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Copy & Paste Religioncore Emojis & Symbols ☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒☮GOD☮༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆ | ꕤ*.゚♡┊𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪, 𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕪

ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁱⁿ ᵘⁿᵘᵐ ᴰᵉᵘᵐ⸴ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵉᵐ ᵒᵐⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉᵐ⸴ ᶠᵃᶜᵗᵒʳᵉᵐ ᶜᵃᵉˡⁱ ᵉᵗ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃᵉ⸴ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵇⁱˡⁱᵘᵐ ᵒᵐⁿⁱᵘᵐ ᵉᵗ ⁱⁿᵛⁱˢⁱᵇⁱˡⁱᵘᵐ⸴ ᴱᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵘⁿᵘᵐ ᴰᵒᵐⁱⁿᵘᵐ ᴵᵉˢᵘᵐ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵘᵐ⸴ ᶠⁱˡⁱᵘᵐ ᴰᵉⁱ ᵘⁿⁱᵍᵉⁿⁱᵗᵘᵐ⸴ ᵉᵗ ᵉˣ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵗᵉ ᵒᵐⁿⁱᵃ ˢᵃᵉᶜᵘˡᵃ⸴ ᴰᵉᵘᵐ ᵈᵉ ᴰᵉᵒ⸴ ˡᵘᵐᵉⁿ ᵈᵉ ᴸᵘᵐⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᴰᵉᵘᵐ ᵛᵉʳᵘᵐ ᵈᵉ ᴰᵉᵒ ᵛᵉʳᵒ⸴ ᵍᵉⁿⁱᵗᵘᵐ⸴ ⁿᵒⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗᵘᵐ⸴ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵇˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱᵃˡᵉᵐ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱ⠘ ᵖᵉʳ ᑫᵘᵉᵐ ᵒᵐⁿⁱᵃ ᶠᵃᶜᵗᵃ ˢᵘⁿᵗ‧ ᑫᵘⁱ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵒˢ ʰᵒᵐⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵉᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃᵐ ˢᵃˡᵘᵗᵉᵐ ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵈⁱᵗ ᵈᵉ ᶜᵃᵉˡⁱˢ‧ ᴱᵗ ⁱⁿᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵗᵘˢ ᵉˢᵗ ᵈᵉ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵘ ᔆᵃⁿᶜᵗᵒ ᵉˣ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ⱽⁱʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᵉᵗ ʰᵒᵐᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵗᵘˢ ᵉˢᵗ‧ ᶜʳᵘᶜⁱᶠⁱˣᵘˢ ᵉᵗⁱᵃᵐ ᵖʳᵒ ⁿᵒᵇⁱˢ ˢᵘᵇ ᴾᵒⁿᵗⁱᵒ ᴾⁱˡᵃᵗᵒ; ᵖᵃˢˢᵘˢ ᵉᵗ ˢᵉᵖᵘˡᵗᵘˢ ᵉˢᵗ⸴ ᵉᵗ ʳᵉˢᵘʳʳᵉˣⁱᵗ ᵗᵉʳᵗⁱᵃ ᵈⁱᵉ⸴ ˢᵉᶜᵘⁿᵈᵉᵐ ᔆᶜʳⁱᵖᵗᵘʳᵃˢ⸴ ᵉᵗ ᵃˢᶜᵉⁿᵈⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃᵉˡᵘᵐ⸴ ˢᵉᵈᵉᵗ ᵃᵈ ᵈᵉˣᵗᵉʳᵃᵐ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱˢ‧ ᴱᵗ ⁱᵗᵉʳᵘᵐ ᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᵘˢ ᵉˢᵗ ᶜᵘᵐ ᵍˡᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ⁱᵘᵈⁱᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱᵛᵒˢ ᵉᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵘᵒˢ⸴ ᶜᵘⁱᵘˢ ʳᵉᵍⁿⁱ ⁿᵒⁿ ᵉʳⁱᵗ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢ‧ ᴱᵗ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵘᵐ ᔆᵃⁿᶜᵗᵘᵐ⸴ ᴰᵒᵐⁱⁿᵘᵐ ᵉᵗ ᵛⁱᵛⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃⁿᵗᵉᵐ⠘ ᑫᵘⁱ ᵉˣ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵉ ᶠⁱˡⁱᵒᑫᵘᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵈⁱᵗ‧ ᑫᵘⁱ ᶜᵘᵐ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵉ ᵉᵗ ᶠⁱˡⁱᵒ ˢⁱᵐᵘˡ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᵘʳ ᵉᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵍˡᵒʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗᵘʳ⠘ ᑫᵘⁱ ˡᵒᶜᵘᵗᵘˢ ᵉˢᵗ ᵖᵉʳ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᵗᵃˢ‧ ᴱᵗ ᵘⁿᵃᵐ⸴ ˢᵃⁿᶜᵗᵃᵐ⸴ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜᵃᵐ ᵉᵗ ᵃᵖᵒˢᵗᵒˡⁱᶜᵃᵐ ᴱᶜᶜˡᵉˢⁱᵃᵐ‧ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱᵗᵉᵒʳ ᵘⁿᵘᵐ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱˢᵐᵃ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉᵐ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒʳᵘᵐ‧ ᴱᵗ ᵉˣˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵘʳʳᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵐ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵘᵒʳᵘᵐ⸴ ᵉᵗ ᵛⁱᵗᵃᵐ ᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱ ˢᵃᵉᶜᵘˡⁱ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧
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ꕤ*.゚♡┊𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪, 𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕪. 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪┊ ꕤ*.゚♡
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ROSARY IN ITALIAN ᔆⁱᵍⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᴺᵉˡ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵈ ᴵᵒ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁱⁿ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ; ᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᶜʳⁱˢᵗᵒ⸴ ˢᵘᵒ ᵘⁿⁱᶜᵒ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ⸴ ⁱˡ ᑫᵘᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵘ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖⁱᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ⁿᵃᶜᑫᵘᵉ ᵈᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᵖᵃᵗᵉ̌ ˢᵒᵗᵗᵒ ᴾᵒⁿᶻⁱᵒ ᴾⁱˡᵃᵗᵒ⸴ ᶠᵘ ᶜʳᵒᶜⁱᶠⁱˢˢᵒ⸴ ᵐᵒʳᵉ̌ ᵉ ᶠᵘ ˢᵉᵖᵒˡᵗᵒ; ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵃᵍˡⁱ ⁱⁿᶠᵉʳⁱ; ⁱˡ ᵗᵉʳᶻᵒ ᵍⁱᵒʳⁿᵒ ʳⁱˢᵘˢᶜⁱᵗⁿ̌ ᵈᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ; ˢᵃˡᵉ̌ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵉᵈᵉ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ; ᵈⁱ ˡʳ́ ᵛᵉʳʳʳ́ ᵃ ᵍⁱᵘᵈⁱᶜᵃʳᵉ ⁱ ᵛⁱᵛⁱ ᵉ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵗⁱ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁿᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ˡᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜʰⁱᵉˢᵃ ᶜᵃᵗᵗᵒˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ˡᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵘⁿⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳᵉᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳⁱˢᵘʳʳᵉᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜᵃʳⁿᵉ⸴ ˡᵃ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴼᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ⸴ ᶜʰᵉ ˢᵉⁱ ⁿᵉⁱ ᶜⁱᵉˡⁱ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵛᵉⁿᵍᵃ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ʳᵉᵍⁿᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ᶠᵃᵗᵗᵃ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵛᵒˡᵒⁿᵗʳ́ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᶜᵒˢᵉ̌ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ‧ ᴰᵃᶜᶜⁱ ᵒᵍᵍⁱ ⁱˡ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᵖᵃⁿᵉ ᑫᵘᵒᵗⁱᵈⁱᵃⁿᵒ⸴ ᵉ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗⁱ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡⁱ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵃⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵉ ⁿᵒⁿ ᶜⁱ ⁱⁿᵈᵘʳʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉⁿᵗᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᵐᵃˡᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴴᵃⁱˡ ᴹᵃʳʸ ᴬᵛᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᵖⁱᵉⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ⸴ ⁱˡ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶜ̌ ᶜᵒⁿ ᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵘ ˢᵉⁱ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᶠʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵈᵒⁿⁿᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᶜ̌ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᵖʳᵉᵍᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒᵗⁱ⸴ ᵃᵈᵉˢˢᵒ ᵉ ⁿᵉˡˡ'ᵒʳᵃ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴳˡᵒʳʸ ᴮᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵃˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵉ ᵃˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ ᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵉʳᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜⁱᵖⁱᵒ⸴ ᵒʳᵃ ᵉ ˢᵉᵐᵖʳᵉ ⁿᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵗⁱᵐᵃ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ⁽ᵒᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ⁾ ᴼ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳᵈᵒⁿᵃ ˡᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵖᵉ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᶠᵘᵒᶜᵒ ᵖᵒʳᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵗᵘᵗᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵖⁱᵘ̊ ᵇⁱˢᵒᵍⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵛᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ⸴ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ᵐᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ⸴ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉᶻᶻᵃ ᵉ ˢᵖᵉʳᵃⁿᶻᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ˢᵃˡᵛᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵉ ʳⁱᶜᵒʳʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ⸴ ᵉˢᵘˡⁱ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱ ᵈⁱ ᴱᵛᵃ; ᵃ ᵗᵉ ˢᵒˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱ ᵉ ᵖⁱᵃⁿᵍᵉⁿᵗⁱ ⁱⁿ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵃ ᵛᵃˡˡᵉ ᵈⁱ ˡᵃᶜʳⁱᵐᵉ‧ ᴼʳˢᵘ̊ ᵈᵘⁿᑫᵘᵉ ᵃᵛᵛᵒᶜᵃᵗᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ʳⁱᵛᵒˡᵍⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵍˡⁱ ᵒᶜᶜʰⁱ ᵗᵘᵒⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵒˢⁱ‧ ᴱ ᵐᵒˢᵗʳᵃᶜⁱ⸴ ᵈᵒᵖᵒ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵒ ᵉˢⁱˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ‧ ᴼ ᶜˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᵖⁱᵃ⸴ ᵒ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡᵉ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵉʳⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ⱽⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴹᵒʳᵗᵉ ᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵉ ᵖᵉʳ ⁱ ᵐᵉʳⁱᵗⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵗⁱ ᵖʳᵉᵍʰⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗⁱ ⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵃⁱᵘᵗᵃ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵉⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ 'ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ' ᵖᵘʳᵍᵃᵗᵒʳⁱᵒ ᵉ ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ‧ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵈⁱ ᵃ ᵗᵘᵗᵗⁱ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵛⁱᵛᵉʳᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳⁱʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖˡᵃʳᵉ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ᵛᵒˡᵗᵒ ᵉ ᵃᵐᵃʳᵗⁱ ᵖᵉʳ ˡ'ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿⁱᵗʳ́⸴ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴶᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴸ'ᵃⁿⁿᵘⁿᶜⁱᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵃ ᔆ‧ᴱˡⁱˢᵃᵇᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ⁿᵃˢᶜᵉ ᵖᵒᵛᵉʳᵒ ᵃ ᴮᵉᵗˡᵉᵐᵐᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ʳⁱᵗʳᵒᵛᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᔆᵒʳʳᵒʷᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵃᵍᵒⁿⁱᶻᶻᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵍⁱᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶠᵃˡᵍᵉˡˡᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᶜᵒˡᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ˢᵖⁱⁿᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶜᵃʳⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵐᵘᵒʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ʳⁱˢᵒʳᵍᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ˢᵃˡᵉ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴸᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ᵃˢˢᵘⁿᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵃ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ROSARY IN ITALIAN
ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵃˢᵒⁿ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ¹² ᴶᵘˡʸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴬᶜᵗˢ ¹⁷⠘⁵⁻⁹ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵘ́ˡ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴶᵃˢᵒⁿ'ˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵀʰᵉˢˢᵃˡᵒⁿⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿˢ ¹⁶⠘²¹‧ ᴸᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵃʳˢᵘˢ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱˡⁱᶜⁱᵃ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵃⁿᵍᵉˡⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ⁱˢˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒʳᶠᵘ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱᵐᵖʳⁱˢᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ⸴ ʰᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒʳᶠᵘ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒʳⁿ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵇʸ ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡˢ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ ᴹᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃˡᵉʳ ⁽ʰᵉᵇʳᵉʷ⁾ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ
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‧
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
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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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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✩。:*•.───── ❁ ❁ ─────.•*:。✩ ♡ "𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡." ♡. ✩。:*•.───── ❁ ❁ ─────.•*:。✩
ᴾᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵃᵈᵉ ᶠᵃʳᵉʷᵉˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧‧‧ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ‧ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉ‧ ᴺᵒ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴶᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ⸴ 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‧
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‧
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‧
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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‧
𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷'𝓼 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝓻𝔂 ♡♡♡
⚜️⛪🌩️ HEAVEN 🌩️⛪⚜️
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‧
"Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream." — Euripides ❤ ♥ ꧁꧂
ʚ♡ɞ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ༊*·˚
♥𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 ℒ𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♥•*¨*•.¸¸.•*¨*•♥ ❤ 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 ❤ 𝐼𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎❤ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊
𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣤⡤⠤⢤⣤⣀⡀⠀⠐⠒⡄⠀⡠⠒⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⠤⠤⣤⣤⣤⡄ ⠈⠻⣿⡤⠤⡏⠀⠉⠙⠲⣄⠀⢰⢠⠃⢀⡤⠞⠋⠉⠈⢹⠤⢼⣿⠏⠀ ⠀⠀⠘⣿⡅⠓⢒⡤⠤⠀⡈⠱⣄⣼⡴⠋⡀⠀⠤⢤⡒⠓⢬⣿⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣯⣐⢷⣀⣀⢤⡥⢾⣿⠷⢥⠤⣀⣀⣞⣢⣽⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢙⣿⠝⠀⢁⠔⡨⡺⡿⡕⢔⠀⡈⠐⠹⣟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢼⣟⢦⢶⢅⠜⢰⠃⠀⢹⡌⢢⣸⠦⠴⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣇⡬⡌⢀⡟⠀⠀⠀⢷⠀⣧⢧⣵⣿⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⢻⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠄⠀⠀⠀
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.♥. (¯`v´¯) ....♥ Close to my Heart `*.¸.*.♥.✿´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡
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‧
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‧
𝐹𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ᥫ᭡.
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ᴶᵃᶜᵏ ᴬ ᴬᵇᵇᵒᵗᵗ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ²⁴ ᴬᵘᵍ ¹⁹⁵⁹ ⱽⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹³ ᴼᶜᵗ ¹⁹⁶² ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ³⁾ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵈʳᵒʷⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵗʰᵗᵘᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵃˡ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵃⁿ ᴹᵃᵗᵉᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᶜᵃˡⁱᶠᵒʳⁿⁱᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒˡᵐᵃ⸴ ᔆᵃⁿ ᴹᵃᵗᵉᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᶜᵃˡⁱᶠᵒʳⁿⁱᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ
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
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
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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!
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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.
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 ᴹᵒˡⁱᵒ ᴬˡˡᵉᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉ ¹²⁰ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴾᵃʳⁱˢʰ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱˡᵐᵒʳⁱᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰʸᵃʳᵈ ᴵˢˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴮᵘᵗᵉ⸴ ᴬʳᵍʸˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴮᵘᵗᵉ⸴ ᔆᶜᵒᵗˡᵃⁿᵈ
ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀⁱᵗᵘˢ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ²⁶ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ; ²³ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴬᵘˢᵗʳᵃˡⁱᵃ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴰⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵘ́ˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᵖᵒˢᵗˡᵉ‧ ᴿᵉᶜⁱᵖⁱᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶜᵃˡ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵘ́ˡ‧ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ᶜʳᵉᵗᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᶜ‧⁹⁶ ᵃᵗ ᴳᵒʳʸⁿᵃ⸴ ᶜʳᵉᵗᵉ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵗᵉ
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.
❤ ❤ 🅴🆃🅴🆁🅽🅰🅻 🅻🅾🆅🅸🅽🅶 🅼🅴🅼🅾🆁🆈 ❤ ♥ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ α♡ѕнαρє∂♡нσℓє♡ιη♡му♡нєαят ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩ♥ (✿◠‿◠)
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 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
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‧
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.
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‧
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''𝐼𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒''.... "𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙" ❤
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November 17, 2013 It's hard to forget Someone who gave you So much to remember.
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๑❤๑♥๑ "In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous." — Aristotle ๑❤๑♥๑ ꧁꧂
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Feb 21, 2014 03:55 PM Anesthesia has been referred to as a reversible coma. When coming out of anesthesia in recovery, most people experience a profound sense of confusion and disorientation. It takes a while for the brain to actually wake up, even after you are conscious. Most people don't remember much after the pre-op sedative has been given. You may need a type of anesthesia where you lose consciousness. You can experience confusion as you “wake up” after the procedure with this type of anesthesia. It holds several different purposes depending on the procedure — sometimes to relieve pain, to “knock” you unconscious or to induce amnesia so you have no memory or feeling of a medical procedure. General anesthesia knocks you out completely, while local anesthesia is only applied to certain body parts or patches of skin. General anesthesia involves going into a coma-like state. It’s like being asleep. You will not be aware of what’s happening around you or feel pain. You will receive this type through an IV or mask. The surgeon will monitor you throughout the procedure and adjust medications as needed so you don’t wake up. It’s likely you’ll have no memory of the procedure. The anesthesia used to put you into an unconscious state can take some time to wear off, even as you become more awake after the procedure. You may experience: drowsiness confusion weakness uncoordinated movements lack of control of what you say blurry vision memory problems These side effects should be temporary. It may take 1 to 2 days to fully regain all your thinking abilities. In some cases, you can experience postoperative delirium. This can cause you to feel “out of it” for a longer period of time. Conscious sedation and general anesthesia can affect your short-term memory. You may not remember anything you say or do during the procedure or immediately after it.
Sat June 26th, 2010 at 8:56pm There's a homeless man that comes to church at least once a day. He always sits in the back and prays and sings alone. One day, my daughter got up and left our pew, grabbed this man’s hand, & led him to our pew and told him “no one should have to pray alone.” Her acceptance & love for everyone GMH
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM ii (Autistic author) His eye took a moment to focus on her, and when it did, she saw a flicker of confusion, followed by a glimmer of recognition. "Karen?" he repeated, his voice still faint. "Yes, it's me, Plankton. You're ok." But his gaze remained distant, his focus unsteady. "Where...where are we?" "We're at the hospital, sweetheart," Karen said softly, stroking his antenna. "You had an accident." The confusion in Plankton's eye grew, and he tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced him back down. "What kind of accident?" His voice was still weak, but there was an urgency to his words that hadn't been there before. Karen took a deep breath, her grip on his hand tightening. "Mr. Krabs...he hit you with a fry pan." The words tasted bitter but she had to tell him the truth. Plankton's eye widened slightly, and she watched as the puzzle pieces of the situation slowly clicked into place in his mind. "Krabby Patty," he murmured, his voice distant. "Yes, Plankton, you were trying to get the recipe again," Karen whispered, aching at the memory. "But it's over now. You need to rest." His eye searched hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of his old self, the cunning and ambitious man she had married. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a vacant stare. "Don't... don't remember," he mumbled, his antennas drooping. This wasn't the Plankton she knew, the one who schemed with a glint in his eye and a plan in his pocket. "It's ok, Plankton," she soothed, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Do you remember me?" Plankton's gaze remained steady for a moment, and then he nodded slowly. "Karen," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. But the spark of recognition was tinged with confusion, as if he wasn't quite sure how he knew her. Karen's felt like breaking into a million tiny pieces. But she knew she had to stay strong. For Plankton. For them. "You don't remember what happened, do you?" she asked gently. "What else do you remember?" Plankton's antennas twitched slightly, his eye searching hers. "Don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's chest tightened as she held back a sob. "It's ok," she reassured him, her voice shaky. "Do you remember your name?" she asked, her voice hopeful. He blinked slowly, his gaze fading in and out of focus, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. "Sheldon... Plankton?" The sound of his voice saying his own name brought a small smile to Karen's face. "Yes, that's right," she said, her voice filled with relief. "Do you remember where we live?" she continued, her tone gentle. Plankton's eye searched the ceiling of the hospital room, as if the answer was written there. "The Chum Bucket," he murmured, his voice unsure. Karen nodded, encouraged by his response. "Good, good," she said, smiling weakly. "What about our friends?" Again, the confusion clouded his gaze. "Friends?" he repeated, his voice tentative. "SpongeBob, Sandy...?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice soft. "Do you remember them?" Plankton's expression grew more distressed, his antennas drooping. "Square...SpongeBob. And a squirrel, yes?" He paused, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. Karen nodded, brimming with unshed tears. "Yes, SpongeBob SquarePants and Sandy Cheeks. They're friends." Plankton's antennas twitched as he processed the information, his brow furrowing with the effort. "Friends," he repeated, the word sounding foreign. Karen could see the gears turning in his tiny head, his brain desperately trying to make connections to his past. "Do you remember anything about your life before the accident?" Karen asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Plankton's eye searched hers, uncertain. "Life...before?" Her heart sank. "You know, our adventures, our home, our love?" He stared at her, his expression unreadable. "Love?" The word was barely a whisper. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice cracking. "We love each other. We've been married for a long time, and we've had so many adventures together." She paused, willing the words to resonate with him, to ignite a spark of memory. "Do you remember any of that?" Plankton's gaze remained vacant for a moment before he nodded slightly. "Married," he murmured, as if tasting the word for the first time. "To Karen." His antennas lifted slightly, a glimmer of something familiar flickering in his eye. "Karen Plankton computer wife." "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her voice thick with emotion. "Does that mean something to you?" she asked, her heart in her throat. He nodded slowly, his antennas waving slightly. "Computer wife," he murmured again, his voice gaining a hint of warmth. "Karen." Karen felt a flicker of hope. "Yes, Plankton, I'm your wife." She leaned closer, her voice gentle. "Do you remember anything about us?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Wife," he said slowly, his voice a faint echo of the man she knew. "Wife...Karen. Married July 31, 1999." That was their wedding day, a date they had celebrated every year since. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choking. "We got married on July 31, 1999." The hospital room felt thick with silence as she waited for his next words. Plankton's eye searched the room, his antennas twitching as he tried to piece together the shards of his past. "Plankton, can you tell me about yourself?" Karen asked, her voice gentle. "What do you like to do?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Invent," he said, his voice still weak but with a hint of pride. "Science?" The words came out as a question, as if he wasn't quite sure of his own identity. "Yes," Karen said, her voice brightening slightly. "You're a genius inventor. You've made so many wonderful things." She paused, hoping to see some spark of recognition in his eye. "Do you remember any of your inventions?" Plankton's antennas waved in the air, as if searching for the memories that remained elusive. "Inventions," he murmured, his single eye searching the ceiling. "Gadgets...machines." "That's right," Karen encouraged, squeezing his hand. "You've created so many amazing machines. Can you describe one of them?" He blinked, his antennas stilling for a moment. "Chum...Chum Dispenser 3000," he said, his voice picking up a bit. "It makes...makes food for fishies." Karen's smile grew despite the pain. The Chum Dispenser 3000 was one of his earlier inventions, a failed attempt to lure customers to their restaurant, but it was a testament to his ingenuity. "That's wonderful, Plankton," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "How about something more recent?" she prompted, eager to see how much of their shared history remained with him. Plankton's antennas twitched as his brain worked overtime. "Um... the Incredibubble," he said, his voice picking up speed as he talked. "It's a bubble that can shrink things down to microscopic size." Karen felt a jolt of excitement. "That's right!" she exclaimed, squeezing his hand. "You used it to get to find a secret plan." Plankton's gaze remained distant, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eye. "Computer... plan?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice shaking. "We've had so many adventures together, Plankton. We've faced so much together." He nodded, his antennas twitching slightly. "Together," he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. "Do you remember any of those adventures?" Karen asked, her voice trembling. "Adventures?" Plankton's eye flickered, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. "With Karen... wife?" "Yes, with me. We've traveled the ocean, faced so many challenges together." The doctor came in. "You can go home now," he said. Karen nodded, never leaving Plankton's face. She had spoken to the doctor about his condition, about the autism, but she still wasn't sure how to process it all. How would their life change now? "Come on, Plankton," she said, helping him sit up gently. "Let's get you home." She buckles him into his side of the car, his newfound passivity making the usual struggle unnecessary. The engine of the tiny vehicle roars to life, and Karen guides them out of the hospital parking lot. The ride back to the Chum Bucket is quiet, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine and the occasional splash from the waves outside. Karen keeps glancing at Plankton, his antennas listless as he stares out the window. His mind seems to be somewhere else, lost in a world of his own making. When they arrive, she helps Plankton out of the car and supports him as they make their way to the door. The neon sign flickers in the gloom, casting erratic shadows across the sand. The once bustling environment now feels eerie and desolate. Karen's mind is racing with thoughts of how to make this place feel like home again for Plankton.
♱☩𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲☩♱ “𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲” 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝-𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬-𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥. „𝐖𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟ü𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧.“
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Anesthesia/Sedation: The surgeon or anesthesiologist administers general anesthesia, making you “sleep” without recalling the procedure. Your vitals like bľood pressure and heart rate are monitored. You’ll be sleepy. Nitrous Oxide (Laughing Gas): Quick to take effect and wear off, this gas keeps you calm and comfortable but awake and responsive. Many sedatives also induce amnesia, so won’t remember the procedure. You can still respond during the procedure but likely won’t recall it, as you might not remember the visit. General Anesthesia: it puts you to sleep during the procedure. Your vitals are closely watched, and you’ll wake up after without any memory of the work. It renders unconscious with no memory of the procedure. Post-treatment, they may experience altered sensations.
General anaesthesia is a state of controlled unconsciousness. During a general anaesthetic, medicines are used to send you to sleep, so you're unaware of surgery and do not move or feel pain while it's carried out. General anaesthesia is used for surgical procedures where it's safer or more comfortable for you to be unconscious. It's usually used for long operations or those that would otherwise be very painful. Just before you have surgery, you'll usually be taken to a room where your anaesthetist will give you the general anaesthetic. It will either be given as a: liquid that's injected into your veins through a cannula (a thin, plastic tube that feeds into a vein, usually on the back of your hand) gas that you breathe in through a mask The anaesthetic should take effect very quickly. The anaesthetist will stay with you throughout the procedure. They'll make sure you continue to receive the anaesthetic and that you stay in a controlled state of unconsciousness. They'll also give you painkilling medicine into your veins, so that you're comfortable when you wake up. Recovery After your operation, the anaesthetist will stop the anaesthetic and you'll gradually wake up. You'll usually be in a recovery room at first, before being transferred to a ward. General anaesthetics can affect your memory, concentration and reflexes for a day or two, so it's important for a responsible adult to stay with you for at least 24 hours after your operation, if you're allowed to go home.
𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢; 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯
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General anesthesia is a combination of medications that provide loss of consciousness, prevent memory formation, and eliminate pain. This allows a patient to have surgery without any memory of the event and to be completely pain free during the procedure. Most will get a little silly and lightheaded, thence may not even remember things about. The goal of general anesthesia is to make a person unconscious and keep him or her that way throughout a procedure. This is so the patient has no awareness or recollection of this procedure, so they have no knowledge it even happened. General anesthesia does a number of things on top of making a person unconscious. It relieves anxiety, minimizes pain, relaxes muscles (to keep the patient still), and helps block out the memory of the procedure itself. Most of the time, when you wake up and the anesthesia effect wears off, you will be confused and overwhelmed, even completely unaware of surroundings. Some will be talking without knowing what they’re saying.
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Three broad categories of anesthesia exist: General anesthesia suppresses central nervous system activity and results in unconsciousness and total lack of sensation, using either injected or inhaled dr*gs. General anesthesia (as opposed to sedation or regional anesthesia) has three main goals: lack of movement (paralƴsıs), unconsciousness, and blunting of the stress response. Sedation suppresses the central nervous system to a lesser degree, inhibiting both anxıety and creation of long-term memories without resulting in unconsciousness. Sedation (also referred to as dissociative anesthesia or twilight anesthesia) creates hypnotic, sedative, anxiolytic, amnesic, anticonvulsant, and centrally produced muscle-relaxing properties. From the perspective of the person giving the sedation, the patıents appear sleepy, relaxed and forgetful, allowing unpleasant procedures to be more easily completed. From the perspective of the subject receiving a sedative, the effect is a feeling of general relaxation, amnesia (loss of memory) and time pass1ng quickly. Regional and local anesthesia block transmission of nerve impulses from a specific part of the bødy. Depending on the situation, this may be used either on it's own (in which case the individual remains fully conscious), or in combination with general anesthesia or sedation. When paın is blocked from a part of the bødy using local anesthetics, it is generally referred to as regional anesthesia. There are many types of regional anesthesia either by ınjectıons into the tissue itself, a vein that feeds the area or around a nerve trunk that supplies sensation to the area. The latter are called nerve blocks and are divided into peripheral or central nerve blocks. Local anesthesia is simple infiltration by the clinician directly onto the region of interest (e.g. numbing a tooth for dental work). Peripheral nerve blocks use dr*gs targeted at peripheral nerves to anesthetize an isolated part of the bødy, such as an entire limb. Neuraxial blockade, mainly epidural and spinal anesthesia, can be performed in the region of the central nervous system itself, suppressing all incoming sensation from nerves supplying the area of the block. Most general anaesthetics are ınduced either intravenously or by inhalation. Anaesthetic agents may be administered by various routes, including inhalation, ınjectıons (intravenously, intramuscular, or subcutaneous) Agent concentration measurement: anaesthetic machines typically have monitors to measure the percentage of inhalational anaesthetic agents used as well as exhalation concentrations. In order to prolong unconsciousness for the duration of surgery, anaesthesia must be maintained. Electroencephalography, entropy monitoring, or other systems may be used to verify the depth of anaesthesia. At the end of surgery, administration of anaesthetic agents is discontinued. Recovery of consciousness occurs when the concentration of anaesthetic in the braın drops below a certain level (this occurs usually within 1 to 30 minutes, mostly depending on the duration of surgery) The duration of action of intravenous induction agents is generally 5 to 10 minutes, after which spontaneous recovery of consciousness will occur. Emergence is the return to baseline physiologic function of all organ systems after the cessation of general anaesthetics. This stage may be accompanied by temporary neurologic phenomena, such as agitated emergence (acute mental confusion), aphasia (impaired production or comprehension of speech), or focal impairment in sensory or motor function.
ℑ𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔴𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯, 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔫
𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫
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
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
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“𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰.” 𝓢𝓽. 𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓢𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓪
𝐂𝐂𝐂 𝟏𝟔𝟔𝟕 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲.
𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖯 𝗉𝗍. 𝟥 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖠𝖡𝖴𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲) 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. "𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒. "𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅?" "𝖠 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗇, 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀..." "𝟤𝟦 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖨 𝗄𝗇-" 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. "𝖭𝗈 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝟤𝟥 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝟧𝟨 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝟦 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀!" 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? "𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋. "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅?" 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉. "𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝖿. 𝖥𝗂𝗑." 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. "𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝗂𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿. 𝖫𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅." 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗌. "𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗒. "𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾?" 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. "𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿. 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽. "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. "𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿. "𝖶𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾." 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗒. "𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆. "𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇?" 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, "𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄." 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅. 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒; 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇? 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋. 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾? 𝖠 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗆𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺? 𝖭𝗈, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒'𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖼𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗉," 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. "𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾? "𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁? 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼.. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝖵 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾? 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆? "𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍.." 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. "𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝖨𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝖽-𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋. "𝖠𝖼𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒," 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽. "𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖨𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈, 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋... 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋. "𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾?" 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌," 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝖾, "𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝖺𝖻𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. "𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?" 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. "𝖨𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝖽," 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽. "𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋. 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. "𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇?" 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. "𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇," 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾, "𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋." 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄. "𝖲𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽." 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. "𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. "𝖶𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺..." 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. "𝖥𝗂𝗑, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖭𝗈 '𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾' 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌." 𝖲𝗈 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇; 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗄. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖽.." 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. "𝖡𝖾𝖽," 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌. "𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉." 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌. 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋. "𝖫𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗈," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉. "𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇. "𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇," 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾. "𝖲𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. "𝖢𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗄," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. "𝖶𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍." 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽. "𝖥𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾," 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽. "𝖮𝗎𝗍. 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. "𝖸𝖾𝗌. 𝖶𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌." 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. "𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌," 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒. "𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌." 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇. "𝖱𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽. "𝖶𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐." 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.
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June 11, 2014 • Anesthesia induces a deep state of unconsciousness in a matter of seconds, but it can take several hours to return to normal after waking. Many people experience confusion, sleepiness, and even delirium. Consciousness is the awareness of subjective states such as emotion, inner thoughts, ideas, intentions, and mental states. Without consciousness, an organism has no awareness, while consciousness is often explained as the awareness of emotion, the ability to think and to remember past events and anticipate current ones. General anesthesia affects your entire body. Other types of anesthesia affect specific regions. Most people are awake during operations with local or regional anesthesia. General anesthesia dampens stimulation, knocks you unconscious and keeps you from moving during the operation. General anesthesia has 3 main stages: going under (induction), staying under (maintenance) and recovery (emergence). A specially trained anesthesiologist or nurse anesthetist gives you the proper doses and continuously monitors your vital signs—such as heart rate, body temperature, blood pressure and breathing. The first is an inability to remember things, but can’t recall them after waking up. Next, patients lose the ability to respond. Finally they go into deep sedation. General anesthesia looks more like a coma—a reversible coma. You lose awareness and the ability to feel pain, form memories and move. Once you’ve become unconscious, the anesthesiologist uses monitors and medications to keep you that way. Lack of Consciousness. Keeps you from being aware of your surroundings. Analgesia. Blocks your ability to feel pain. Amnesia. Prevents formation of memories. Loss of Movement. Relaxes your muscles and keeps you still during surgery. Stable Body Functions.
1. Minimal sedation (anxiolysis) 1. 2. Moderate sedation (conscious sedation) 2. 3. Deep sedation 3. 1.You will have a small amount of a sedative 2.You will have a little more sedative 3.You will have a higher dose of one or more sedatives 1.You will feel relaxed and less worried by what is happening around you 2.You will feel very relaxed and sleepy 3.You will sleep during most of your treatment 1.You will be awake and able to talk normally 2.You will be sleepy but can talk normally and follow simple instructions if asked 3.You will sleep and be unlikely to talk during most of your treatment 1.You are likely to remember having your treatment, but not all the detail 2.You may remember some parts of your treatment 3.You are unlikely to remember much of your treatment – the level of sedation will be adjusted as needed 1.Minimal sedation should not affect your breathing 2.Moderate sedation should not affect your breathing 3.Your breathing may slow down. Your sedationist will monitor and help if needed. What are the benefits if sedation is an option for your treatment? Sedation works quickly and the dose can be adjusted so you get just the right amount. It allows you to be relaxed during your treatment. You may not remember much about your treatment afterwards. For some procedures, it is possible to give sedation instead of a general anaesthetic, which may be helpful for patients with some medical problems. What are the alternatives to sedation? A general anaesthetic: you will be fully unconscious throughout and will have no memory of the procedure. Local anaesthetic without any sedation: you will be fully awake during your treatment, but will be comfortable. A screen can be placed to stop you seeing the procedure. When we asked some patients what it felt like, some answers were: ‘I felt very spaced out and dreamy.’ ‘I thought I had been awake during it all, but I must have drifted off at times as suddenly it was an hour later.’ ‘I felt really relaxed and happy.’ ‘It was weird – I felt very detached from what was happening around me.’
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