𝚄𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒.

𝙴 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘' 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎.

𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒 𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘' 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚘' 𝚜𝚊𝚒? 𝙻𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚘' 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚘.
𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚘, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚎' 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒. 𝙲𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚒 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒, 𝚌𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘.

𝙴 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊' 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚒, 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊' 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕' 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘  𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚊.

𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊.

𝚄𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚘' 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘' 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒 "𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎".

𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙴𝙼𝙴

𝙸𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒  𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊.

𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊' 𝚎 "𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒", 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊' 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚃𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚕ì.

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝙻ì 𝚀𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝙿𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝙻ì𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜!