻䓪㺤䓪㶠䱁 䓪㪗 䠆䱁㸃㺏 㪗㤯䱁 䚞䓪㪗䙢㤯䱁䠆’䔈 䔈㺤㸃㒻 㸃䠆䔑 䙢㺤䟑䔈䱁 㪗䟑 㪗㤯䱁 㚲㸃䔈 䙢䟑䟑䚞䱁㺏䣜 䟑䠆䱁 㤯䱁 㯫䟑䥴㺤䔑 㪗㤯䱁䠆 㸃䠆䙢㤯䟑㺏 㸃䠆䔑 㪗䓪㚲㤯㪗㺤㓕 䔈䱁䙢䥴㺏䱁 㪗䟑 㪗㤯䱁 䚞䠆䟑㒻 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 䚞䓪㪗䙢㤯䱁䠆’䔈 䔑䟑䟑㺏 㸃䔈 㸃 䤼䥴㺤㺤䫑㪗㺏䓪㚲㚲䱁㺏䊋
㛪䓪㪗㤯 㪗㤯䱁 㚲㸃䔈 㸃㺤㺏䱁㸃䔑㓕 䔈㸃㪗䥴㺏㸃㪗䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁 㺏䟑䟑䙜䣜 㸃㺤㺤 㪗㤯㸃㪗 㯫䟑䥴㺤䔑 㒻䱁 䠆䱁䱁䔑䱁䔑 㯫㸃䔈 㸃 㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗 㪗䥴㚲 䟑䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䔈㪗㺏䓪䠆㚲 㪗䟑 䙢㸃䥴䔈䱁 㪗㤯䱁 㪗䓪䠆䓪䱁䔈㪗 䟑㱷 䔈䤼㸃㺏䚞䔈 㪗䟑 䓪㚲䠆䓪㪗䱁 㪗㤯䱁 㸃䓪㺏 㸃䠆䔑 㪗㺏䓪㚲㚲䱁㺏 㸃 䙜㸃䔈䔈䓪䀏䱁 䱁䟱䤼㺤䟑䔈䓪䟑䠆䣜 㺤䟑䠆㚲 㸃㱷㪗䱁㺏 㤯䱁 㯫㸃䔈 㸃㯫㸃㓕䊋
䨈㪗 㯫㸃䔈 㸃 䙢㺏䥴䔑䱁 㸃䠆䔑 䱁㱷㱷䱁䙢㪗䓪䀏䱁䣜 㯫㤯䓪㺤䱁 㸃㺤䔈䟑 㒻䱁䓪䠆㚲 㸃 䔑䓪㸃㒻䟑㺤䓪䙢㸃㺤 㸃䠆䔑 㤯䱁㸃㺏㪗㺤䱁䔈䔈 㪗㺏㸃䤼䊋
䏃䱁㪗䣜 䓪㪗 㯫㸃䔈 㸃 䔈㪗㸃䤼㺤䱁 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏’䔈 䔈䚞䓪㺤㺤 䔈䱁㪗䊋 㐃 䙢㺤㸃䔈䔈䓪䙢 䓪䠆䀏䓪䔈䓪㒻㺤䱁 㤯㸃䠆䔑 䟑㱷 䔑䱁䔈㪗㺏䥴䙢㪗䓪䟑䠆䣜 䟑䠆䱁 㪗㤯㸃㪗 㺤䱁㱷㪗 䠆䟑 㪗㺏㸃䙢䱁 䟑㱷 㪗㸃䙜䤼䱁㺏䓪䠆㚲 䟑䠆䙢䱁 䱁䀏䱁㺏㓕㪗㤯䓪䠆㚲 㯫䱁䠆㪗 䥴䤼 䓪䠆 㸃 㒻㺤㸃㶠䓪䠆㚲 䓪䠆㱷䱁㺏䠆䟑䊋
䜝㤯䱁 㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗䔈 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䚞䓪㪗䙢㤯䱁䠆 䔈䥴䔑䔑䱁䠆㺤㓕 䙢㸃䙜䱁 䟑䠆䣜 㸃 㱷㸃䙜䓪㺤䓪㸃㺏 䀏䟑䓪䙢䱁䣜 䱁䀏䓪䔑䱁䠆㪗㺤㓕 㺏䱁㺤㸃䟱䱁䔑 㸃䔈 䓪㪗 䔈㪗㸃㪗䱁䔑㚼
“䪎㸃䠆䙢㓕 㺤䓪㪗㪗㺤䱁 㪗㺏䓪䙢䚞 㓕䟑䥴 㚲䟑㪗 㪗㤯䱁㺏䱁䣜 㐃䔑㸃䙜䊋”
㐃䠆䔑 㺤䱁㸃䠆䓪䠆㚲 䟑䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㒻䱁㸃䙜 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 䔈㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗㺤㓕 㸃䂜㸃㺏 䔑䟑䟑㺏䣜 㸃 㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗 䔈䙜䓪㺤䱁 䟑㱷 㸃䙜䥴䔈䱁䙜䱁䠆㪗 䓪䠆 㤯䓪䔈 䔈㸃䤼䤼㤯䓪㺏䱁 䓪㺏䓪䔈䱁䔈䣜 㯫㸃䔈 㛮㓕㺤䱁䊋
䢁䱁 㯫㸃䔈 䔈㪗䓪㺤㺤 䔑㺏䱁䔈䔈䱁䔑 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䱁䟱䟑䔈䥴䓪㪗 㓕䱁䔈䣜 㒻䥴㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㒻䟑䟑㪗䔈 㯫䱁㺏䱁 䟑㱷㱷䣜 㺤䱁㸃䀏䓪䠆㚲 㤯䓪䙜 㒻㸃㺏䱁㱷䟑䟑㪗䱁䔑䊋
‘䇨䟑 㒻䟑䟑㪗䔈䊋 䇨䟑 䔈䟑䥴䠆䔑䊋 䜝䓪㺤䱁䔑 㱷㺤䟑䟑㺏䔈䊋 䲗㤯䓪㪗䘮’
㰮䥴㪗 䙜䟑㺏䱁 㪗㤯㸃㪗 㪗㤯㸃㪗…
㐃㺤䙜䟑䔈㪗䊋
㐃 㒻䱁㸃䔑 䟑㱷 䔈㯫䱁㸃㪗䣜 㪗㺏㸃䓪㺤䱁䔑 㱷㺏䟑䙜 㤯䓪䔈 㪗䱁䙜䤼㺤䱁䣜 䤼䟑䟑㺤䱁䔑 䔑䟑㯫䠆㯫㸃㺏䔑䔈 㸃䠆䔑 㺏䟑㺤㺤䱁䔑 㪗䟑㯫㸃㺏䔑䔈 㤯䓪䔈 䙢㤯䓪䠆䣜 㸃 䔈䓪䠆㚲㺤䱁 䔑㺏䓪䤼䤼䓪䠆㚲 䔈䟑䥴䠆䔑䣜 㱷䓪㺤㺤䓪䠆㚲 䥴䤼 㪗㤯䱁 㸃䙜㒻䓪䱁䠆䙢䱁 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㺏䟑䟑䙜䊋
㐃䠆䔑 㛮㓕㺤䱁 䠆䟑㪗䓪䙢䱁䔑 㪗㤯䓪䔈䊋
䲗䟑 㤯䱁 䔈䙜䓪㺤䱁䔑䊋
“…㯫㤯㸃㪗 䱁䟱㸃䙢㪗㺤㓕 㸃㺏䱁 㓕䟑䥴 䥴䤼 㪗䟑䣜 㐃䔑㸃䙜㜶”
㐃䠆䟑㪗㤯䱁㺏 㯫㸃䀏䱁 䟑㱷 㪗䱁䠆䔈䱁 䔈䓪㺤䱁䠆䙢䱁 䔑䱁䔈䙢䱁䠆䔑䱁䔑 㒻䱁㪗㯫䱁䱁䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䙜㸃䠆 䙢㸃䥴㚲㤯㪗 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㸃䙢㪗 㸃䠆䔑 㪗㤯䱁 䙜㸃䠆 㯫㤯䟑 䙢㸃䥴㚲㤯㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㸃䙢㪗䊋
㐃䠆䔑 㪗㤯䱁䠆 㛮㓕㺤䱁’䔈 䔑䱁䙜䱁㸃䠆䟑㺏 䔈㯫䓪㪗䙢㤯䱁䔑 䥴䤼 䓪䠆 㸃䠆 䓪䠆䔈㪗㸃䠆㪗䣜 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗 䟑㱷 㸃䙜䥴䔈䱁䙜䱁䠆㪗 䓪䠆 㤯䓪䔈 䱁㓕䱁䔈䣜 㱷㸃䔑䓪䠆㚲 䓪䠆 㸃䠆 䓪䠆䔈㪗㸃䠆㪗 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 䔈䤼䟑䚞䱁㚼
“㐃㺤㺏䓪㚲㤯㪗 䇕㸃䠆䙢䱁䣜”
䇨䟑㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䱁㸃䔈㪗 㒻䓪㪗 䤼䱁㺏㪗䥴㺏㒻䱁䔑䣜 㛮㓕㺤䱁 䓪䠆㚚䥴䓪㺏䱁䔑 㱷䥴㺏㪗㤯䱁㺏䣜 㤯䓪䔈 㪗䟑䠆䱁 㺤䱁㸃䀏䓪䠆㚲 䠆䟑 㺏䟑䟑䙜 㱷䟑㺏 㚲㸃䙜䱁䔈㚼
“䯒䱁䟱 䔈䱁䠆㪗 㓕䟑䥴䣜 䔑䓪䔑䠆’㪗 㤯䱁㜶”
㛮㓕㺤䱁 㪗䟑䟑䚞 䠆䟑㪗䓪䙢䱁䊋
“㶗䟑䟑䔑䊋” 㤯䱁 䙢䟑䙜䙜䱁䠆㪗䱁䔑䣜 䤼䥴䔈㤯䓪䠆㚲 䟑㱷㱷 㪗㤯䱁 㒻䱁㸃䙜 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 䙢㺤䟑䔈䱁䔑 㪗㤯䱁 䔑䟑䟑㺏 㒻䱁㤯䓪䠆䔑 㤯䓪䙜䊋
“㱺䓪㪗㤯䱁㺏 㓕䟑䥴 㪗䱁㺤㺤 䙜䱁 䱁䀏䱁㺏㓕㪗㤯䓪䠆㚲 㓕䟑䥴 䚞䠆䟑㯫 㸃㒻䟑䥴㪗 䯒䱁䟱— 㸃䠆䔑 䨈 䔑䟑䠆’㪗 䙜䱁㸃䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䔈䥴㺏㱷㸃䙢䱁䫑㺤䱁䀏䱁㺤 䙢㺏㸃䤼䣜 䨈’䙜 䔈䥴㺏䱁 㓕䟑䥴 䥴䠆䔑䱁㺏䔈㪗㸃䠆䔑䊋” 㤯䱁 㪗䟑䟑䚞 㸃䠆䟑㪗㤯䱁㺏 䔈㪗䱁䤼 䙢㺤䟑䔈䱁㺏䣜 㤯䓪䔈 㸃㺤䙜䟑䔈㪗 㪗䱁㺏㺏䓪㱷㓕䓪䠆㚲 䔑䱁䙜䱁㸃䠆䟑㺏䣜 㸃㺤䟑䠆㚲䔈䓪䔑䱁 㪗㤯䱁 䔈㪗䓪㺤㺤 㒻㺤䟑䟑䔑䓪䱁䔑 䙜㸃䚞䱁䫑䥴䤼 䟑䠆 㤯䓪䔈 㱷㸃䙢䱁䣜 㱷䟑㺏䙢䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏’䔈 㚲㺤㸃㺏䱁 㪗䟑 䔈㤯㸃㺏䤼䱁䠆䊋
“㘑㺏…” 㛮㓕㺤䱁 䙢䟑䠆㪗䓪䠆䥴䱁䔑䣜 㤯䓪䔈 㪗䟑䠆䱁 䔑㸃㺏䚞䱁䠆䓪䠆㚲㚼
“䏃䟑䥴㺏 䙢㤯䟑䓪䙢䱁䣜 䇕㸃䠆䙢䱁䊋” 㪗㤯䱁 㓕䟑䥴䠆㚲 䙜㸃䠆 䙢䟑䠆䙢㺤䥴䔑䱁䔑䊋
㐃䠆䔑 䠆䟑 䔈䟑䟑䠆䱁㺏 㤯㸃䔑 㤯䱁 䔈㸃䓪䔑 㪗㤯㸃㪗䣜 㸃 㺤䟑㯫䣜 䙢㤯䓪㺤㺤䓪䠆㚲 䙢㤯䥴䙢䚞㺤䱁 䱁䔈䙢㸃䤼䱁䔑 㤯䓪䔈 㺤䓪䤼䔈䊋
䏃䱁㪗 㸃㪗 㪗㤯䱁 䔈㸃䙜䱁 㪗䓪䙜䱁䣜 䓪㪗 㯫㸃䔈 㸃㺤㺤 㛮㓕㺤䱁䊋
䜝㤯䱁 㓕䟑䥴䠆㚲 䙜㸃䠆䣜 㪗㓕䤼䓪䙢㸃㺤㺤㓕䣜 㯫㸃䔈䠆’㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㺏䱁䔈䱁䠆㪗㱷䥴㺤 䚞䓪䠆䔑䣜 䱁䔈䤼䱁䙢䓪㸃㺤㺤㓕 㒻䱁䙢㸃䥴䔈䱁 㤯䱁’䔑 䠆䱁䀏䱁㺏 㱷䱁㺤㪗 㪗㤯䱁 䠆䱁䱁䔑 㪗䟑 㺏䱁䙢䓪䤼㺏䟑䙢㸃㪗䱁 䤼䱁䟑䤼㺤䱁’䔈 䓪㺤㺤 㯫䓪㺤㺤 㪗䟑㯫㸃㺏䔑䔈 㤯䓪䙜䊋
㰮䥴㪗 䓪㪗 㯫㸃䔈 㸃䠆䟑㪗㤯䱁㺏 㒻㸃㺤㺤 㚲㸃䙜䱁 䱁䠆㪗䓪㺏䱁㺤㓕 㯫㤯䱁䠆 㤯䓪䔈 䤼䱁䟑䤼㺤䱁 㯫䱁㺏䱁 㒻䱁䓪䠆㚲 㪗㸃㺏㚲䱁㪗䱁䔑䊋
㐃㪗㺤㸃䔈䣜 䟑㺏 䙜䟑㺏䱁 䔈䤼䱁䙢䓪㱷䓪䙢㸃㺤㺤㓕 䯒䱁䟱䣜 㤯㸃䔑 䤼㺏䱁㪗㪗㓕 䙜䥴䙢㤯 㒻䱁䱁䠆 䤼䟑䚞䓪䠆㚲 㸃䠆䔑 䤼㺏䟑䔑䔑䓪䠆㚲 㸃㪗 㛮㓕㺤䱁 㱷䟑㺏 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䟑䠆㚲䱁䔈㪗 㯫㤯䓪㺤䱁 䠆䟑㯫 㸃䠆䔑 㤯䱁 䤼䥴㺏䤼䟑䔈䱁㺤㓕 㺤䱁㪗 㪗㤯䱁䙜䣜 㤯䟑䤼䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁㓕’䔑 㒻㸃䙢䚞 䟑㱷㱷 㯫㤯䱁䠆 㪗㤯䱁㓕 㚲䟑㪗 㪗䓪㺏䱁䔑䊋
䜝㤯㸃㪗 䙢䟑㺤䔑 㱷䥴㺏㓕䣜 䙜㸃䠆䓪㱷䱁䔈㪗䱁䔑 䙢䟑䙜䤼㺤䱁㪗䱁㺤㓕 䓪䠆 㛮㓕㺤䱁’䔈 䙢䥴㺏㺏䱁䠆㪗 䔑䱁䙜䱁㸃䠆䟑㺏䣜 䟑䠆䱁 㪗㤯㸃㪗 㤯㸃䔑 䇕㸃䠆䙢䱁䣜 䠆䟑㪗㸃㒻㺤㓕 㪗䱁㺏㺏䓪㱷䓪䱁䔑 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 㚚䥴䓪䱁㪗㺤㓕 㚲䥴㺤䤼䱁䔑䊋
䏃䱁㪗䣜 䔑䱁䔈䤼䓪㪗䱁 㒻䱁䓪䠆㚲 䟑䀏䱁㺏㯫㤯䱁㺤䙜䱁䔑 㯫䓪㪗㤯 㱷䱁㸃㺏䣜 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏䣜 䓪䠆 㸃 䔈䚞䓪㺤㺤䱁䔑䣜 䤼㺏䟑㱷䱁䔈䔈䓪䟑䠆㸃㺤 䙜㸃䠆䠆䱁㺏䣜 㺏䱁㪗㺏䓪䱁䀏䱁䔑 㤯䓪䔈 㪗㸃䙢㪗䓪䙢㸃㺤 䚞䠆䓪㱷䱁 䓪䠆 㸃 䔈㯫䓪㱷㪗䣜 䤼㺏㸃䙢㪗䓪䙢䱁䔑 䙜䟑㪗䓪䟑䠆䣜 㪗㤯䱁 䙜䱁㪗㸃㺤 㚲㺤䓪䠆㪗䓪䠆㚲 䓪䠆 㸃 䔈䱁䙜䓪䫑䙢䓪㺏䙢䥴㺤㸃㺏 㸃㺏䙢 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 㪗㺏䓪䱁䔑 㪗䟑 䔈㺤㸃䔈㤯 㛮㓕㺤䱁䊋
㐃 㺏䱁䔈䟑䥴䠆䔑䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯㯫㸃䙢䚞 䱁䙢㤯䟑䱁䔑 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㺏䟑䟑䙜䘮
䯒䓪䚞䱁 㸃 㒻㺤䥴㺏䣜 㛮㓕㺤䱁’䔈 䔈㺤㸃䤼䣜 㒻㺏䥴㪗㸃㺤 㸃䠆䔑 䔑䓪䔈㚲䥴䔈㪗䓪䠆㚲㺤㓕 䤼䟑㯫䱁㺏㱷䥴㺤䣜 䔈䱁䠆㪗 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏 䔈㯫㸃㓕䓪䠆㚲 䥴䠆䙢䟑䠆䔈䙢䓪䟑䥴䔈㺤㓕 㸃䠆䔑 䔈㪗㸃㚲㚲䱁㺏䓪䠆㚲 䔈䓪䔑䱁㯫㸃㓕䔈䘮
㐃䠆䔑 㸃䔈 㛮㓕㺤䱁 㯫㸃㪗䙢㤯䱁䔑 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏’䔈 㱷䓪㚲䥴㺏䱁 㚲䱁㪗 䚞䠆䟑䙢䚞䱁䔑 䟑䥴㪗䣜 㤯䱁 㺤䱁㪗 䟑䥴㪗 㸃 䙢䥴㺏䓪䟑䥴䔈 䱁䟱䤼㺏䱁䔈䔈䓪䟑䠆 㸃䔈 㤯䱁 䔈㪗㸃㺏䱁䔑 㸃㪗 㪗㤯䱁 䙜㸃䚞䱁䔈㤯䓪㱷㪗 㯫䱁㸃䤼䟑䠆 䓪䠆 㤯䓪䔈 㺏䓪㚲㤯㪗 㤯㸃䠆䔑䊋
䊶㺏䓪䟑㺏 㪗䟑 㪗㤯䓪䔈 䙜䟑䙜䱁䠆㪗䣜 㘑㺤䓪䀏䱁㺏 㯫㤯䟑䙜 㤯䱁 㤯㸃䔑 䔈䱁䠆㪗 㸃䠆 䲗㘑䲗 㪗䱁䟱㪗 䂜䥴䔈㪗 䓪䠆 䙢㸃䔈䱁 㪗㤯䓪䠆㚲䔈 㯫䱁䠆㪗 䔈䟑䥴㪗㤯 㒻䱁㪗㯫䱁䱁䠆 㤯䱁 㸃䠆䔑 䇕㸃䠆䙢䱁䣜 㸃㺏㺏䓪䀏䱁䔑 㸃㪗 㪗㤯䱁 䔈䙢䱁䠆䱁䊋
䇨䟑㪗䓪䙢䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁䙜䣜 㪗㤯䱁 㓕䟑䥴䠆㚲 䔈㪗㸃㺏䣜 㯫䓪㪗㤯 㸃 㚲䱁䠆䥴䓪䠆䱁㺤㓕 䙢䥴㺏䓪䟑䥴䔈 䱁䟱䤼㺏䱁䔈䔈䓪䟑䠆 䟑䠆 㤯䓪䔈 㱷䱁㸃㪗䥴㺏䱁䔈䣜 㪗䥴㺏䠆䱁䔑 㸃㺏䟑䥴䠆䔑 㸃䠆䔑 䔈㪗㸃㪗䱁䔑 㸃㺤䟑䥴䔑㚼
“䪎㺏㓕䓪䠆㚲 䤼㸃䠆䔈䘮 䜝㺏䥴䔈㪗㓕 䟑㺤’ 㺤䓪㪗㪗㺤䱁 㪗㤯䓪䠆㚲䣜 㸃䙜䓪㺏䓪㪗䱁㜶䘮”
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䨈䠆 䔈㸃䓪䔑 㪗䱁䟱㪗䣜 㤯䱁 㤯㸃䔑 㸃㺤䔈䟑 㤯䓪㚲㤯㺤䓪㚲㤯㪗䱁䔑 㤯䟑㯫 㤯䱁 㤯㸃䔑 㸃䤼䤼㺏䱁㤯䱁䠆䔑䱁䔑 㐃䔑㸃䙜 㯫㤯䟑䙜 㤯㸃䔑 㒻䱁䱁䠆 䥴䤼 㪗䟑 䠆䟑䫑㚲䟑䟑䔑 䟑䠆 䔈䱁㪗 㸃䠆䔑 㤯䟑㯫 㤯䱁’䔑 䤼䥴㺏䤼䟑䔈䱁㺤㓕 䔑䱁䙢䓪䔑䱁䔑 㪗䟑 䔈㪗㸃㓕 㚚䥴䓪䱁㪗 㪗䟑 䱁䠆䔈䥴㺏䱁 㱷䓪㺤䙜䓪䠆㚲 㯫䱁䠆㪗 䔈䙜䟑䟑㪗㤯㺤㓕 䟑䠆 䔈䱁㪗䊋
䲗䟑䣜 㯫㤯䱁䠆 㪗㤯䱁 㱷䓪䟱䱁㺏 㤯㸃䔑 㯫䟑䚞䱁䠆 䥴䤼 㸃 㱷䱁㯫 㤯䟑䥴㺏䔈 㺤㸃㪗䱁㺏 䓪䠆 㪗㤯䱁 䠆䓪䙢䱁䫑㺤䟑䟑䚞䓪䠆㚲 䟑㱷㱷䓪䙢䱁䣜 䙢䟑䙜䤼㺤䱁㪗䱁 㯫䓪㪗㤯 䀏㸃㺏䓪䟑䥴䔈 䱁㓕䱁䔈 䟑㱷 䔑䓪䔈䔑㸃䓪䠆 㸃䠆㚲㺤䱁䔑 䓪䠆 㤯䓪䔈 䔑䓪㺏䱁䙢㪗䓪䟑䠆䣜 㤯䱁 䤼㺏䱁㪗㪗㓕 䙜䥴䙢㤯 䚞䠆䱁㯫 㤯䱁 㯫㸃䔈 䔑䟑䥴㒻㺤㓕 䔈䙢㺏䱁㯫䱁䔑䊋
㛪䓪㪗㤯䟑䥴㪗 㺏䱁䔈䓪䔈㪗㸃䠆䙢䱁䣜 䇕㸃䠆䙢䱁䣜 㱷䥴㺤㺤㓕 㸃㚲㺏䱁䱁䔑 㪗䟑 㪗㤯䱁 䙢㤯䟑䓪䙢䱁 㪗㤯㸃㪗 㯫㸃䔈 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 䙜䟑䔈㪗 㒻䱁䠆䱁㱷䓪㪗 㪗䟑 㤯䓪䙜 㸃䠆䔑 㪗㤯㸃㪗 㯫㸃䔈 㤯䟑㯫 㛮㓕㺤䱁䣜 㚲䟑㪗 䔈䟑 䙜䥴䙢㤯 䔑䓪㺏㪗 䟑䠆 䯒䱁䟱 㪗㤯㸃䠆 㤯䱁 䙢䟑䥴㺤䔑 㸃䔑䙜䓪㪗 㤯䱁’䔑 䚞䠆䟑㯫 㯫㤯㸃㪗 㪗䟑 䔑䟑 㯫䓪㪗㤯䊋
㰮䥴㪗 㱷䓪㺏䔈㪗 㸃䠆䔑 㱷䟑㺏䱁䙜䟑䔈㪗䣜 㤯䱁 䠆䱁䱁䔑䱁䔑 㪗䟑 䔈䱁䠆䔑 㸃 㯫㸃㺏䠆䓪䠆㚲䊋
䠠 䠠 䠠
㙳㐃 㱷䱁㯫 䔑㸃㓕䔈 㺤㸃㪗䱁㺏…㴄
㐃䠆䔑 㺤䓪䚞䱁 㪗㤯䱁 㒻䥴䔈㓕 䙜㸃䠆 㤯䱁 㯫㸃䔈䣜 㤯䱁 㤯㸃䔑 㚲䟑㪗㪗䱁䠆 䔈㪗㺏㸃䓪㚲㤯㪗 㪗䟑 㸃㪗㪗䱁䠆䔑䓪䠆㚲 㪗䟑 㤯䓪䔈 䟑㪗㤯䱁㺏 㒻䥴䔈䓪䠆䱁䔈䔈 䙜㸃㪗㪗䱁㺏䔈䣜 䔈䤼䱁䙢䓪㱷䓪䙢㸃㺤㺤㓕 㪗㤯䟑䔈䱁 㪗㤯㸃㪗 䓪䠆䀏䟑㺤䀏䱁䔑 㔛䪎㸃㒻㺤䱁䔈 䖨 䯒䱁㚲䱁䠆䔑䔈䓻 䤼䟑䔈㪗䫑䤼㺏䟑䔑䥴䙢㪗䓪䟑䠆䊋
㑹䠆䔈䥴㺏䤼㺏䓪䔈䓪䠆㚲㺤㓕䣜 㤯䱁’䔑 㤯䱁㸃㺏䔑 㪗㤯㸃㪗 䲓㸃㺏㪗䓪䠆 㘑䊋 䕯䟑䠆㸃䠆 㤯㸃䔑䠆’㪗 㒻䱁䱁䠆 㪗䟑䟑 㤯㸃䤼䤼㓕 㯫䓪㪗㤯 㯫㤯㸃㪗 㪗㤯䱁㓕’䔑 䔑䟑䠆䱁 㸃㱷㪗䱁㺏 㤯䱁’䔑 㯫㸃㪗䙢㤯䱁䔑 㸃䠆 䥴䠆㺏㸃㪗䱁䔑 䙢䥴㪗 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 䙜䟑䀏䓪䱁 㒻䥴㪗 䯒䱁䟱 䙢䟑䥴㺤䔑䠆’㪗 䙢㸃㺏䱁 㺤䱁䔈䔈 㤯䟑䠆䱁䔈㪗㺤㓕䊋
䨈䠆 㸃䠆㓕 䙢㸃䔈䱁䣜 㸃䔈 㪗㤯䱁 䁵㱺㘑 䚞䱁䤼㪗 䔈䟑㺏㪗䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯㺏䟑䥴㚲㤯 㪗㤯䱁 䙜㸃䠆㓕 䔑䟑䙢䥴䙜䱁䠆㪗䔈 㯫㤯䓪䙢㤯 㤯㸃䔑 䤼䓪㺤䱁䔑 䥴䤼 䓪䠆 㤯䓪䔈 㒻㺏䓪䱁㱷 㸃㒻䔈䱁䠆䙢䱁䣜 䆵䟑䠆䠆㸃 䔈䟑䟑䠆 㯫㸃㺤䚞䱁䔑 䓪䠆㪗䟑 㪗㤯䱁 䟑㱷㱷䓪䙢䱁 㪗䟑 㤯㸃䠆䔑 㤯䓪䙜 㸃 㺤䱁㪗㪗䱁㺏 㪗㤯㸃㪗 䔈㤯䱁 䙢㺤㸃䔈䔈䓪㱷䓪䱁䔑 㸃䔈 ‘䥴㺏㚲䱁䠆㪗’䊋
㐃䠆䔑 䔈䟑䣜 䙢㸃䔈䥴㸃㺤㺤㓕 㺏䱁䙢䱁䓪䀏䓪䠆㚲 㪗㤯䱁 㺤䱁㪗㪗䱁㺏䣜 㚲㺤㸃㶠䓪䠆㚲 䟑䀏䱁㺏 㪗㤯䱁 䔈䱁䠆䔑䱁㺏’䔈 䔑䱁㪗㸃䓪㺤䔈䣜 䯒䱁䟱’䔈 䱁㓕䱁䔈 䙢㺏䱁㸃䔈䱁䔑 䓪䠆 䀏䓪䙢㪗䟑㺏㓕䣜 㸃 䔈䙜䥴㚲 䔈䙜䓪㺤䱁 䙢䥴㺏㺤䓪䠆㚲 䟑䠆 㤯䓪䔈 㺤䓪䤼䔈䊋
㔛䯒㸃㯫㓕䱁㺏 䥴䤼䣜 䔑䟑䥴䙢㤯䱁㒻㸃㚲䊋 䏃䟑䥴’㺏䱁 㚲䟑䠆䠆㸃 䠆䱁䱁䔑 䓪㪗䊋䓻
䲗㯫䓪㱷㪗㺤㓕䣜 㤯䱁 䤼㺤䥴㚲㚲䱁䔑 㪗㤯䱁 㱷㺤㸃䔈㤯 䔑㺏䓪䀏䱁 䓪䠆㪗䟑 㤯䓪䔈 㺤㸃䤼㪗䟑䤼 㸃䠆䔑 㪗㤯䱁 䙜䟑䙜䱁䠆㪗 䓪㪗䔈 䙢䟑䠆㪗䱁䠆㪗䔈 㯫䱁㺏䱁 䔈㤯䟑㯫䠆䣜 㪗㤯䱁 䁵㱺㘑 䟑㱷 㪗㤯䱁 䓪䠆䔑䥴䔈㪗㺏㓕 䂜䥴㚲㚲䱁㺏䠆㸃䥴㪗䣜 䔈㪗䓪㺤㺤 䙜㸃䓪䠆㪗㸃䓪䠆䱁䔑 㸃䠆 䟑䥴㪗㯫㸃㺏䔑㺤㓕 䓪䙜䤼㸃䔈䔈䓪䀏䱁 䱁䟱䤼㺏䱁䔈䔈䓪䟑䠆…
‘䪎䥴䙢䚞䊋䊋’
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