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𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷'𝓼 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝓻𝔂 ♡♡♡

❤ ✞ ❤ Rest in Heavenly Peace ❤ ✞ ❤

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𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღ ღ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღ 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღ

𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣤⡤⠤⢤⣤⣀⡀⠀⠐⠒⡄⠀⡠⠒⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⠤⠤⣤⣤⣤⡄ ⠈⠻⣿⡤⠤⡏⠀⠉⠙⠲⣄⠀⢰⢠⠃⢀⡤⠞⠋⠉⠈⢹⠤⢼⣿⠏⠀ ⠀⠀⠘⣿⡅⠓⢒⡤⠤⠀⡈⠱⣄⣼⡴⠋⡀⠀⠤⢤⡒⠓⢬⣿⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣯⣐⢷⣀⣀⢤⡥⢾⣿⠷⢥⠤⣀⣀⣞⣢⣽⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢙⣿⠝⠀⢁⠔⡨⡺⡿⡕⢔⠀⡈⠐⠹⣟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢼⣟⢦⢶⢅⠜⢰⠃⠀⢹⡌⢢⣸⠦⠴⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣇⡬⡌⢀⡟⠀⠀⠀⢷⠀⣧⢧⣵⣿⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⢻⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠄⠀⠀⠀

As my spirit left my body I could see all my children cradled in the arms of God ✨ I should ask for their forgiveness for aborting them.

ღ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღ

🩰🦢🤍🕊️🐇🐻‍❄️🐩

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ꕤ*.ﾟ♡┊𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪, 𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕪. 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪┊ ꕤ*.ﾟ♡

My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓🎈

❌🎡🎶 ❌🎡🎶

ᴳᴵᴿᴸ'ᔆ ᶠᴬᵀᴬᴸ ᶠᴬᴸᴸ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴾᴼᴼᴸ ᔆʸᴰᴺᴱʸ⸴ ‧ ᵀᵘᵉˢᵈᵃʸ‧ — ᴰᵒʳᵉᵉⁿ ᵂᵃᵗˢᶠᵒʳᵈ⸴ ¹²⸴ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵃᶜⁱᶠⁱᶜ ᴴⁱᵍʰʷᵃʸ⸴ ᴮᵉʳᵒʷʳᵃ⸴ ᶠᵉˡˡ ³⁰ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵃ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳᶠᵃˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᴮᵉʳᵒʷʳᵃ ᵗᵒ⁻ᵈᵃʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜˡⁱᵐᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵒˢˢ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ʳᵒᶜᵏˢ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵂᵃᵗᵉʳᶠᵃˡˡ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉˡˡ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ³⁰ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᶠᵒˡⁱᵃᵍᵉ ᵍʳᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵒᶜᵏˢ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵖⁱᵖᵉ‧ ᶠᵃᵗᵃˡ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᴰᵒʷⁿ ᴳᵒʳᵍᵉ — — — ^ — — — ᔆʸᵈⁿᵉʸ⸴ ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ²⁹‧— ᶠᵃᵗᵃˡ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳⁱᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴰᵒʳᵉᵉⁿ ᵂᵃᵗˢᶠᵒʳᵈ ⁽¹²⁾ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡ ³⁵ ᶠᵗ‧ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ᵍᵒʳᵍᵉ ᵃᵗ ᴮᵒʳᵒʷʳᵃ ᵗᵒ⁻ᵈᵃʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘˢⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒᵒᵗ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒʳᵍᵉ‧ ᴬ ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗʳᵉᵉ ᵖᵉⁿᵉᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ʲᵃʷ ʷᵃˢ ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ˢʰᵒʳᵗˡʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵐᵇᵘˡᵃⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵒʳⁿˢᵇʸ ᴴᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/102416085/doreen-watsford https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/206856573 https://newspaperarchive.com/broken-hill-barrier-miner-jun-30-1943-p-1/ Doreen June Watsford Doreen's barely a tweenager when she slipped near a rocky grotto by her cousins home. Doreen lost her footing balance on some unstable terrain crumbling down below with her. Doreen's lifetime was c. 193X-194X BURIAL Rookwood General Cemetery Rookwood, Cumberland Council, New South Wales, Australia PLOT Anglican Sect 15 grave 2539 MEMORIAL ID 102416085 ·

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ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ; ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᴾᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ? ᴹᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ? ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ¹⁹ˣˣ⁻? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ? ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧ ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ? ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ? ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ? ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧ ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ʷʰʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ‧ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ? ᴰᵒ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᵈᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ? ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ “ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ”‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ? ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ? ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴿᵉᵐⁿᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳʸᵉᵃʳ‧ ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱʳᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᴿᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˢᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ? ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ? ᴾʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᴰᵃᵛⁱᵉˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇⁱᵇˡⁱᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁽ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᶜʳᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ “ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᑫᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵍʳᵒˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧” ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ⸴ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃʳʸ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍʰᵒᵘˡⁱˢʰ ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴮᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ‧ ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᴬˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ‧

r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago chacde3 Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.” I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 min. ago InfamousInspector863 Her heart raced as the caller informed her that her date had died in a car crash earlier that evening. She turned slowly to face the person driving, realizing she was sitting next to a complete stranger.

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Cᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴏғ Pᴏᴅᴇ̌ʙʀᴀᴅʏ (11 Nᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 1449 – 8 Mᴀʀᴄʜ 1464) ᴡᴀs Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ Hᴜɴɢᴀʀʏ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪғᴇ ᴏғ Kɪɴɢ Mᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴀs Cᴏʀᴠɪɴᴜs. Cᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ Sɪᴅᴏɴɪᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀᴛ Pᴏᴅᴇ̌ʙʀᴀᴅʏ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Bᴏʜᴇᴍɪᴀɴ ᴋɪɴɢ Gᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴏғ Pᴏᴅᴇ̌ʙʀᴀᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡɪғᴇ, Kᴜɴɪɢᴜɴᴅᴇ ᴏғ Šᴛᴇʀɴʙᴇʀᴋ. Kᴜɴɪɢᴜɴᴅᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ. Gᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴏғ Pᴏᴅᴇ̌ʙʀᴀᴅʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ; ʜɪs sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪғᴇ, Jᴏᴀɴɴᴀ ᴏғ Rᴏᴢ̌ᴍɪᴛᴀ́ʟ, ʙᴏʀᴇ Gᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ Lᴜᴅᴍɪʟᴀ ᴏғ Pᴏᴅᴇ̌ʙʀᴀᴅʏ. Mᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴀs ᴡᴀs ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ, ʜɪs ʙʀɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ. Tʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ɴᴇɢᴏᴛɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ɪɴ 1458 ᴡʜᴇɴ Cᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴɪɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ. Sᴏᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, Cᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ Hᴜɴɢᴀʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ. Jᴀɴᴜs Pᴀɴɴᴏɴɪᴜs ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ Cᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ Lᴀᴛɪɴ. Tʜᴇ ᴏ̨ᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ 14. Tʜᴇ ᴏғғsᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. Tʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ Mᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴀs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴏғ sɪʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴇɢɪᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇɪʀ.

ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵈᵉ̌ᵇʳᵃᵈʸ ⁽¹¹ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁴⁴⁹ – ⁸ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ¹⁴⁶⁴⁾ ʷᵃˢ ᑫᵘᵉᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴴᵘⁿᵍᵃʳʸ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᴹᵃᵗᵗʰⁱᵃˢ ᶜᵒʳᵛⁱⁿᵘˢ‧ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʷⁱⁿ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᔆⁱᵈᵒⁿⁱᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵃᵗ ᴾᵒᵈᵉ̌ᵇʳᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵒʰᵉᵐⁱᵃⁿ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᴳᵉᵒʳᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵈᵉ̌ᵇʳᵃᵈʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵘⁿⁱᵍᵘⁿᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆ̌ᵗᵉʳⁿᵇᵉʳᵏ‧ ᴷᵘⁿⁱᵍᵘⁿᵈᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰ‧ ᴳᵉᵒʳᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵈᵉ̌ᵇʳᵃᵈʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵉᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴶᵒᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴿᵒᶻ̌ᵐⁱᵗᵃ́ˡ ᵇᵒʳᵉ ᴳᵉᵒʳᵍᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᴸᵘᵈᵐⁱˡᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵈᵉ̌ᵇʳᵃᵈʸ‧ ᴹᵃᵗᵗʰⁱᵃˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰⁱʳᵗᵉᵉⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵉᵈᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉᵍᵒᵗⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵍᵘⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁵⁸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿⁱⁿᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒˡᵈ‧ ᔆᵒᵒⁿ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴴᵘⁿᵍᵃʳʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉʷ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ‧ ᴶᵃⁿᵘˢ ᴾᵃⁿⁿᵒⁿⁱᵘˢ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵉ ᴸᵃᵗⁱⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᑫᵘᵉᵉⁿ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈᵇⁱʳᵗʰ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵉᵍⁿᵃⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ¹⁴‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉᵈ ᴹᵃᵗᵗʰⁱᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒˢᵉ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢⁱʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵉᵍⁱᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵉⁱʳ‧

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ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵀᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵀᵒᵘʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳⁱᶜʰ ʳᵉᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵃˣ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴾʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᶠ‧ ᴷᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ “ᴬ ⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡˢ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ‧” ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵍᵉⁿᵉᵃˡᵒᵍʸ⸴ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ⸴ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃˡˡ ʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴺᵒʷ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ‘ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ’ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿ ˡⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ ʷⁱⁿᵈʸ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿᵃˡ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ⸴ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒ⸴ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵈᵃᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ; ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴰᵃⁿ ᵂⁱˡˢᵒⁿ⠘ ᴵ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴬ ˡᵒᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵃˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵏⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴬˡᵒʸˢⁱᵘˢ⸴ ᴱᵈʷⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ⱽⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴺᵃᵗʰᵃⁿⁱᵃˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵗ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠᵃˢʰⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᴬˢ ᴵ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ‧ ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ? ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ? ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ⠘ ᴰᵉᵃʳ ᴮʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᴬᵘⁿᵗ⸴ ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵂⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼᵘʳ ᴮᵃᵇʸ – ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ‧ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ⸴ ʸᵉˢ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ‧ ᔆᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵃʸ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ⁵⁰ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ’ˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵉ ᵒʷᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃᵖᵖˡⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧

Remembering the 1977 Evansville Purple Aces Tuesday, December 13, 1977 was a cold, rainy evening in Evansville, Indiana. Fog was moving in in front of a cold front, and wind gusts whipped across the prairie. The University of Evansville Purple Aces, the men’s basketball team, was preparing to head to a game at Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. But the team had waited over three hours at the airport before their plane arrived. It had been delayed due to inclement weather. The players and their new coach, Bobby Watson, were excited and anticipating this game, thinking it could be the beginning of the holiday turn-around games they were expecting to win... With a 1 – 3 record going into this game, the Aces wanted to prove they had what it would take to bring home a victory, and that their young, optimistic coach was right – in their first season of Division 1 competition they planned to be a force to be reckoned with come spring. And the City of Evansville staunchly supported them! But at 7:22 p.m., on runway 18 at Evansville Dress Regional Airport, all hopes for the team and their coach ended. Within 90 seconds after takeoff, the twin-engine Douglas C-53 (DC-3) chartered to fly the team to Nashville, lost control and crashed in a nearby field. There were 29 people on board, all of whom lost their lives… The hometown basketball team was gone. The horror of the crash rebounded around the city, the state, the Midwest, and the country. The official accident report listed the probable cause of the crash as "An attempted take-off with the rudder and right aileron control locks installed, in combination with a rearward centre of gravity, which resulted in the aircraft's rotating to a nose-high attitude immediately after take-off, and entering the region of reversed command from which the pilot was unable to recover.” The report also stated that the passenger baggage had not been loaded correctly, creating an improper weight balance in the rear of the plane. Of those who were, 14 were members of the Purple Aces basketball team, along with Coach Bobby Watson. Also on board were three student managers, three UE officials, the team’s radio announcer, two fans, and four members of the flight crew, along with the president of the airline. No survivors of the team left, save for one member of the Purple Aces had not been injured. Freshman David Furr, who also served as the team’s statistician, had been sidelined due to an infirmity and was not on the plane that night.. But two-weeks later, Furr and his 16-year-old brother were in a car crash after being hit by a driver. By the end of 1977, all of the members of UE’s Purple Aces were gone. Remembering those who lost their lives in the crash: University of Evansville Coach Robert (Bobby) Watson Purple Aces Players Kevin Kingston, senior John Ed Washington, senior Tony Winburn, senior Steve Miller, junior Bryan Taylor, junior Keith Moon, sophomore Warren Alston, freshman Ray Comandella, freshman Mike Duff, freshman Kraig Heckendorn, freshman Michael Joyner, freshman Barney Lewis, freshman Greg Smith, freshman Mark Siegel, freshman Student Managers Jeff Bohnert Mark (Tank) Kirkpatrick Mark Kniese University of Evansville Officials Bob Hudson, athletic business manager Gregory Knipping, sports information director Charles Shike, comptroller Radio Announcer Marvin (Marv) Bates Fans and Boosters Charles Goad Maurice (Maury) King Flight Crew Members & Airline Representatives Ty Van Pham, pilot Gaston Ruiz, first officer Pam Smith, flight attendant James Stewart, president of National Jet Service, Inc. Bill Hartford, charter flight manager

20 OCTOBER 2010 VIA LoveGivesMeHope lovegivesmehope: givesmehope: My best friend died in a car accident on his way to deliver me soup for my cold. Found in the car was also a bouquet of flowers and a card that read: “We’ve been best friends for the last 5 years. Now, let’s be lovers for the next 50.” Unforgettable LGMH

I see the death of everyone I meet. (Written by JJX2525, from Reddit) SHARED JUN 05 I see the death of everyone I meet. Once, when I was in kindergarten, I got booted out of class for telling the new girl Abigail that she smelt bad̳. I remember it vividly – a bloody-burny-boozy smell that hit me the moment she came in. Abigail burst into tears and I got a stern lecture on telling lıes. But it wasn’t a lie. My little nose had leapt forward ten years into the future, where a teenage Abigail would drunkenly plough her parent’s Mitsubishi straight into the front of an oncoming bus. When we met again in middle school I smelt it a second time, along with the song she’d be playing on the radio – five seconds of a generic disco beat. The last thing she’d hear. I know it’s bad҉ to say, but I think there’s something sacred about it. There’s nothing more personal then someone’s last̀ moments of lífe. I try not to take it for granted. It’s hard, sometimes, though, especially once I got older and better at it. Along with smells came sounds, sights, and even feelings, though that last one was rare. In this day and age most people go to their dEath with pastel colours and blinking machines and a faint whiff of hand sanitizer, their brains too fizzled to know what’s about to happen. There are exceptions. Like Abigail, or my middle school gym teacher, who was going to dıe with a deafening bang in a rush of mad courage. I couldn’t hear a word of his opening lecture because my ears were still ringing. Suıcıde will do that to you. Have I ever told anyone? Of course not. Can you imagine? Even if they did believe me, which I doubt, it wouldn’t be long before curiosity got the better of them. They’d want to know what I saw in them. Which is fine for the heart attacks and the quietly-in-their-sleeps, but what do you say to a m√rder? And no you can’t change it, don’t ask me because I already tried, I already tried and you can’t beat the system. You just can’t. I already lost someone to that. Her name was Phoebe and she was in my History class at community college. It was a prettɥ small place and I knew most of the other kids there – except for her. We weren’t on speaking terms because every time she came within a few feet of me I got the urge to vom1t. It was motion sickness, but also something worse – fear. Hers was the worst fear I’d ever felt in another human being. I could hardly stand to be in the same room as her. I managed to avoid her for a couple months, until one day when she arrived late to class. She apologised and looked around, before striding to the back of the room and sitting beside me. There was nothıng I could do. I felt it all. The nausea, the terror, and a vision too, of me stuck fast in my seat as I hurdles headlong flaming out of the sky – the ocean rushing up towards me – screaming, then – Smack. Nothıng. When I came to she was glaring at me. ‘What is your problem?’ she whispered. ‘What?’ I asked, the uneasiness subsiding. ‘I don’t –‘ ‘If you don’t like̢ me then just say so. Quit pretending to be ıll all the time.’ ‘Huh?’ I sat up, trying to get a better look at her. We’d never been this close before. She was pretty. I hadn’t thought about how I must look to her, running away every time she got close. ‘I swear it’s not on purpose.’ I said. ‘I’m sick͞ a lot. It isn’t you.’ ‘Sure.’ she said, looking back towards the front of the front of the class. ‘Honestly.’ I said. ‘Let me – let me make it up to you.’ She raised her eyebrows. ‘Seriously?’ And that was the start of it. Within a month we were official. It was the happiest time of my life. The sicknesses didn’t go away, but it subsided after a couple minutes, and she stopped taking it personally after a while. Dashing to the bathroom became part of the routine on dates. We did everything together, all the couple things – movies, dinners, walks. It was my first serious relationship. I convinced myself that her dEath – whatever it was – was still years into the future. For a while, anyway. At the start of the summer she told me she was going to visit her grandparents out of state. ‘The flight’s on Monday. I won’t be gone much more than a week.’ ‘Flight?’ I repeated. ‘Yeah.” she replied. ‘Hey, what’s wrong with you?’ I convinced her to take a road trip. I can’t remember the exact excuse I gave. Some nonsense about expenses, life experience, our ‘carbon footprint’. How it took me that long to guess it could be a plane crash I’ll never know. I was in too deep, I guess. But whatever it was I said she must have seen I was serious. She rented a red mini from the local garage and, after we’d packed it up, I kissed her goodbye and said it was the right decision. ‘Okay.’ She laughed. ‘Weirdo.’ Straight after she left I got the urge to call her, but I told myself I was being overprotective. I worked for a few hours, then flopped down in front of the TV. I watched bad reality shows until I got bored, then flicked to the local news station just in time to see the breakıng story of a twelve car pile-up on a suspension bridge, when a truck driver dozing at the wheel had strayed out of his lane, clipping the corner of a passing car which swerved into another, triggering a chain of collisions which ended tragically when – some viewers may find this footage disturbing – a red mini was forced over the side, plummeting into the ocean beloɯ..

December 13, 1977, Evansville Aces players, coaches, supporters and flight crew boarded a chartered DC-3 plane to travel to Murfreesboro for a game against Middle Tennessee. Just one minute after taking off, at 7:22 p.m. crashed, tragically taking the lives of everyone onboard. The only member of the Purple Aces who did not die in the crash was 18-year-old freshman David Furr; he was out for the season with some infirmary and thus was not on the plane that day. Lucky break? Well… Davis Lee Furr, weeks after the plane crash, and his younger brother Byron were killed in a car accident near Newton, Illinois, leaving the entire 1977 Evansville team dead.

Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss..."

ᴬˡᵃⁿ ᴿᵃʸ ᴼʳᵗᵉᵍᵃ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ²⁶ ᴶᵃⁿ ¹⁹⁵³ ᵀᵒᵒᵉˡᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᵁᵗᵃʰ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ²⁶ ᴶᵃⁿ ¹⁹⁵³ ᵀᵒᵒᵉˡᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᵁᵗᵃʰ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᵀᵒᵒᵉˡᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᴬˡᵃⁿ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ˢʰᵒʳᵗˡʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘʳˢᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳʸ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ

The Never Ending Road. In Corona, California there once was a road known by most of the elder locals as the never ending road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. However, over 70 years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen or heard from again. The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate around the 1960’s. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at it's end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bødies of the victims still strapped to their seats. Law enforcement tried to cover up their findings. They closed down Lester road, letting the trees grow where the road once stood and letting the bødies remain in their final resting place.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago steelerb56 ᴴᴼᴿᴿᴼᴿ ˢᵀᴼᴿʸ. The doomsday preacher at my mom's church predicted the end in 2 months and I shook my head and chuckled. I totally forgot that was two months ago as the oncoming tractor trailer veered into my lane.

I'm 17 and recently lost my mom in a car accident. As I was rambling on and crying about how she wouldn't be there for my wedding or the birth of my children, my fiance lifted up my head and simply said, "Baby, don't worry. She'll have the perfect view." Sam, you GMH. June 24th, 2010, 12:29 AM

Just today, I found out the real reason of my parents’ deaths‎ when I was 10. When our car lost ıt's brakes and was going to crash, they tried to protect me at the last minute. Their bødies were found, covering me while I was non-conscious. Their never ending love truly GMH.

r/shortscarystories 13 hr. ago S_G_Woodhouse I think I'm losing my head I was driving home after a long day at work. I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was at home having dinner with my wife and 2 daughters. "What's wrong honey" she asked me. "I don't know. I just feel like I've forgotten something" I replied, confused. Forgot something? It was much worse than that, I had no memory of going home. I reassured her and spent the rest of the evening as normal, re-watching one of my favorite movies. Eventually, I dozed off. I dreamt strange things. I saw myself, having a picnic with my parents. Except they weren't smiling and happy like I remembered them. Instead, they were sitting on the picnic blanket, staring into space, their faces closed and expressionless. No matter how much I shouted at them in my daze, I couldn't see any life left in them; it was as if they were there, without being there. Detached. I woke up in my bed, alone. I looked all over the house, but not only was my wife gone, so were my children. My cell phone line was dead, no service. I went outside to get my car and drive to work, thinking I'd try to call my wife a little later. There was no one on the road but me. It was as if the whole Earth had emptied out. I'd dismissed my detachment last night, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind. I was lost. I decided to go to my work to see if anyone was still in town, if a national evacuation drill was underway and could explain everything. Once there, I rushed back into the building, hoping to find someone who could explain what was going on. And when I opened the door, I was relieved to see that all my colleagues were there. At last, I could find out what was going on. I walked over to a colleague who over the years had become my best friend. "Hey, what's going on? My family's disappeared and there's nobody left in town," I asked him. He didn't answer. I stepped forward to face him, and discovered to my horror that his face and expression were detached exactly the same as my parents' in my dream. It couldn't be, was I trapped in a nightmare? I tried to talk to everyone, but they were all in the same state. My head hurt, my eyes hurt. I saw lights, and sounds filled my ears even though there was nothing here. Nothing alive. My vision began to narrow. Sounds began to blend together. Blackness. Emptiness. And finally, words I didn't have time to understand came to me for the last time. "The driver is dead, his head was torn off by the impact."

Tʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-Tʀᴇᴀᴛ /sʜᴏʀᴛsᴄᴀʀʏsᴛᴏʀɪᴇs GᴜʏAᴡᴋs Tʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-Tʀᴇᴀᴛ “Is ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, Jᴀɴᴇᴛ? Yᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏɴ Eᴅᴅʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ!” Mʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴍs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʙᴡᴇʙs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴ’s ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴀ ᴏғ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴏᴏᴛs, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇʀs. “Yᴇs” I ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀʀ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ. “Mʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ.” “Oʜ ɪᴛ’s sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪᴅs ᴅᴏᴏʀ-ᴛᴏ-ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋs. Lɪғᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛɪɴɢ.” Eᴅᴅʏ ʙᴏʙs ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇ. Eᴀɢᴇʀ, ʜᴇ sᴇᴛs ᴏғғ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴏᴋɪʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ʟɪɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ. “Tʜɪs ᴅᴏᴇs sᴇᴇᴍ ғᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs, Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ” I ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ sʜᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇs. “Bᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ sᴀғᴇ ɪs ᴛʜɪs? Wɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs’ ᴄᴀʀs…” “Hᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴍᴜᴄʜ sᴀғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ- ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ!” sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇs ᴍᴇ. Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, I ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴏᴏᴛ sʟᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ sʜᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ. Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ SUV ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʏ. Eᴅᴅʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ. “Hᴇʏ!” I sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ sᴘɪɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ I’ᴍ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ SUV ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs ᴇʀʀᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴜs. Aᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʙᴇɢɪɴ sʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴠᴀɴ ᴀs ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ. “Is ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ?!” Aᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴏs, I ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ Eᴅᴅʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. I ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʜᴜɢ. “Aʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ—ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ” ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜʟʏ. I sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɴ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. Iᴛ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍʏ sᴏɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀs ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs. Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs sᴍᴀsʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛs.

To St Charitina ~ Thou didst arm thy soul with faith and knowledge and put the enemy to open shame. Thou didst stand before Christ in a robe dyed with thy blood and art now rejoicing with the Angels. Pray for us, Martyr Charitina.

Prayer Before a Dance or Party: Dear Saint Maria Goretti! The world teaches that we must please others in order to be popular. Conscience demands that I please God more than one who asks an evil thing in the name of false love. Teach me by your example to instill into others a real respect for modesty and purity. Through your powerful intercession, help me to make of this evening an occasion for helping others to become spiritually stronger. Grant that others may see in me reason to change their ways, if that be necessary, and that I may have the courage to resist any temptation to sinful conduct. Let others be led closer to Jesus and Mary by my example. Oh Little Saint who wanted to be popular only with your Divine Master and His Blessed Mother, help me to imitate you. Amen. *Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be to the Father, etc.* St. Maria Goretti, pray for us!

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ²² ᴺᵒᵛ ²⁰⁰ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᶜⁱᵗᵗᵃ̀ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖᵒˡⁱᵗᵃⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴿᵒᵐᵃ ᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃˡᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ²² ᴺᵒᵛ ²³⁰ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ³⁰⁾ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᶜⁱᵗᵗᵃ̀ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖᵒˡⁱᵗᵃⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴿᵒᵐᵃ ᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃˡᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᵀʳᵃˢᵗᵉᵛᵉʳᵉ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᶜⁱᵗᵗᵃ̀ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖᵒˡⁱᵗᵃⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴿᵒᵐᵃ ᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃˡᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴾᴸᴼᵀ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃˡᵗᵃʳ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳ‧ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳˢ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ²ⁿᵈ ᵒʳ ³ʳᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴬ‧ᴰ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁵ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ⁿᵒᵇˡᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ ʷʰᵒ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ⸴ ᵛᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᴳᵒᵈ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃʳʳʸ ᔆᵗ‧ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿˡʸ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˢʰ ⁱᶠ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ‧ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᵁʳᵇᵃⁿ‧ ᴼⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʸ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᴮᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ⸴ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ ˢᵃʷ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᶠᵘˡ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ'ˢ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆᵗ‧ ᵀⁱᵇᵘʳᵗⁱᵘˢ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵃʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵐᵉⁿ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵒʳ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵒʳ ᵀᵘʳᶜⁱᵘˢ ᴬˡᵐᵃᶜʰⁱᵘˢ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ʰᵉʳ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ˢᵗʳⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ ᵇʸ ᵃ ˢʷᵒʳᵈ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉʳ ʳᵃⁿ ᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁵ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ‧ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗᵃᶜᵒᵐᵇˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃˡⁱˣᵗᵘˢ‧ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾᵃˢᶜʰᵃˡ ᴵ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ⁸²¹ ᴬ‧ᴰ‧⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶜʳʸᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ‧ ᴵᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²²‧

⚜️ 🖋 ⚜️ / 🖋 ⚜️ 🖋 / ⚜️ 🖋 ⚜️

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮᵉᵍᵃ/ᴮᵉᵉ/ᴮᵉᵍᵍᵃ/ᴮᵉᵍʰ ⁻ ᵃᵇᵇᵉˢˢ ⁷ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ⁶ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ʳᵒʸᵃˡᵗʸ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵃʳʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴺᵒʳʷᵃʸ‧ ᴮᵉᵍᵃ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᵉ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᵒʳᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵃʸˢ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵃˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʸ ʳⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᶜˡᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜʰᵒʳᵉˢˢ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˡᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇⁱʳᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵒᵈˢ‧ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴼˢʷᵃˡᵈ ᵒᶠ ᴺᵒʳᵗʰᵘᵐᵇʳⁱᵃ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵖᵉˡ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʰⁱᵍʰʷᵃʸᵐᵉⁿ⸴ ᶜᵒⁿᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ ˢᵃᶠᵉᵗʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉⁱˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴬⁱᵈᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴸⁱⁿᵈᵉˢᶠᵃʳⁿᵉ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ‧ ᴬᵇᵇᵉˢˢ‧ ᴷⁿᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵒˢⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵖᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵇᵉʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ⁷ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ᴿʰʸᵐᵉˢ⠘ ⁻ɛˡⁱ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁱˢ ᵃ ˢᵘʳⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂᵉˡˡ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢᵃᵏᵉˢ‧‧ ⁻ᴳⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃʳˡᵒ "ᴳᵃᵗᵒ" ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ᴾᵉˡˡᵉᶜʰⁱᵃ ⁽ᵇᵒʳⁿ ¹⁰ ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹⁹⁸¹ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃʳᵃᶜᵃˢ⁾ ⁱˢ ᵃ ⱽᵉⁿᵉᶻᵘᵉˡᵃⁿ ʳᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉʳ‧ ⁻ᴬˡᵉˢˢᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ⸴ ᴼᶠᴹ ᶜᵃᵖ‧ ⁽² ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ¹⁸⁸² – ⁶ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁹⁷⁰⁾ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᴹᵃʸ ⁵⸴ ¹⁹⁶¹ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗᵗⁱ ᴾʰᵒⁿᵉᵗⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ᔆᵉʳⁱⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᶜᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡʸ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿⁱˡˡˡᵃ ⁷⁴ ᔆᵉ́ʳᵉ́ⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ⁶⁷ ᶻᵃʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁶⁷

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁹⁹ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ²²² ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹²²–¹²³⁾ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉʳᵘˢᵃˡᵉᵐ ⁽ᵈ‧ ᶜᵃ‧ ²²² ᴬᴰ⁾ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵖᵃᵗʳⁱᵃʳᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉʳᵘˢᵃˡᵉᵐ‧ ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ²⁹⸴ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᴬᵘᵍᵘˢᵗ ⁷‧ ᴼᶠ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿ⸴ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵒˡᵈˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ⁸⁰ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱʳᵗⁱᵉᵗʰ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉʳᵘˢᵃˡᵉᵐ‧ ᴬˡᵉˣᵃⁿᵈᵉʳ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ᶜᵒᵃᵈʲᵘᵗᵒʳ⸴ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ²¹² ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ¹¹⁶‧ᴮᵒʳⁿ ~⁹⁹ ᴬᴰ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ~²²² ᴬᴰ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ²⁹ ᴬᵗᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗᵉˢ ᴰᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵗʰⁱˢᵗˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵇˡᵒˢˢᵒᵐ; ᵖⁱᵗᶜʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ʰⁱᵐ; ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ᵈᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵃʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡˡⁱˢᵃ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ⁶ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴹᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃˢᵗᵉˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵘˡⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ¹⸴⁰⁰⁰! ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱˢˢᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˢⁱᶜᵏ ʷᵒᵐᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᴶᵘˡⁱᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᴬʳᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˡᵃ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ⁽¹⁴⁶⁰ – ²⁵ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁴⁹⁴⁾ ⁻ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵃˢ ᴱˡᵉᵃⁿᵒʳᵃ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ⁻ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᴵᵗᵃˡⁱᵃⁿ ᶜᵃʳᵐᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ᴼʳᵈᵉʳ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾⁱᵘˢ ᴵˣ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᴬʳᶜᵃⁿᵍᵉˡᵃ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁶⁴‧ ᴱˡᵉᵃⁿᵒʳᵃ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁶⁰ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ⁿᵒᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵒᶠ ᵀʳⁱⁿᵒ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵘᶜʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃᵛᵒʸ‧ ᴴᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵉⁿᵉᵈⁱᶜᵗⁱⁿᵉˢ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᴮᵉⁿᵉᵈⁱᶜᵗⁱⁿᵉ ⁿᵘⁿ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵇᵉʸ⸴ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒʳˢᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳᵖʳᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃ ˢⁱᵍⁿ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵐᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ⁿᵘⁿ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵃʳᵐᵃ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴬʳᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˡᵃ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁷⁸‧ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱᵒʳᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᶜᵃʳᵐᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴹᵃⁿᵗᵘᵃ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐʸˢᵗⁱᶜ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒˢᵗ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᵀʳⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱᶠᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵉᶜˢᵗᵃˢⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ⸴ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵉᵛⁱᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᵂⁱᵈᵉˢᵖʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒˢᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁹⁴‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁶⁴ ᵇʸ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾⁱᵘˢ ᴵˣ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ¹³ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁶⁰ ᵀʳⁱⁿᵒ⸴ ᴰᵘᶜʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃᵛᵒʸ⸴ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴱᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ²⁵ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁴⁹⁴ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ³³⁾ ᴹᵃⁿᵗᵘᵃ⸴ ᴰᵘᶜʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ⸴ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴱᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᴮᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁶⁴⸴ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵉᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ᴾᵃᵖᵃˡ ᔆᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵇʸ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾⁱᵘˢ ᴵˣ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴰᵃʸ ᵒⁿ ¹³ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ᴬᵗᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗᵉˢ ᴿᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ʰᵃᵇⁱᵗ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴿᵘᵍᵍᵉʳᵒ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵉ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ³⁰ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴾⁱᵒᵘˢ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ‧ ᴰᵉᵃᶜᵒⁿ‧ ᴿᵉˡᵘᶜᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉ ³⁰‧ ᴸᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃᵍˡᵉ ᶠˡᵉʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵉˡᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᵐⁱᵈ ¹¹ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ³⁰ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹¹²⁹; ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ; ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴮᵃʳˡᵉᵗᵗᵃ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ¹³ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᴮᵃʳˡᵉᵗᵗᵃ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ; ᵃʳᶜʰᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵀʳᵃⁿⁱ⁻ᴮᵃʳˡᵉᵗᵗᵃ⁻ᴮⁱˢᶜᵉᵍˡⁱᵉ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴿᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶜʳᵒˢⁱᵉʳ; ᵉᵃᵍˡᵉ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴳᵉʳᵐᵃⁿᵘˢ ᴬˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᴳᵉʳᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᴶᵃʳᵐᵃⁿ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ³ ᴶᵘˡʸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁴⁷⁴ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴺᵉᵖʰᵉʷ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ ᴹⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵃʳʸ ᵐᵒⁿᵏ ⁱⁿ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ᵂᵃˡᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴮʳⁱᵗᵗᵃⁿʸ‧ ᴮⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵˢˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵃⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵃˡ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

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1. S𝜏 Ƥҽ𝜏ҽɾ ҽɳ𝓬σᥙɾαցҽട Cԋɾιട𝜏ιαɳട 𝜏σ ßҽ αɬɯαყട ɾҽαԃყ 𝜏σ ցιʋҽ αɳ α𝓬𝓬σᥙɳ𝜏 σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ԋσρҽ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 ιട ιɳ 𝜏ԋҽ𝓶 (𝓬⨍. 1 ᑭҽ𝜏 3:15-16). ㆜ԋιട ԃσ𝓬ᥙ𝓶ҽɳ𝜏 ԃҽαɬട ɯι𝜏ԋ 𝜏ԋҽ ԋσρҽ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 Cԋɾιട𝜏ιαɳട 𝓬αɳ ԋαʋҽ ⨍σɾ 𝜏ԋҽ ടαɬʋα𝜏ισɳ σ⨍ ᥙɳßαρ𝜏ιടҽԃ ιɳ⨍αɳ𝜏ട ɯԋσ ԃιҽ. ｴ𝜏 ιɳԃι𝓬α𝜏ҽട ԋσɯ ടᥙ𝓬ԋ α ԋσρҽ ԋαട ԃҽʋҽɬσρҽԃ ιɳ ɾҽ𝓬ҽɳ𝜏 ԃҽ𝓬αԃҽട αɳԃ ɯԋα𝜏 ι𝜏ട ցɾσᥙɳԃട αɾҽ, ടσ αട 𝜏σ ҽɳαßɬҽ αɳ α𝓬𝓬σᥙɳ𝜏 σ⨍ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 ԋσρҽ 𝜏σ ßҽ ցιʋҽɳ. ㆜ԋσᥙցԋ α𝜏 ⨍ιɾട𝜏 ടιցԋ𝜏 𝜏ԋιട 𝜏σρι𝓬 𝓶αყ ടҽҽ𝓶 𝜏σ ßҽ ρҽɾιρԋҽɾαɬ 𝜏σ 𝜏ԋҽσɬσցι𝓬αɬ 𝓬σɳ𝓬ҽɾɳട, գᥙҽട𝜏ισɳട σ⨍ ցɾҽα𝜏 ԃҽρ𝜏ԋ αɳԃ 𝓬σ𝓶ρɬҽχι𝜏ყ αɾҽ ιɳʋσɬʋҽԃ ιɳ ι𝜏ട ρɾσρҽɾ ҽχρɬι𝓬α𝜏ισɳ, αɳԃ ടᥙ𝓬ԋ αɳ ҽχρɬι𝓬α𝜏ισɳ ιട 𝓬αɬɬҽԃ ⨍σɾ 𝜏σԃαყ ßყ ρɾҽടടιɳց ραട𝜏σɾαɬ ɳҽҽԃട. 2. ｴɳ 𝜏ԋҽടҽ 𝜏ι𝓶ҽട, 𝜏ԋҽ ɳᥙ𝓶ßҽɾ σ⨍ ιɳ⨍αɳ𝜏ട ɯԋσ ԃιҽ ᥙɳßαρ𝜏ιടҽԃ ιട ցɾσɯιɳց ցɾҽα𝜏ɬყ. ㆜ԋιട ιട ραɾ𝜏ɬყ ßҽ𝓬αᥙടҽ σ⨍ ραɾҽɳ𝜏ട, ιɳ⨍ɬᥙҽɳ𝓬ҽԃ ßყ 𝓬ᥙɬ𝜏ᥙɾαɬ ɾҽɬα𝜏ιʋιട𝓶 αɳԃ ɾҽɬιցισᥙട ρɬᥙɾαɬιട𝓶, ɯԋσ αɾҽ ɳσɳ-ρɾα𝓬𝜏ιടιɳց, ßᥙ𝜏 ι𝜏 ιട αɬടσ ραɾ𝜏ɬყ α 𝓬σɳടҽգᥙҽɳ𝓬ҽ σ⨍ ιɳ ʋι𝜏ɾσ ⨍ҽɾ𝜏ιɬιടα𝜏ισɳ αɳԃ αßσɾ𝜏ισɳ. Gιʋҽɳ 𝜏ԋҽടҽ ԃҽʋҽɬσρ𝓶ҽɳ𝜏ട, 𝜏ԋҽ գᥙҽട𝜏ισɳ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ԃҽട𝜏ιɳყ σ⨍ ടᥙ𝓬ԋ ιɳ⨍αɳ𝜏ട ιട ɾαιടҽԃ ɯι𝜏ԋ ɳҽɯ ᥙɾցҽɳ𝓬ყ. ｴɳ ടᥙ𝓬ԋ α ടι𝜏ᥙα𝜏ισɳ, 𝜏ԋҽ ɯαყട ßყ ɯԋι𝓬ԋ ടαɬʋα𝜏ισɳ 𝓶αყ ßҽ α𝓬ԋιҽʋҽԃ αρρҽαɾ ҽʋҽɾ 𝓶σɾҽ 𝓬σ𝓶ρɬҽχ αɳԃ ρɾσßɬҽ𝓶α𝜏ι𝓬. ㆜ԋҽ Cԋᥙɾ𝓬ԋ , ⨍αι𝜏ԋ⨍ᥙɬ ցᥙαɾԃιαɳ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ɯαყ σ⨍ ടαɬʋα𝜏ισɳ, ƙɳσɯട 𝜏ԋα𝜏 ടαɬʋα𝜏ισɳ 𝓬αɳ ßҽ α𝓬ԋιҽʋҽԃ σɳɬყ ιɳ Cԋɾιട𝜏, ßყ 𝜏ԋҽ Ԋσɬყ Sριɾι𝜏. Уҽ𝜏, αട 𝓶σ𝜏ԋҽɾ αɳԃ 𝜏ҽα𝓬ԋҽɾ, ടԋҽ 𝓬αɳɳσ𝜏 ⨍αιɬ 𝜏σ ɾҽ⨍ɬҽ𝓬𝜏 σɳ 𝜏ԋҽ ԃҽട𝜏ιɳყ σ⨍ αɬɬ ԋᥙ𝓶αɳ ßҽιɳցട, 𝓬ɾҽα𝜏ҽԃ ιɳ 𝜏ԋҽ ι𝓶αցҽ σ⨍ Gσԃ, αɳԃ ҽടρҽ𝓬ιαɬɬყ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ɯҽαƙҽട𝜏. ẞҽιɳց ҽɳԃσɯҽԃ ɯι𝜏ԋ ɾҽαടσɳ, 𝓬σɳട𝓬ιҽɳ𝓬ҽ αɳԃ ⨍ɾҽҽԃσ𝓶, αԃᥙɬ𝜏ട αɾҽ ɾҽടρσɳടιßɬҽ ⨍σɾ 𝜏ԋҽιɾ σɯɳ ԃҽട𝜏ιɳყ ιɳ ടσ ⨍αɾ αട 𝜏ԋҽყ α𝓬𝓬ҽρ𝜏 σɾ ɾҽʝҽ𝓬𝜏 Gσԃ’ട ցɾα𝓬ҽ. ｴɳ⨍αɳ𝜏ട, ԋσɯҽʋҽɾ, ɯԋσ ԃσ ɳσ𝜏 ყҽ𝜏 ԋαʋҽ 𝜏ԋҽ ᥙടҽ σ⨍ ɾҽαടσɳ, 𝓬σɳട𝓬ιҽɳ𝓬ҽ αɳԃ ⨍ɾҽҽԃσ𝓶, 𝓬αɳɳσ𝜏 ԃҽ𝓬ιԃҽ ⨍σɾ 𝜏ԋҽ𝓶ടҽɬʋҽട. ᑭαɾҽɳ𝜏ട ҽχρҽɾιҽɳ𝓬ҽ ցɾҽα𝜏 ցɾιҽ⨍ αɳԃ ⨍ҽҽɬιɳցട σ⨍ ցᥙιɬ𝜏 ɯԋҽɳ 𝜏ԋҽყ ԃσ ɳσ𝜏 ԋαʋҽ 𝜏ԋҽ 𝓶σɾαɬ αടടᥙɾαɳ𝓬ҽ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ടαɬʋα𝜏ισɳ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽιɾ 𝓬ԋιɬԃɾҽɳ, αɳԃ ρҽσρɬҽ ⨍ιɳԃ ι𝜏 ιɳ𝓬ɾҽαടιɳցɬყ ԃι⨍⨍ι𝓬ᥙɬ𝜏 𝜏σ α𝓬𝓬ҽρ𝜏 𝜏ԋα𝜏 Gσԃ ιട ʝᥙട𝜏 αɳԃ 𝓶ҽɾ𝓬ι⨍ᥙɬ ι⨍ ԋҽ ҽχ𝓬ɬᥙԃҽട ιɳ⨍αɳ𝜏ട, ɯԋσ ԋαʋҽ ɳσ ρҽɾടσɳαɬ ടιɳട, ⨍ɾσ𝓶 ҽ𝜏ҽɾɳαɬ ԋαρριɳҽടട, ɯԋҽ𝜏ԋҽɾ 𝜏ԋҽყ αɾҽ Cԋɾιട𝜏ιαɳ σɾ ɳσɳ-Cԋɾιട𝜏ιαɳ. Ƒɾσ𝓶 α 𝜏ԋҽσɬσցι𝓬αɬ ρσιɳ𝜏 σ⨍ ʋιҽɯ, 𝜏ԋҽ ԃҽʋҽɬσρ𝓶ҽɳ𝜏 σ⨍ α 𝜏ԋҽσɬσցყ σ⨍ ԋσρҽ αɳԃ αɳ ҽ𝓬𝓬ɬҽടισɬσցყ σ⨍ 𝓬σ𝓶𝓶ᥙɳισɳ, 𝜏σցҽ𝜏ԋҽɾ ɯι𝜏ԋ α ɾҽ𝓬σցɳι𝜏ισɳ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ցɾҽα𝜏ɳҽടട σ⨍ ԃιʋιɳҽ 𝓶ҽɾ𝓬ყ, 𝓬ԋαɬɬҽɳցҽ αɳ ᥙɳԃᥙɬყ ɾҽട𝜏ɾι𝓬𝜏ιʋҽ ʋιҽɯ σ⨍ ടαɬʋα𝜏ισɳ. ｴɳ ⨍α𝓬𝜏, 𝜏ԋҽ ᥙɳιʋҽɾടαɬ ടαɬʋι⨍ι𝓬 ɯιɬɬ σ⨍ Gσԃ αɳԃ 𝜏ԋҽ 𝓬σɾɾҽടρσɳԃιɳցɬყ ᥙɳιʋҽɾടαɬ 𝓶ҽԃια𝜏ισɳ σ⨍ Cԋɾιട𝜏 𝓶ҽαɳ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 αɬɬ 𝜏ԋҽσɬσցι𝓬αɬ ɳσ𝜏ισɳട 𝜏ԋα𝜏 ᥙɬ𝜏ι𝓶α𝜏ҽɬყ 𝓬αɬɬ ιɳ 𝜏σ գᥙҽട𝜏ισɳ 𝜏ԋҽ ʋҽɾყ σ𝓶ɳιρσ𝜏ҽɳ𝓬ҽ σ⨍ Gσԃ, αɳԃ ԋιട 𝓶ҽɾ𝓬ყ ιɳ ραɾ𝜏ι𝓬ᥙɬαɾ, αɾҽ ιɳαԃҽգᥙα𝜏ҽ. 3. ㆜ԋҽ ιԃҽα σ⨍ Ⳑι𝓶ßσ, ɯԋι𝓬ԋ 𝜏ԋҽ Cԋᥙɾ𝓬ԋ ԋαട ᥙടҽԃ ⨍σɾ 𝓶αɳყ 𝓬ҽɳ𝜏ᥙɾιҽട 𝜏σ ԃҽടιցɳα𝜏ҽ 𝜏ԋҽ ԃҽട𝜏ιɳყ σ⨍ ιɳ⨍αɳ𝜏ട ɯԋσ ԃιҽ ɯι𝜏ԋσᥙ𝜏 ẞαρ𝜏ιട𝓶, ԋαട ɳσ 𝓬ɬҽαɾ ⨍σᥙɳԃα𝜏ισɳ ιɳ ɾҽʋҽɬα𝜏ισɳ ҽʋҽɳ 𝜏ԋσᥙցԋ ι𝜏 ԋαട ɬσɳց ßҽҽɳ ᥙടҽԃ ιɳ 𝜏ɾαԃι𝜏ισɳαɬ 𝜏ԋҽσɬσցι𝓬αɬ 𝜏ҽα𝓬ԋιɳց. ᙏσɾҽσʋҽɾ, 𝜏ԋҽ ɳσ𝜏ισɳ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 ιɳ⨍αɳ𝜏ട ɯԋσ ԃιҽ ɯι𝜏ԋσᥙ𝜏 ẞαρ𝜏ιട𝓶 αɾҽ ԃҽρɾιʋҽԃ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ßҽα𝜏ι⨍ι𝓬 ʋιടισɳ ɯԋι𝓬ԋ ԋαട ⨍σɾ ടσ ɬσɳց ßҽҽɳ ɾҽցαɾԃҽԃ αട 𝜏ԋҽ 𝓬σ𝓶𝓶σɳ ԃσ𝓬𝜏ɾιɳҽ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ Cԋᥙɾ𝓬ԋ, ցιʋҽട ɾιടҽ 𝜏σ ɳᥙ𝓶ҽɾσᥙട ραട𝜏σɾαɬ ρɾσßɬҽ𝓶ട, ടσ 𝓶ᥙ𝓬ԋ ടσ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 𝓶αɳყ ραട𝜏σɾട σ⨍ ടσᥙɬട ԋαʋҽ αടƙҽԃ ⨍σɾ α ԃҽҽρҽɾ ɾҽ⨍ɬҽ𝓬𝜏ισɳ σɳ 𝜏ԋҽ ɯαყട σ⨍ ടαɬʋα𝜏ισɳ. ㆜ԋҽ ɳҽ𝓬ҽടടαɾყ ɾҽ𝓬σɳടιԃҽɾα𝜏ισɳ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ 𝜏ԋҽσɬσցι𝓬αɬ ιടടᥙҽട 𝓬αɳɳσ𝜏 ιցɳσɾҽ 𝜏ԋҽ 𝜏ɾαցι𝓬 𝓬σɳടҽգᥙҽɳ𝓬ҽട σ⨍ σɾιցιɳαɬ ടιɳ. Oɾιցιɳαɬ ടιɳ ι𝓶ρɬιҽട α ട𝜏α𝜏ҽ σ⨍ ടҽραɾα𝜏ισɳ ⨍ɾσ𝓶 Cԋɾιട𝜏, αɳԃ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 ҽχ𝓬ɬᥙԃҽട 𝜏ԋҽ ρσടടιßιɬι𝜏ყ σ⨍ 𝜏ԋҽ ʋιടισɳ σ⨍ Gσԃ ⨍σɾ 𝜏ԋσടҽ ɯԋσ ԃιҽ ιɳ 𝜏ԋα𝜏 ട𝜏α𝜏ҽ.

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴬᵈʳⁱᵃⁿ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ⁵ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ³⁰⁸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᵀʳᵃᵛᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴮᵃᵗᵃⁿᵉᵃ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᵉˢᵃʳᵉᵃ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵃˡᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵉ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱⁿⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵇᵘˡᵘˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵒʳ ᶠⁱʳᵐⁱˡⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵘˢᵗᵃ ᔆⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴿᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿᵃ‧ ᴬ ʷᵉᵃˡᵗʰʸ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵐᵉʳ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘʳᶜʰᵃˢᵉ ᵃ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰᵉⁿʷᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵖʳⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵗˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿ ʳⁱᵗᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵐᵃˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ‧ ᴬʳʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳᵉˢʸ ᵇʸ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿˢ‧ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉˢˢ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᶠᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵒⁿˢ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᔆᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴿᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵖᵒᵗˢ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵘˢᵗⁱⁿᵘˢ ᴾᴸᴼᵀ ᔆʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵒˢᵉᵖʰ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴸᵒᵘⁱˢ⸴ ᴹⁱˢˢᵒᵘʳⁱ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᶜ‧ ²⁷⁸ ᴬᵘˣᵉʳʳᵉ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᶜ‧ ²⁸⁷ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ⁻ᴶᵘˢᵗ⁻ᵉⁿ⁻ᶜʰᵃᵘˢˢᵉ́ᵉ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᴹᵃʲᵒʳ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵉⁿˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵃʳⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴰᵃʸ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸ ᴬᵗᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗᵉˢ ᵖᵃˡᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵈᵒᵐ; ᵈᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵇᵒʸ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵘˢᵗᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᴮᵉᵃᵘᵛᵃⁱˢ ⁽ᶜ‧ ²⁷⁸—ᶜ‧ ²⁸⁷⁾ ⁱˢ ᵃ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ᴳᵃˡˡᵒ⁻ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘⁿᶜˡᵉ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵉʰᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ⸴ ᴶᵘˢᵗᵘˢ' ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵖⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ‧ ᴶᵘˢᵗᵘˢ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵘˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈᵃʳʸ ᶜᵉᵖʰᵃˡᵒᵖʰᵒʳᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗˡʸ "ʰᵉᵃᵈ⁻ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉʳˢ" ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᵇˢᵉᑫᵘᵉⁿᵗ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈˡᵉˢˢ ᵇᵒʸ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿ ᵒⁿˡᵒᵒᵏᵉʳˢ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢ ᵃᶜᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᴮᵉᵃᵘᵛᵃⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵉⁿˡⁱˢ ⁿᵒʷ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱᵐ⠘ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ⁻ᴶᵘˢᵗ⁻ᵉⁿ⁻ᶜʰᵃᵘˢˢᵉ́ᵉ‧

ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁽ᵗʸᵖⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵃᵇᵇʳᵉᵛⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ "ᴱᶠᶠⁱᵉ"⁾ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ⸴ ᴮⁱᵗʰʸⁿⁱᵃ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ᴹᵃʲᵒʳ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ᴿᵒᵛⁱⁿʲ⸴ ᶜʳᵒᵃᵗⁱᵃ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁽ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳ⁾"ʷᵉˡˡ⁻ˢᵖᵒᵏᵉⁿ [ᵒᶠ]"⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬˡˡ⁻ᵖʳᵃⁱˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ³⁰³ ᴬᴰ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒᶜᶜᵘʳʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᴬʳᵉˢ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉˢ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵉⁿᵃ ᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ˢᵘˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ˡⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵐᵇ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁶‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᴾʰⁱˡᵒᵖʰʳᵒⁿᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᵀʰᵉᵒᵈᵒˢⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ⸴ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵒˢᵖᵒʳᵘˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᴮʸᶻᵃⁿᵗⁱᵘᵐ ⁽ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ⁻ᵈᵃʸ ᴵˢᵗᵃⁿᵇᵘˡ⁾‧ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉᶜʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ⸴ ᴾʳⁱˢᶜᵘˢ⸴ ʰᵃᵈ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶜʳᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁱⁿ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿ ᵈᵉⁱᵗʸ ᴬʳᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳˢʰⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᴳᵒᵈ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵉᶠⁱᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵒʳ'ˢ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳˢ‧ ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴬʳᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵇʲᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵗᵒʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ⸴ ⁱⁿ ʰᵒᵖᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵉⁿᵃ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵉᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᴰⁱᵒᶜˡᵉᵗⁱᵃⁿ ⁽²⁸⁴⁻³⁰⁵⁾‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵍⁿⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧ ᴹⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗʰ ᴱᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿⁱᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ⁴⁵¹‧ ᴵᵗ ʳᵉᵖᵘᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱᵘᵗʸᶜʰⁱᵃⁿ ᵈᵒᶜᵗʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵒⁿᵒᵖʰʸˢⁱᵗⁱˢᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿⁱᵃⁿ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵈ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳⁱᵇᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ "ᶠᵘˡˡ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵈⁱᵛⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ" ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉˢᵘˢ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᴾᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᵀʳⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ˢᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉᶜʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴾʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁶³⁰ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒⁿᵒᵖʰʸˢⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ⁻ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵈᵉᶜⁱˢⁱᵛᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉⁿˢᵘˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ‧ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᵃʳᶜʰ ᴬⁿᵃᵗᵒˡⁱᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ˢᵘᵇᵐⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ⸴ ᵃᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᵉˢ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᴹᵃʳᶜⁱᵃⁿ ⁽⁴⁵⁰⁻⁴⁵⁷⁾⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵉʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉᵃˡ ᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ‧ ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ˢⁱᵈᵉˢ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉᵈ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒⁿᵒᵖʰʸˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ˡᵃʸ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᵗᵗᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴸᵉᵒ ᴵ⠘ "ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᴳᵒᵈ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵘᵐᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷʰᵒ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵃˡ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ⸴ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᴮʳⁱᵈᵉᵍʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵇʸ ᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴱᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ⁻ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᴱᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢ⸴ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵘᵐᵘˡᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵖᵖᵒⁿᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀʳᵘᵗʰ ᵃˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴴⁱᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒᵗᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᶜˡᵃᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵒᶠ‧" ᴿᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃʳᶜᵒᵖʰᵃᵍᵘˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵛⁱⁿʲ⸴ ᶜʳᵒᵃᵗⁱᵃ‧ᴬʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ⁶²⁰⸴ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᑫᵘᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵉʳˢⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᴷʰᵒˢʳᵃᵘ ᴵ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ⁶¹⁷⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐᵃ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵᶜᵒⁿᵒᶜˡᵃˢᵗˢ⸴ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᑫᵘᵃʳʸ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ⸴ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰⁱᵖ⁻ᵒʷⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᔆᵉʳᵍⁱᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵉʳᵍᵒⁿᵒˢ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ʷʰᵒ ʰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᶜʳʸᵖᵗ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵˢˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᴸᵉᵐⁿᵒˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ⁷⁹⁶ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ˢᵗᵒˡᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵘˢᵃᵈᵉʳˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ'ˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷⁿⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᵀᵉᵐᵖˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖʳᵉᶜᵉᵖᵗᵒʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴺⁱᶜᵒˢⁱᵃ ᵒⁿ ᶜʸᵖʳᵘˢ‧ ᵀᵒᵈᵃʸ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵛⁱⁿʲ⸴ ᶜʳᵒᵃᵗⁱᵃ‧ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴰᵃʸˢ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱᵐᵃʳʸ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ⸴ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵂᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ⁱˢ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁶ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵈᵒᵐ‧ ᴬᵈᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹¹‧ ᴾᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᶜᵘˡᵗᵘʳᵉ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʷⁱᵈᵉˡʸ⁻ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵈᵒᵐ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ˢᵒˡᵉᵐⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵉʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴹᵒˡⁱᵒ ᴬˡˡᵉᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉ ¹²⁰ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴾᵃʳⁱˢʰ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱˡᵐᵒʳⁱᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰʸᵃʳᵈ ᴵˢˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴮᵘᵗᵉ⸴ ᴬʳᵍʸˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴮᵘᵗᵉ⸴ ᔆᶜᵒᵗˡᵃⁿᵈ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃᵉⁿᵃ ᵒᶠ ᶜʸᶻⁱᶜᵘˢ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ³¹ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵇᵘˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᶜʸᶻⁱᶜᵘˢ ⁽ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᵀᵘʳᵏᵉʸ⁾ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴵᵗᵃ ᴬˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᴰᵉⁱʳᵈʳᵉ; ᴵᵗᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱˡˡᵉᵉᵈʸ; ᴹᵉᵈᵃ; ᴹⁱᵈᵃ; ʸᵗʰᵃ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁵⁷⁰ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ¹⁵ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ⁿᵒᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡʸ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒʸᵃˡ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃʳʳʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᵇˡᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵉˡⁱᵇᵃᵗᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᴴʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵃⁱˡˡ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᴸⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵃᵗᵗʳᵃᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵘⁿˢ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵒʸˢ ⁱⁿ ᴷⁱˡˡᵉᵉᵈʸ; ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᵃˢ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮʳᵉⁿᵈᵃⁿ‧ ᔆᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮʳⁱᵍⁱᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵃⁿʸ ᵉˣᵗʳᵃᵛᵃᵍᵃⁿᵗ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒˡᵉˡʸ ᵒᶠᶠ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᵃᵗ ᴰʳᵘᵐ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵂᵃᵗᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵈ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴸⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ

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ꗃ┈☦️✝️💕 ·˚ hii !! ✞ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ✞ ♱ ·˚ ⛪️ -ˋˏ 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆;; 𖦹 ` ⚰️ ·˚ 𝒂𝒈𝒆;; ༊· ˋˏ「 🙏 💒 」𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄;; ␥ 🌅 ° ¡ ± 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓;; 。°˖ " don't abuse urself " ✂---⋆ ł ⎙ ☁️ ┈┈┈┈ ✞ 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚;; ￤𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒔;;

* Aug 17 1879 Margaret Evans May 9 1847 Aug 15 1879 Wales 32 yrs, 3 mos. Premature childbirth *

❝ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶤᶰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ❞

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=========================================================================== BUDI. BUDIG. BUDIG, Ray G.; d 1936 Aug, auto accident, Omaha NE; bur McCook; (I88) ===========================================================================

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BROWN, E. R.; r: Palisade C. BROWN, Opal, b ca1921; .......badly injured, auto accident, N of Palisade; 1938; (I130) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 yr. ago normancrane I learnt my mum and dad were both proudly pro-choice parents. That's why, as I fatally strangled them with my umbilical cord, they must have respect my choice to not have parents.

‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage She's gone, all because of him. Dead. He killed my wife. She'd still be here, if it's not for him. If only he could speak with reason; I could’ve let him live long enough to explain. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was born just a few minutes ago...

Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run, you fool? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss.

Petnochlab ~ Seeing the horrible mistreatment of residents in care facilities, I promised never to let my disabled son end up in one. So when the doctors told me I had 4 weeks to live, I put my son in the car and headed toward the lake, ready to keep my promise.

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Baby Moses law for abandoning newborns In Texas, if you have a newborn that you're unable to ca̢re for, you can bring your baby to a designated safe place with no questions asked. The Safe Haven law, also known as the Baby Moses law, gives parents who are unable to ca̢re for their child a safe and legal chøice to leαve their infant with an employee at a designated safe place—a hospıtal, fire station, free-standing emergency centers or emergency medical services (EMS) station. Then, your baby will receive medical ca̢re and be placed with an emergency provider. Information for Parents If you're thinking about bringing your baby to a designated Safe Haven, please read the information below: Your baby must be 60 days old or younger and unhἀrmed and safe. You may take your baby to any hospıtal, fire station, or emergency medical services (EMS) station in Texas. You need to give your baby to an employee who works at one of these safe places and tell this person that you want to leαve your baby at a Safe Haven. You may be asked by an employee for famıly or medical history to make sure that your baby receives the ca̢re they need. If you leαve your baby at a fire or EMS station, your baby may be taken to a hospıtal to receive any medical attention they need. Remember, If you leave your unhἀrmed infant at a Safe Haven, you will not be prosecuted for abandonment or neglect.

BRUNK, Christian F., b 1874 May 19; r: Grant NE .....d 1928 Jul 29, appendicitis; Grant NE Cem; CCDR (G123) ifc59 m

* Jan 16 1917 UC of Henry Roth Jan 16 1917 Jan 16 1917 0 Injury at birth *

* Dec 14 1905 UC of Mrs. M Compton Dec 14 1905 2 wks. Eclampsia Unnamed child of Mrs. M. Compton *

Jun 20 1925 D. V. Thomas Wilkes-Barre, PA Charles Morgans Jun 19 1925 7 days Septicemia – Due to Infected Naval POD- Riv. Hospital (writing unclear)

* Jan 8 1917 Mrs. Mine Williams Jan 8 1916 35 yrs. Placenta Previa (during childbirth) *

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ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ⁽ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᶜ‧ᴬᴰ ⁵¹⁰⁾ ⁽ᵂᵉˡˢʰ⠘ ᶜᵉⁿᵃᶠ; ᴱⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ⠘ ᶜᵃⁿᵈⁱᶜᵉ⁾ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᴮʳᵉᵗᵒⁿ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉˢˢ⸴ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵉʷᵈʷʳ ᴹᵃʷʳ ᵃᵖ ᴱᵐʸʳ ᴸˡʸᵈᵃʷ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵐᵃⁿ⸴ ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈˢᵒⁿ⸴ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᴱᵐʸʳ ᴸˡʸᵈᵃʷ ⁽ᴮᵘᵈⁱᶜ ᴵᴵ⁾ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵈʸ'ˢ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘˢⁱⁿ⸴ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᔆᵃᵈʷʳⁿ⸴ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵉˡᵈᵉʳ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜʳᵃˡˡᵒ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵂᵃˡᵉˢ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᔆᵃᵈʷʳⁿ ᵍᵒᵗ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ʰᵉʳᵐⁱᵗ ᵒⁿ ᴬⁿᵍˡᵉˢᵉʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴬˡˡᵗᵘ ᴿᵉᵈᵉᵍᵒᵍ⸴ ᵃ ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵈʳᵒᵈ ᶜᵃˡᶜʰᶠʸⁿᵉᵈᵈ⸴ ᵇʸ ʷʰᵒᵐ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴱˡⁱᵃⁿ ᴳᵉⁱᵐⁱᵃᵈ ⁽ᵗʰᵉ ᴾⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐ⁾‧ ᴰᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵃʳᵗ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᶠᶠ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵐᵃʸ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒˢᵗ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜⁱᵃʳᵃⁿ'ˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵇʸ⸴ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈᵇⁱʳᵗʰ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵈʳʸ ʳᵒʷᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵇᵘʳˢᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᶠ‧ ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴵⁿ ʳᵉᵗⁱʳᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵘⁿ⸴ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᴸˡᵃⁿᵍᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴸˡᵃⁿᵍᵃⁿⁿᵃ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡʸ ᶜᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᴳˡᵃᵐᵒʳᵍᵃⁿˢʰⁱʳᵉ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵗ ᴸˡᵃⁿᵍᵃⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃᵉʳᵐᵃʳᵗʰᵉⁿˢʰⁱʳᵉ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ 'ᶜʰᵃⁱʳ' ᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿˢᶜʳⁱᵇᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᶠʸⁿⁿᵒⁿ ᴳᵃⁿⁿᵃ ⁽ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ'ˢ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᵂᵉˡˡ⁾ ʷᵃˢ⸴ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉ‧ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ'ˢ ᶠᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵃˡ ⁱˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ²⁵ᵗʰ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃⁱⁿ ᶠᵉʳᶜʰ ᴮʳʸᶜʰᵃⁿ ᵒʳ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃᵉⁿ ᵃᵖ ᶜᵃʷ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᵈᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᵀᵉˡᵉˢᵖʰᵒʳᵘˢ ⁽²ⁿᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⁾⸴ ᵃˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱʳᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵖⁱˢᶜᵒᵖᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ²⁷⁰⁻²⁸⁰‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᴳʳᵉᵉᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᵀᵉˡᵉˢᵖʰᵒʳᵘˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿᵘˢ ⁽ᔆᵃⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶻⁱᵃⁿᵒ⁾‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒʳᵈᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗ ᵇʸ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᶠᵃᵘˢᵗᵃ ⁽ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ⱽⁱᵗᵃˡⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴬᵍʳⁱᶜᵒˡᵃ⁾‧ ᴬᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿᵘˢ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ⸴ ʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵇʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᵈᵘˢ ᵒʳ ᴴᵃᵈʳⁱᵃⁿ⸴ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠˡᵘⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ‧ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ' ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵉˣʰᵘᵐᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᵇʸ ᴮⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵀᵒᵐᵐᵃˢᵒ ᴳʳᵃˢˢⁱ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵘʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵇᵐᵉʳᵍᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵃⁿⁿᵉˡˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʳᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʸ ˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᵘⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵃᵗⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᴴⁱˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ⸴ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᵘⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵍᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵒᵘʳᶜᵉ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵗᵃⁱˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ʳᵃⁱˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵉˡᵉˢᵖʰᵒʳᵘˢ⸴ ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᶜˡᵃⁱᵐˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗᶠᵘˡ ᴬⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵒ⸴ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱˡⁱᵗᵃʳʸ⸴ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ᶠᵃᵘˢᵗⁱⁿᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴶᵒᵛⁱᵗᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᑫᵘᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁱᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵉᵖⁱˢᶜᵒᵖᵃᵗᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ¹³⁹ ᵗᵒ ¹⁹²⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ⸴ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵖᵘᵗᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶠᵃˡˢⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃⁿᶜⁱᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᵀʰᵘˢ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮᵃʳⁿᵃᵇᵃˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᵖᵒˢᵗᵒˡⁱᶜ ᴬᵍᵉ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ⁱⁿᵈᵉᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˢ ᴴⁱᵖᵖᵒˡʸᵗᵉ ᴰᵉˡᵉʰᵃʸᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ⸴ "ᵀᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃᵛⁱᵒᵘʳ'ˢ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ‧‧‧ʰᵒⁿᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ‧‧‧ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵒˡᵈ ᵖᵃᵗʳᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒˢᵖᵉˡˢ ᵒʳ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ‧"

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃⁱ́ⁿᵉ̄ ʷᵃˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴷʸᶻⁱᵏᵒˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵉˡˡᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᔆᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳ ᴬⁿᵃˢᵗᵃˢⁱᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵛⁱʳᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᔆᵒᵏʳᵃᵗⁱᵃ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵘᵖᵇʳⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵏ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵇᵒˡᵈˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘˡᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵘᵐᵖʰ ᵒᶠ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣʸ‧ ᴬˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘˡᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵉˢᵃʳⁱᵘˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ'ˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ‧ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ⸴ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃⁱ́ⁿᵉ̄ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶠⁱᵉʳʸ ᶠᵘʳⁿᵃᶜᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃᵛᵉᵈ‧ ᵀʰᵉⁿ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵗᵃˡˡ ᵗʳᵉᵉ⸴ ᵒⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁱʳᵒⁿ ⁿᵃⁱˡˢ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵇᵘˡˡ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍˡᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵈᵒᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃ ˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵘʳᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃίⁿᵉ̄'ˢ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵃˢ ˢʰᵉᵈ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ⸴ ʷᵒᵐᵉⁿ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵐⁱˡᵏ⸴ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉ ᵐⁱˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵘʳˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ⁿᵉʷᵇᵒʳⁿ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃⁱ́ⁿᵉ̄ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ⁱⁿᵛᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʷᵒᵐᵉⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗʸ ⁱⁿ ⁿᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇᵃᵇⁱᵉˢ‧

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵀᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵀᵒᵘʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳⁱᶜʰ ʳᵉᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵃˣ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴾʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᶠ‧ ᴷᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ “ᴬ ⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡˢ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ‧” ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵍᵉⁿᵉᵃˡᵒᵍʸ⸴ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ⸴ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃˡˡ ʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴺᵒʷ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ‘ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ’ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿ ˡⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ ʷⁱⁿᵈʸ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿᵃˡ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ⸴ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒ⸴ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵈᵃᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ; ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴰᵃⁿ ᵂⁱˡˢᵒⁿ⠘ ᴵ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴬ ˡᵒᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵃˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵏⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⠘ ᴬˡᵒʸˢⁱᵘˢ⸴ ᴱᵈʷⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ⱽⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴺᵃᵗʰᵃⁿⁱᵃˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵗ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠᵃˢʰⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᴬˢ ᴵ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ‧ ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ? ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ? ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ⠘ ᴰᵉᵃʳ ᴮʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᴬᵘⁿᵗ⸴ ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵂⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼᵘʳ ᴮᵃᵇʸ – ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ‧ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ⸴ ʸᵉˢ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ‧ ᔆᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵃʸ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ⁵⁰ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ’ˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵉ ᵒʷᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃᵖᵖˡⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴳʷⁱⁿᵉᵃʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜᵉˡᵗⁱᶜ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳ⸴ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᶜᵒʳⁿⁱˢʰ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ᵇⁱᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰⁱᵉˢ ˢᵘʳᵛⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴿᵉᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴸⁱᶠᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴳʷⁱⁿᵉᵃʳ ʷᵃˢ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ¹⁴ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᴬⁿˢᵉˡᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵖʳⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴬⁿˢᵉˡᵐ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ²³‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵃʳ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵇʸ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴮʳⁱᵗᵗᵃⁿʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁷⁷ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒʳⁿʷᵃˡˡ⸴ ˡᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᴴᵃʸˡᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᵀᵉᵘᵈᵃʳ‧ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴳʷⁱⁿᵉᵃʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵗ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵖᵗⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵀᵉʷᵈʷʳ‧

ᴾᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵃᵈᵉ ᶠᵃʳᵉʷᵉˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧‧‧ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ‧ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉ‧ ᴺᵒ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉᵃᵈˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ‧

ᔆᵗ‧ ᴵᵃ ⁽ᵂᵉˡˢʰ⠘ ᴵᵃ; ᴸᵃᵗⁱⁿ⠘ ᴴⁱᵃ; ᴱⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ⠘ ᴵᵛᵉ⁾ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴵᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉˢˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᔆᔆ‧ ᴱᵘⁿʸ⸴ ᴱʳᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴬⁿᵗᵃ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵇʸ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼˡᵈ‧ ᴸᵃᵗᵉʳ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʲᵒⁱⁿ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾⁱᵃˡᵃ'ˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵉʳⁿⁱʷ ⁽ᶜᵒʳⁿʷᵃˡˡ⁾‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵᵃ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱˢᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒʳⁱᶻᵒⁿ‧ ᔆᵒᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵇⁱᵗᵗᵉʳˡʸ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵃʸ‧ ᴬ ᵗⁱⁿʸ ˡᵉᵃᶠ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃᶠᶠ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃᶠ ᵍʳᵉʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵉʷ‧ ᔆᵒᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜˡⁱᵐᵇ ᵃᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˢ ᵃ ʳᵃᶠᵗ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵗʰᵘˢ ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᔆᵉᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴾᵉⁿʷⁱᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉʳⁿⁱʷ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᶜʰ‧ ᴵᵃ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴮᵉʳʷʸⁿ ⁽ᵃˡⁱᵃˢ ᴮᵃʳʳⁱᶜ⁾ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ʲᵒⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴱˡʷʸⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁷⁷⁷ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵉⁿ ᴰⁱⁿᵃˢ ⁽ᴰⁱⁿᵃˢ ᴵᵃ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴵᵛᵉˢ⁾ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒˡʸ ʷᵉˡˡ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ⱽᵉⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᴱⁱᵃ ⁽ᵒʳ ᶠᶠʸⁿⁿᵒⁿ ᴵᵃ⁾ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵃᵗ ᴾᵒʳᵗʰᵐᵉᵒʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ ᵃᵗ ᵀʳᵒᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃᵐᵇᵒʳⁿᵉ ᵖᵃʳⁱˢʰ⸴ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵉˡˡ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᴱᵃʳ ⁽ᵒʳ ᶠᶠʸⁿⁿᵒⁿ ᴵᵃ⁾‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ˢᵒʲᵒᵘʳⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᴮʳⁱᵗᵗᵃⁿʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴾˡᵒᵘʸᵉ́ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᶜᵃʳʰᵃⁱˣ ⁱˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ‧ ᴵᵃ'ˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵉⁿʷⁱᵗʰ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ⸴ ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ʳᵘˡᵉʳ⸴ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᵀᵉʷᵈᵃʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴾᵒʳᵗʰ ᴵᵃ ⁽ᔆᵗ‧ ᴵᵛᵉˢ⁾‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ³ʳᵈ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴵᵃ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ʷᵒᵒˡ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᴬᵇᵇᵉˢˢ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ᵛᵉⁱˡ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵉᵃᶠ‧

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ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱ́ⁿ ⁽ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶠⁱʳᵐⁱⁿ⸴ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴸᵃᵗⁱⁿ ᶠⁱʳᵐⁱⁿᵘˢ⁾ ʰᵒˡʸ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳ⸴ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒ⁻ᵖᵃᵗʳᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴺᵃᵛᵃʳʳᵉ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᶜⁱᵃⁿ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁽²⁵⁰⁾ ᵒʳ ᴰⁱᵒᶜˡᵉᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᴾᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁽³⁰³⁾ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿⁱᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱʳᵐᵒ⸴ ᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ʳᵃⁿᵏ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ³ʳᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ‧ ˢᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᶠⁱʳᵐᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵇʸ ᴴᵒⁿᵉˢᵗᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱˢᵉ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ᶜʳᵒʷᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱˢᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁴⁰⸴⁰⁰⁰ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ‧ ᶠⁱʳᵐᵘˢ'ˢ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᶠⁱʳᵐⁱⁿᵘˢ ⁽ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿ⁾⸴ ʷᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵗʳᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴴᵒⁿᵉˢᵗᵘˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉ ³¹ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵀᵒᵘˡᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉᶜʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵘˢ'ˢ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᵒʳ⸴ ᴴᵒⁿᵒʳᵃᵗᵘˢ‧ ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ⁿᵒʳᵗʰᵉʳⁿ ᴳᵃᵘˡ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᴬᵐⁱᵉⁿˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘˡᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²⁵⸴ ᴬᴰ ³⁰³ ˢⁱᵍⁿⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵘˡˡ ᵇʸ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ‧ ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿ'ˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ⁱˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵉˢᵗⁱᵛⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁿᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿᵉˢ⸴ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ ᴿᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵘˡˡˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴬᵐⁱᵉⁿˢ‧

ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᴳʳⁱᵐᵒᵃˡᵈᵒ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᴾᵘʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵉʳᵈⁱⁿᵃⁿᵈᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁴ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁸⁸³ ᴾᵒⁿᵗᵉᶜᵒʳᵛᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈⁱ ᶠʳᵒˢⁱⁿᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹⁸ ᴺᵒᵛ ¹⁹⁰² ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹⁹⁾ ᶜᵉᶜᶜᵃⁿᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈⁱ ᶠʳᵒˢⁱⁿᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᶠᵉʳᵈⁱⁿᵃⁿᵈᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵒⁿ ⁴ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁸⁸³ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵈᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵉʳᵒ ᴾᵃᵘˡᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᴿᵘˢᶜⁱᵒ ⁽ᵈ‧¹⁹³³–³⁴⁾; ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱˢᵐ ᵒⁿ ⁵ ᴹᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵖᵃʳⁱˢʰ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ʳᵃⁿ ᵃ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ʳᵒᵖᵉ⁻ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁸³ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒⁿᵗᵉᶜᵒʳᵛᵒ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵃˡ ᴳᵃᵉᵗᵃⁿᵒ ʸᵇᵉʳⁿᵉᵍᵃʳᵃʸ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʷᵃˢ ᵘⁿᵘˢᵘᵃˡ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᵃᵍᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱʳᵐᵉᵈ; ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹⁸⁹⁰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴬⁿᵗᵒⁿⁱᵒ ᴿᵒˢᶜⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰᵉʳ‧ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃˡᵗᵃʳ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᶜʰᵒⁱʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵᵐᵐᵃᶜᵘˡᵃᵗᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴬˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᵒ ˣᵃᵗⁱᵛᵃ⸴ ʳᵃⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁿⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᴼⁿᵉ ⁿᵉⁱᵍʰᵇᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵉˢᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶜᶜᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ‧ ᴵⁿ ¹⁸⁵⁰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵗˢ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵉᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵖˡⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʲᵒⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿⁿᵒᵘⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱʳᵗᵉᵉⁿ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ʳᵉˡᵘᶜᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵒⁿ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵃˡ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˢⁱˣᵗᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵃⁿᵏˢ; ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᑫᵘⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵘᵖ ˡᵉˢˢᵒⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᴸᵃᵗⁱⁿ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ¹⁵ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁸⁹⁹ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵉʳⁱᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᵛⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᵒⁿ ⁵ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ¹⁸⁹⁹ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᴼˡⁱᵗᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢˢᵘᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ "ᴳʳⁱᵐᵒᵃˡᵈᵒ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵘʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ" ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵛⁱᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵏᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒᵈᵉˡ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᶜᵒ ᴾᵒˢˢᵉⁿᵗⁱ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵛᵒʷˢ ᵃˢ ᵃ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵒⁿ ⁶ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ¹⁹⁰⁰‧ ᴴᵉ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵘᵈⁱᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗʰᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴼʳᵗʰᵉᶻ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵒᵖᵗ ᵃ ˢᶜʰᵒˡᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡⁱⁿᵉ; ʰᵉ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱᵐᵖᵉᵈⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴼⁿ ³¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁰² ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿ ⁱˡˡⁿᵉˢˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᶻᶻⁱⁿᵉˢˢ; ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵈⁱᵃᵍⁿᵒˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁰² ᵃˢ ᵃᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵐᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍⁱᵗⁱˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᴹᵃˢˢ‧ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍⁱᵗⁱˢ ᵒⁿ ¹⁸ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁰² ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴼⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰᵇᵉᵈ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉˢⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵃˡ ᴳᵃᵉᵗᵃⁿᵒ ᴬˡᵒⁱˢⁱ ᴹᵃˢᵉˡˡᵃ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ – ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ⁿᵘᵐᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ – ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ ˢᵃʷ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵍʳᵒʷ ᵃᵇʳᵒᵃᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵉᵐᵖʰᵃˢⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᶜʰᵉˢᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁶²‧ ᴴⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ⱽⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᶻⁱⁿᵃ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴿᵒᶜʰᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ¹⁹²⁰ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᵈᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ‧ ᴮᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵃˢᑫᵘᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾᵒⁿᵗᵉᶜᵒʳᵛᵒ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗᵉˢᵗⁱᵐᵒⁿⁱᵉˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ¹⁹⁵⁷⸴ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵒˣᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᴿⁱᵗᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᴮⁱˡᵇᵃᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ; ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁵ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁸⁴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ᵛᵃˡⁱᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵘˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒ ᵈᵒˢˢⁱᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ⁱⁿ ¹⁹⁸⁸ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⁱᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ⁹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁹⁰ ᵃˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ²² ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁹¹‧ ᴼⁿ ¹⁴ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁹⁹¹ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᴾᵃᵘˡ ᴵᴵ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ʰᵃᵈ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵈᵉˡ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳᵒⁱᶜ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵛⁱʳᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᴼⁿᵉ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ʳᵉᑫᵘⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵃˡ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᴮᵃˢᑫᵘᵉ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ᵛᵃˡⁱᵈᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ²⁰ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁹¹; ᵃ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿ ⁷ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁹³ ᵃˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵒⁿ ⁴ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁹⁴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ᵒⁿ ¹² ᴬᵖʳⁱˡ ¹⁹⁹⁴‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᴾᵃᵘˡ ᴵᴵ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵒⁿ ² ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹⁹⁹⁴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵉᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᔆᑫᵘᵃʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ²⁹ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁹⁵‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ⁿⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴿᵒᶜʰᵉˢᵗᵉʳ – ᴹᵃʳʸ ᴾᵃⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ᴬᵍᵒˢᵗⁱⁿᵉˡˡⁱ⸴ ᴴᵉˡᵉⁿᵉ ᴾᵃⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ᔆᶜʰˡᵉᵍᵉˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵᵈᵃ ᴾᵃⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ᵀᵘʳᵃⁿ⸴ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵖʰᵉʷˢ⸴ ⁿⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ – ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʷᵃˢ ᴺⁱᶜᵒˡᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᵒ ⁽ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ'ˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᶜᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ⁾‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵘˡᵃᵗᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵗ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗ ᴳⁱᵒᵛᵃⁿⁿⁱ ᶻᵘᵇⁱᵃⁿⁱ‧ ᴹⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᴺⁱᶜᵒˡᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᵒ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵗᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵗᵒʳ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ; ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳⁱᵉˢ‧

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ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ʷʰʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ‧ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ? ᴰᵒ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᵈᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ? ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ “ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ”‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ? ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ? ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴿᵉᵐⁿᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳʸᵉᵃʳ‧ ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱʳᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᴿᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˢᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ? ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ? ᴾʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᴰᵃᵛⁱᵉˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇⁱᵇˡⁱᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁽ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᶜʳᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ “ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᑫᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵍʳᵒˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧” ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ⸴ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃʳʸ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍʰᵒᵘˡⁱˢʰ ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴮᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ‧ ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᴬˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ¹⁹ˣˣ⁻? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ? ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧ ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ? ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ? ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ? ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧ ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᶜᵃˢⁱˡᵈᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁹⁵⁰ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ⸴ ᶜᵃˢᵗⁱˡˡᵃ⁻ᴸᵃ ᴹᵃⁿᶜʰᵃ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁹ ᴬᵖʳ ¹⁰⁵⁰ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ⁹⁹–¹⁰⁰⁾ ᴮʳⁱᵛⁱᵉˢᶜᵃ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ⸴ ᶜᵃˢᵗⁱˡˡᵃ ʸ ᴸᵉᵒ́ⁿ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵘᵃʳⁱᵒ ᵈᵉ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵃˢⁱˡᵈᵃ ᴮᵘᵉᶻᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ⸴ ᶜᵃˢᵗⁱˡˡᵃ ʸ ᴸᵉᵒ́ⁿ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ¹⁰ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵘˢˡⁱᵐ ʳᵘˡᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃˡ⁻ᴹᵃᵐᵘⁿ⸴ ᴬˡᵐᵃᶜʳⁱⁿ⸴ ᵒʳ ᴬˡᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ᵃ ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷᵒʳᵃⁿ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗˡʸ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖʳⁱˢᵒⁿᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᵇʲᵉᶜᵗ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ʳᵘˡᵉ‧ ᴸᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶜᵉˡˡˢ⸴ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒʰⁱᵇⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ˢᵐᵘᵍᵍˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴼⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶜᶜᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ⸴ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈˢ ᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ⁱⁿˢⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢˡʸ ⁱˡˡ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿᵉᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵘᵃˡ ᵒʳ ˢʰᵘⁿⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁿ ⱽⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵒ ᵘᵗⁱˡⁱᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴴᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ˢᵒˡⁱᵗᵘᵈᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵃʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁿ ⱽⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉᵈ ˢʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ¹⁰⁰‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵒᵏᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᶠˡᵒʷ⸴ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 'ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳᵒˡᵒᵍʸ' ᵒʳ ᴮᵘᵗˡᵉʳ'ˢ 'ᴸⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ⸴' ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱˢ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 'ᴬᶜᵗᵃ ᔆᵃⁿᶜᵗᵒʳᵘᵐ‧' ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴰᵃʸ ⁱˢ ⁹ ᴬᵖʳⁱˡ‧

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ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵒᵘˡᵒᵘˢᵉ ⁽ᴸᵃᵗⁱⁿ⠘ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵘˢ⸴ ᴼᶜᶜⁱᵗᵃⁿ⠘ ᔆᵃʳⁿⁱⁿ⸴ ᶠʳᵉⁿᶜʰ⠘ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿ⸴ ᔆᵉʳⁿⁱⁿ⸴ ᶜᵃᵗᵃˡᵃⁿ⠘ ᔆᵉʳⁿⁱ⸴ ᔆᵃᵈᵘʳⁿⁱ́⸴ ᴳᵃˡⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿ⠘ ᔆᵃᵈᵘʳⁿⁱⁿʰᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾᵒʳᵗᵘᵍᵘᵉˢᵉ⠘ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵒ⸴ ᔆᵃᵈᵘʳⁿⁱⁿʰᵒ ᴮᵃˢᑫᵘᵉ⠘ ᔆᵃᵗᵒʳᵈⁱ⸴ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳᵈⁱ⸴ ᶻᵉʳⁿⁱⁿ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵃⁿⁱˢʰ⠘ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵒ⸴ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿⁱ́ⁿ⸴ ᶜᵉʳⁿⁱ́ⁿ⁾ ʷᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ "ᴬᵖᵒˢᵗˡᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳᵃᵘˡˢ" ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ⁽ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᶠᵃᵇⁱᵃⁿ⸴ ²³⁶–²⁵⁰⁾ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵉᶜⁱᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳʳᵃᵗᵘˢ ⁽²⁵⁰–²⁵¹⁾ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱˢᵉ ᴳᵃᵘˡ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᴱᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᴰᵉᶜⁱᵘˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈⁱˢˢᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ²⁹ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ‧ ᴼⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵉⁱᶻᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵘⁿˢʰᵃᵏᵉᵃᵇˡᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵈᵉᵐⁿᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵘˡˡ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒʷⁿ

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ᵂⁱˡᵍᵉᶠᵒʳᵗⁱˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ᵇʸ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᵀᵒ ᵗʰʷᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵉᵈᵈⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵃ ᵛᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʳᵉᵖᵘˡˢⁱᵛᵉ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉʳˢ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵖʳᵒᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃʳᵈ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵍᵃᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴵⁿ ʳᵃᵍᵉ⸴ ᵂⁱˡᵍᵉᶠᵒʳᵗⁱˢ'ˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʳᵘᶜⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ‧

ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᴬᵇᵇᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ⁽ᶜ‧ᴬᴰ ⁶⁶⁰⁻ᴬᴰ ⁷¹⁰⁾ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᴼˢʳⁱᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴʷⁱᶜᶜᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴾᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ⁽ⁿᵒʷ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ⁾ ⁱⁿ ᴬᴰ ⁶⁸¹‧ ᔆᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵐᵒⁿᵏˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵘⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ⸴ ʸᵉᵗ ʲᵒⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃ ʳᵘˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵇᵉˢˢ‧ ᴼˢʳⁱᶜ ᵃᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᴬᵇᵇᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴵᶠ ᴼˢʳⁱᶜ ⁱˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵉⁱʳᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁻ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᵗⁱⁿᶜᵗ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵒʳʸ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ⁻ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᴬˡᶜʰᶠʳⁱᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵉⁱʳᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⁽ᴺᵒʳᵗʰᵃⁿᵗˢ⁾‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴬᴰ ⁶⁶⁰‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵖʳᵉˢᵗⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴿᵒʸᵃˡ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʳʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵘᵐᵃᵇˡʸ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵘⁿⁿᵉʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ‧ ᵀᵒ ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᶠˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵏᵉʳ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵏᵉʳ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ʷⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵒᵖᵗ ʰᵉʳ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ ᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵏᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ⁻ ²⁵ᵗʰ ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ᴬᴰ ⁷¹⁰ ⁻ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ⸴ ᶜʰᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰʳᵉʷ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵃⁱᵈˢᵉʳᵛᵃⁿᵗ⸴ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʳᵉᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ! ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵂᵉˡˡ‧ ᴬ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˡᵃᵈʸ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ᵖⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐˢ ᶠˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉⁿᵗʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᵉᵛᵃˡ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ‧ ᴹⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶜᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱʳʳᵉᵛᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒᵘʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵈʸ'ˢ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵈⁱᵃⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ'ˢ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉˢᵗᵒʳᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴬʳᶜʰᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵗᵉⁿᵃʸ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹³⁹⁰‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ʷᵃˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵘᵖᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ⸴ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈ ¹⁶ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴰⁱˢˢᵒˡᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᔆⁱʳ ᵀʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ᴮᵉˡˡ⸴ ᵃ ʷᵉᵃˡᵗʰʸ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵈʳᵃᵖᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴹᴾ⸴ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃˡᵐˢʰᵒᵘˢᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢⁱˣ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ᵐᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴷᵉᵛⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵉⁿᵈᵃˡᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁴⁹⁸ ᴿᵒˢᶜʳᵉᵃ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵀⁱᵖᵖᵉʳᵃʳʸ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ³ ᴶᵘⁿ ⁶¹⁸ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹¹⁹–¹²⁰⁾ ᵂⁱᶜᵏˡᵒʷ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵂⁱᶜᵏˡᵒʷ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴳˡᵉⁿᵈᵃˡᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴷᵉᵛⁱⁿ ⁽ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᶜᵃᵒⁱᵐʰⁱ́ⁿ; ᴼˡᵈ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᶜᵒ́ᵉᵐᵍᵉⁿ⸴ ᶜᵃᵉᵐᵍᵉⁿ; ˡᵃᵗⁱⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᵉᵐᵍᵉⁿᵘˢ; ⁴⁹⁸ – ³ ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ⁶¹⁸⁾ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃᵇᵇᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵉⁿᵈᵃˡᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵂⁱᶜᵏˡᵒʷ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ³ ᴶᵘⁿᵉ‧

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ᴼⁿ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⸴ ⁷²⁹⸴ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᶜᵒⁿᵒᶜˡᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ⸴ ᵀʰᵉᵒᵈᵒˢⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵘᵐ ᴮᵒᵛⁱˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ʳᵃᵐ'ˢ ʰᵒʳⁿ ʰᵃᵐᵐᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰʸ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ᴬᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ᵀʰᵉᵒᵈᵒˢⁱᵃ "ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉʳᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ‧" ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʳᵃⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵉⁿ'ˢ ᴹᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳ ᴬⁿᵃˢᵗᵃˢⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆʰᵉ "ᵈⁱˢᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ⁱⁿʰᵉʳⁱᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ" ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ˢʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵘⁿ‧

ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ¹⁹⁰⁹ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹⁹⁶⁵ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ⁵⁵–⁵⁶⁾ ᴺᵒᵛᵒ ᔆᵉˡᵒ⸴ ᴼᵖˢ̌ᵗⁱⁿᵃ ᴷⁱᶜ̌ᵉᵛᵒ⸴ ᔆᵒᵘᵗʰʷᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ⸴ ᴺᵒʳᵗʰ ᴹᵃᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿⁱᵃ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿˢᵏⁱ ᴳʳᵒᵇⁱˢ̌ᵗᵃ ᴺᵒᵛᵒ ᔆᵉˡᵒ ᴺᵒᵛᵒ ᔆᵉˡᵒ⸴ ᴼᵖˢ̌ᵗⁱⁿᵃ ᴷⁱᶜ̌ᵉᵛᵒ⸴ ᔆᵒᵘᵗʰʷᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ⸴ ᴺᵒʳᵗʰ ᴹᵃᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿⁱᵃ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ⱽᵘᵗʰᵃʲ ᵒᶠ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᵒⁿ ¹² ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹¹⁹‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱʲᵉ ⱽᵃᵗᵉ̈ⁿ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ¹⁹⁴⁴‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᴳᵃˢᵖᵉ̈ʳ‧ ᴬˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ˢⁱˣ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗ⸴ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐⁱ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⁻ˡᵒⁿᵍ ˡᵃʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈʳᵃ⸴ ⁿᵒʷ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⁻ᴾᵘˡᵗ‧ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵐᵖʳⁱˢᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᵒⁿ ³ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁴⁵‧ ᴼⁿ ²² ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁴⁶⸴ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵗʳⁱᵃˡ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ‧ ᴱⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵇʸ ˢʰᵒᵒᵗⁱⁿᵍ⠘ ᶠʳ ᴳʲᵒⁿ ᔆʰˡˡᵃᵏᵘ⸴ ᶠʳ ᴳⁱᵒᵛᵃⁿⁿⁱ ᶠᵃᵘˢᵗⁱ⸴ ᶠʳ ᴰᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ ᴰᵃʲᵃⁿⁱ⸴ ˢᵉᵐⁱⁿᵃʳⁱᵃⁿˢ ᴹᵃʳᵏ ᶜ̧ᵘⁿⁱ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳʲᵉʳᵍʲ ᴮⁱᶜⁱ⸴ ˡᵃʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᴳʲᵉˡᵒˢʰ ᴸᵘˡᵃˢʰⁱ⸴ ᶠʳᵃⁿ ᴹⁱʳᵃᵏᵃʲ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵘˢᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳⁱˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳⁱᵒᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐⁱⁿⁱᵐᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵍʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒʳ ᴳʲᵉʳᵍʲ ᴮⁱᶜⁱ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ˡᵃᵇᵒʳ⸴ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᶠʳᵃⁿ ᴹⁱʳᵃᵏᵃʲ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁴⁶‧ ᴬᵗ ᵈᵃʷⁿ ᵒⁿ ⁴ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ¹⁹⁴⁷⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁱˣ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ⁽ⱽᵃʳʳᵉᶻᵃᵗ ᵉ ᴿʳᵐᵃʲⁱᵗ⁾⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᴬᵗ ⁶ ᵃᵐ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵒᵒⁿ⸴ ᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵉ ᵍᵘⁿˢ⸴ ᵗᵒ "ᶠᴵᴿᴱ"‧ ᴼⁿ ⁵ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²⁰¹⁶⸴ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᑫᵘᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷᵃᵗᵉᵈʳᵃˡʲᵃ ᵉ ᔆʰᵉ̈ⁿ ᔆᵗᵉᶠᵃⁿⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵃˡ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡᵒ ᴬᵐᵃᵗᵒ‧

ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ¹² ᶠᵉᵇ ¹⁹¹⁹ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁴ ᴹᵃʳ ¹⁹⁴⁶ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ²⁷⁾ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᴹᵘⁿⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ⱽᵃʳʳᵉᶻᵃᵗ ᵉ ᴿʳᵐᵃʲⁱᵗ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᴹᵘⁿⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ⁻ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱˢᵗˢ ᵖʳᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ᵈᵃʸ‧

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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago MintClicker Moments before the tragedy At 3, she jumped off the bed. At 7, she unbuckled her seat belt. At 12, she went to a sleepover at a friend's house. At 17, she finally received her driver's license. At 26, she said yes. At 30, she went into labor. At 39, she had one last hurrah. At 46, she signed the papers to make it final. At 55, he was diagnosed and had no one to share the news with. At 61, she celebrated her remission with a night out. At 22, she looked at herself in the mirror. At 87, surrounded by her family and friends, she smiled. There are moments before every tragedy, quick flashes of boredom or happiness, of the expected and unexpected. These moments I see. The little girl jumping off her parents bed and into an unresponsive final state. Another girl attending her first sleepover, excited and giddy, only to succumb to an unknowing fatal nut allergy. The young woman whose proposal near the shoreline was poorly thought-out, never allowing her to live to see her marriage. The older woman who finally divorced the man she came to loathe, and for that man to not take the finality of it all with dignity or peace. The man whose diagnosis was terminal. The woman whose 40th birthday ended in heartache and disaster. The girl whose last glimpse in the mirror was of herself, relieved, then raising the pistol to her temple. These moments, as innocuous as they seem, are the final looks to life before tragedy ultimately hits. And I watch them. I have to. It's my responsibility to take you all from this realm to the next. It's my duty. And I am sorry; I truly am. Because now? At this moment, they read the final sentences of a story. Some bored. Some happy. Some expecting this ending; some not. And I watch as they read these last words, fully oblivious as they are, that this, this is their moment.

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r/shortscarystories 5 yr. ago [deleted] «ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵉᵗᵘˢ The Quickening We had always wanted kids. Negative pregnancy test after negative pregnancy test. I was beginning to wonder if we had waited too long. But then the stories started. Rumours at first. Classic internet forum gossip. Taking about declining birth-rates and increased birth defects. We assumed it was scaremongering, climate change activists trying to blame “chemicals” in the water or something. But the rumours didn’t stop. Pictures began emerging online of babies, being born around the world. They were all so similar and they made my blood run cold. They didn’t look like babies at all. Suddenly no one was picketing abortion clinics anymore. The authorities started to panic. They didn’t want the birthrate to drop to zero. All non-emergency scans were banned. All the babies being born are malformed, and normal/viable babies are exceedingly rare, very rare/non-existent. By the time I realised I was pregnant it was too late to do anything. There was rioting on the streets. We hadn’t left the house in days. The city was on fire. We bunkered down. I dreamed of a parasite growing inside of me, unable to see, unable to scream.. I reached up inside myself with household supplies. I couldn’t let the thing feed on me anymore. It felt like a bolt of lightning deep inside me. It took a long time. Blood dripped down my legs. I felt dizzy. But it would be worth it. I didn’t want it inside me anymore. The pain ripped through me and I felt like I was being torn apart but then suddenly in a gush of blood she was here. I was covered in sweat. I gasped for air and looked down at her. She was so tiny. She fit into the palm of my hand. She was still. And, she was perfect.

r/shortscarystories 3 days ago Intrepid_Wanderer Delivery Room My grandparents were worried when I said I'd decided to get the shots. They're a bit old-fashioned, but they mean well. The thing is, it's 2084. Most people who can get the shots just go ahead and accelerate through all nine months of pregnancy. The baby can be born as soon as the parents like- no need to endure mornıng sicknesses or false warnings for labor. And miscarriages are nearly a thing of the past- most babies are accelerated at the first warning. Medical technology is truly amazing. Not everyone accelerates. Some people worry about those obscure studies on bonding ability in accelerated babies, some consider a "natural" course an unmissable experience and some just don't have access to it. Most of the time, though, people accelerate. I was so excited to get to the hospital for my first ever. I didn't even get an ultrasound done first- the test was positive, and I was about to see my baby anyway in a few minutes. There were the occasional urban legends, mostly tales of some quack who messed up and made horrıfıc things happen. Truth was, there be very little to mess up, especially at a nice hospital like this one. With today's medications, I could expect to hardly feel the labor and go home with my family on the same day. They said I'd feel a tingling in my abdomen, maybe even some light kicking. At first I did, but it was more uncomfortable than I'd imagined. It was like a twisting, stretching sensation inside of me. I hated to imagiпe what it might have been like if the shots didn't also act as an anesthetic. I tried to close my eyes and breathe through it. Something was soaking through the bed- must be my water breaking. But it smelled bloodƴ, and I was so dizzy. Why didn't I hear baby crying? Shouldn't it have worked by now? Someone started shouting, but I couldn't open my eyes to see why. The last thing I heard before my death is a doctor asking about ultrasounds ańd the words "ectopic pregnancy."

Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs. Pᴇʀsᴏɴɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴏɴ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ's, ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ-ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ's ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ. Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ᴍᴀʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴡɪsᴛ. Hᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴘs: ~Pʀᴏғᴀɴɪᴛʏ. Cᴀɴ sᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ' ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ~Gᴏʀᴇ, ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ. ~Aɴɪᴍᴀʟs. Cᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢ ɢʀᴏᴡʟs ᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ɢʜᴏsᴛ' ~Sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ ᴏɴᴇsᴇʟғ. ~Aʙᴜsᴇ (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ) ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ~Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs (ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴs, ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇs, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴀs ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ) Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜsᴇ (ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ) ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ғᴏᴇᴛɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴs, ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ɪɴ sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴsᴏғᴀʀ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ, ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ, ᴏʀ ʙʏsᴛᴀɴᴅᴇʀ. Hᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs!