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November 18, 2025 at 12:25 AM
childhood so traumatic bros mom has started repressing it too
“Black,” he answered. “You mind?”
Harper shook his head, smiling as Lysander lit up. “You are… both exactly what I had expected and nothing like I could have imagined.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Harper shook his head, smiling as Lysander lit up. “You are… both exactly what I had expected and nothing like I could have imagined.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
November 17, 2025 at 6:00 PM
“Black,” he answered. “You mind?”
Harper shook his head, smiling as Lysander lit up. “You are… both exactly what I had expected and nothing like I could have imagined.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Harper shook his head, smiling as Lysander lit up. “You are… both exactly what I had expected and nothing like I could have imagined.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Lysander wanted to refuse.
He knew conversations like this were a very careful game of tug-o-war though; Harper had conceded when he spoke first, if Lysander didn’t sit it could skew control of the situation in an unfavorable direction.
“Coffee?” Harper asked when Lysander took his seat.
He knew conversations like this were a very careful game of tug-o-war though; Harper had conceded when he spoke first, if Lysander didn’t sit it could skew control of the situation in an unfavorable direction.
“Coffee?” Harper asked when Lysander took his seat.
November 17, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Lysander wanted to refuse.
He knew conversations like this were a very careful game of tug-o-war though; Harper had conceded when he spoke first, if Lysander didn’t sit it could skew control of the situation in an unfavorable direction.
“Coffee?” Harper asked when Lysander took his seat.
He knew conversations like this were a very careful game of tug-o-war though; Harper had conceded when he spoke first, if Lysander didn’t sit it could skew control of the situation in an unfavorable direction.
“Coffee?” Harper asked when Lysander took his seat.
“Mr. Pickingill, please excuse my friend, he gets ahead of himself,” he apologized, walking around one of the couches and waving his hand at the other. “Come, let us sit. We have much to discuss, best to be comfortable while we do it.”
November 17, 2025 at 5:30 PM
“Mr. Pickingill, please excuse my friend, he gets ahead of himself,” he apologized, walking around one of the couches and waving his hand at the other. “Come, let us sit. We have much to discuss, best to be comfortable while we do it.”
Did they really think he would walk into the cage that quickly?
“I’m offended, Mr. Rosewood.” Offended that they thought he was so stupid, anyway.
Rosewood’s face didn’t change but Harper barked a loud laugh.
“I’m offended, Mr. Rosewood.” Offended that they thought he was so stupid, anyway.
Rosewood’s face didn’t change but Harper barked a loud laugh.
November 17, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Did they really think he would walk into the cage that quickly?
“I’m offended, Mr. Rosewood.” Offended that they thought he was so stupid, anyway.
Rosewood’s face didn’t change but Harper barked a loud laugh.
“I’m offended, Mr. Rosewood.” Offended that they thought he was so stupid, anyway.
Rosewood’s face didn’t change but Harper barked a loud laugh.
“The Wetherby family,” Rosewood spoke up, voice deep and dead serious. “You killed them.”
Stray strands of snowy white locks fell to one side as he tilted his head.
Stray strands of snowy white locks fell to one side as he tilted his head.
November 17, 2025 at 5:02 PM
“The Wetherby family,” Rosewood spoke up, voice deep and dead serious. “You killed them.”
Stray strands of snowy white locks fell to one side as he tilted his head.
Stray strands of snowy white locks fell to one side as he tilted his head.
They stood almost as far from each other as the room would allow, but something about them reminded him of himself and his brother.
When he said nothing, Harper continued. “You’ve been busy.”
“I’m always busy. What’s this about?”
When he said nothing, Harper continued. “You’ve been busy.”
“I’m always busy. What’s this about?”
November 17, 2025 at 4:45 PM
They stood almost as far from each other as the room would allow, but something about them reminded him of himself and his brother.
When he said nothing, Harper continued. “You’ve been busy.”
“I’m always busy. What’s this about?”
When he said nothing, Harper continued. “You’ve been busy.”
“I’m always busy. What’s this about?”
Lysander nodded. “I’m sure. And you are?”
The man grinned, as if that had been the exact response he’d expected. “Kane Harper. And this is my colleague, Andrew Rosewood,” he introduced, motioning to the light haired man across the room.
Rosewood gave him a nod.
The man grinned, as if that had been the exact response he’d expected. “Kane Harper. And this is my colleague, Andrew Rosewood,” he introduced, motioning to the light haired man across the room.
Rosewood gave him a nod.
November 17, 2025 at 4:30 PM
Lysander nodded. “I’m sure. And you are?”
The man grinned, as if that had been the exact response he’d expected. “Kane Harper. And this is my colleague, Andrew Rosewood,” he introduced, motioning to the light haired man across the room.
Rosewood gave him a nod.
The man grinned, as if that had been the exact response he’d expected. “Kane Harper. And this is my colleague, Andrew Rosewood,” he introduced, motioning to the light haired man across the room.
Rosewood gave him a nod.
It was one of the strangers that spoke first.
“Mr. Pickingill,” greeted the dark haired man, “You’re a bit late, I was worried you wouldn’t make it. We’ve been so eagerly anticipating getting to finally meet you in person.”
“Mr. Pickingill,” greeted the dark haired man, “You’re a bit late, I was worried you wouldn’t make it. We’ve been so eagerly anticipating getting to finally meet you in person.”
November 17, 2025 at 4:15 PM
It was one of the strangers that spoke first.
“Mr. Pickingill,” greeted the dark haired man, “You’re a bit late, I was worried you wouldn’t make it. We’ve been so eagerly anticipating getting to finally meet you in person.”
“Mr. Pickingill,” greeted the dark haired man, “You’re a bit late, I was worried you wouldn’t make it. We’ve been so eagerly anticipating getting to finally meet you in person.”
Stepping out of the way finally, he let Lysander pass, pulling the door closed behind him to leave him alone with the strangers.
Rather than greeting them, Lysander took a look around. It seemed to be part library and part sitting room.
Rather than greeting them, Lysander took a look around. It seemed to be part library and part sitting room.
November 17, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Stepping out of the way finally, he let Lysander pass, pulling the door closed behind him to leave him alone with the strangers.
Rather than greeting them, Lysander took a look around. It seemed to be part library and part sitting room.
Rather than greeting them, Lysander took a look around. It seemed to be part library and part sitting room.
Wordlessly he motioned for the man to lead the way.
The inside of the manor was as impressive as the outside, he could tell that much from the few glances he got around before the man had opened a heavy wooden door, bowing low to the occupants of the room.
The inside of the manor was as impressive as the outside, he could tell that much from the few glances he got around before the man had opened a heavy wooden door, bowing low to the occupants of the room.
November 17, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Wordlessly he motioned for the man to lead the way.
The inside of the manor was as impressive as the outside, he could tell that much from the few glances he got around before the man had opened a heavy wooden door, bowing low to the occupants of the room.
The inside of the manor was as impressive as the outside, he could tell that much from the few glances he got around before the man had opened a heavy wooden door, bowing low to the occupants of the room.
Lysander almost wondered if this was one of the men he was meeting with before he bowed his head and said, “Mr. Pickingill. Master Harper and Master Rosewood have been awaiting your arrival.”
𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
There it was again. The word itself seemed to shoot ice through scarred veins.
𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
There it was again. The word itself seemed to shoot ice through scarred veins.
November 17, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Lysander almost wondered if this was one of the men he was meeting with before he bowed his head and said, “Mr. Pickingill. Master Harper and Master Rosewood have been awaiting your arrival.”
𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
There it was again. The word itself seemed to shoot ice through scarred veins.
𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
There it was again. The word itself seemed to shoot ice through scarred veins.
The home was grand, well maintained, an air of old money surrounding the entire property.
When Lysander knocked on the front door it was answered by an older man, pressed suit modest but obviously expensive. His posture was stiff, clearly carrying himself with dignity.
When Lysander knocked on the front door it was answered by an older man, pressed suit modest but obviously expensive. His posture was stiff, clearly carrying himself with dignity.
November 17, 2025 at 3:15 PM
The home was grand, well maintained, an air of old money surrounding the entire property.
When Lysander knocked on the front door it was answered by an older man, pressed suit modest but obviously expensive. His posture was stiff, clearly carrying himself with dignity.
When Lysander knocked on the front door it was answered by an older man, pressed suit modest but obviously expensive. His posture was stiff, clearly carrying himself with dignity.
Lysander was late.
Strolling leisurely past the fountain in the front garden, it was already eight thirty, a half an hour past the meeting time designated on the invitation.
Reaching out, he crushed his cigarette butt against the granite edge of the fountain, tossing its remains into the water.
Strolling leisurely past the fountain in the front garden, it was already eight thirty, a half an hour past the meeting time designated on the invitation.
Reaching out, he crushed his cigarette butt against the granite edge of the fountain, tossing its remains into the water.
November 17, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Lysander was late.
Strolling leisurely past the fountain in the front garden, it was already eight thirty, a half an hour past the meeting time designated on the invitation.
Reaching out, he crushed his cigarette butt against the granite edge of the fountain, tossing its remains into the water.
Strolling leisurely past the fountain in the front garden, it was already eight thirty, a half an hour past the meeting time designated on the invitation.
Reaching out, he crushed his cigarette butt against the granite edge of the fountain, tossing its remains into the water.
“I guess I’ll just have to go find out for myself,” he sighed finally.
November 14, 2025 at 6:03 PM
“I guess I’ll just have to go find out for myself,” he sighed finally.
Lysander took a slow drag. It was probably his ninth or tenth cigarette since they had sat down.
There was a thump from the kitchen, Anatoly muttering something to himself in Russian. Lysander’s eyes stayed fixed on the door far longer than they needed to.
There was a thump from the kitchen, Anatoly muttering something to himself in Russian. Lysander’s eyes stayed fixed on the door far longer than they needed to.
November 14, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Lysander took a slow drag. It was probably his ninth or tenth cigarette since they had sat down.
There was a thump from the kitchen, Anatoly muttering something to himself in Russian. Lysander’s eyes stayed fixed on the door far longer than they needed to.
There was a thump from the kitchen, Anatoly muttering something to himself in Russian. Lysander’s eyes stayed fixed on the door far longer than they needed to.
“What I don’t like…” Ren began eventually, “is… they’re obviously singling you out. But why? You weren’t the only one there, you weren’t the only person to kill anyone that night, you didn’t handle the bodies or evidence after, that was all the cleanup team. So why are they only threatening you?”
November 14, 2025 at 5:30 PM
“What I don’t like…” Ren began eventually, “is… they’re obviously singling you out. But why? You weren’t the only one there, you weren’t the only person to kill anyone that night, you didn’t handle the bodies or evidence after, that was all the cleanup team. So why are they only threatening you?”
Letting them go was a decision Lysander had doubted the second he made it, but he’d been unable to make himself go back on his word.
It was rare that Lysander was kind, but when he was, he usually came to regret it.
It was rare that Lysander was kind, but when he was, he usually came to regret it.
November 14, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Letting them go was a decision Lysander had doubted the second he made it, but he’d been unable to make himself go back on his word.
It was rare that Lysander was kind, but when he was, he usually came to regret it.
It was rare that Lysander was kind, but when he was, he usually came to regret it.
It was like the letter had said; they intended to reach an agreement about something.
There was no doubt they had at the very least spoken to the Wetherby daughters. The claim they were ‘aware of the discussion’ they had had said that much.
There was no doubt they had at the very least spoken to the Wetherby daughters. The claim they were ‘aware of the discussion’ they had had said that much.
November 14, 2025 at 5:04 PM
It was like the letter had said; they intended to reach an agreement about something.
There was no doubt they had at the very least spoken to the Wetherby daughters. The claim they were ‘aware of the discussion’ they had had said that much.
There was no doubt they had at the very least spoken to the Wetherby daughters. The claim they were ‘aware of the discussion’ they had had said that much.
From what the scrawny valet-wannabe had said it seemed they’d made sure no one would ask any questions about what had happened, though that was clearly meant to be nothing but another card in their hand.
They weren’t truly trying to help the brothers.
They weren’t truly trying to help the brothers.
November 14, 2025 at 4:45 PM
From what the scrawny valet-wannabe had said it seemed they’d made sure no one would ask any questions about what had happened, though that was clearly meant to be nothing but another card in their hand.
They weren’t truly trying to help the brothers.
They weren’t truly trying to help the brothers.
He didn’t have to say anything for Lysander to know his brother was thinking all the same thoughts he was.
Whoever Harper and Rosewood were, they knew what they had done to the Wetherby’s.
Whoever Harper and Rosewood were, they knew what they had done to the Wetherby’s.
November 14, 2025 at 4:30 PM
He didn’t have to say anything for Lysander to know his brother was thinking all the same thoughts he was.
Whoever Harper and Rosewood were, they knew what they had done to the Wetherby’s.
Whoever Harper and Rosewood were, they knew what they had done to the Wetherby’s.
Settled beneath the scrawling signatures was a date, time, and address.
It was far from the city, past the hills and just outside of Del Sol Valley. He was to be there at eight p.m. in two days.
It was far from the city, past the hills and just outside of Del Sol Valley. He was to be there at eight p.m. in two days.
November 14, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Settled beneath the scrawling signatures was a date, time, and address.
It was far from the city, past the hills and just outside of Del Sol Valley. He was to be there at eight p.m. in two days.
It was far from the city, past the hills and just outside of Del Sol Valley. He was to be there at eight p.m. in two days.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.
𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴,
𝘈. 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘒. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳
𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴,
𝘈. 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘒. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳
November 14, 2025 at 4:02 PM
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.
𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴,
𝘈. 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘒. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳
𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴,
𝘈. 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘒. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳
𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘭,
𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.
𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.
November 14, 2025 at 3:45 PM
𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘭,
𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.
𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.