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“𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 - 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥” ― Sarah j Maas ________________________________________________________________________________________________ “𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯... 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴. '𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.' '𝘕𝘰,' 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭. '𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴.'... '𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮,' 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺... '𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴,' 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. '𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯. 𝘖𝘳, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵
