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𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦-
- 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑝 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.

"I know you can read; here it is, in the original Dominionese even. It seems your people have written you off, for good."
-𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛.

"I find this difficult to believe, Warden...given your frequent record of being wrong."

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑-
-𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑦, 𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, "Apparently a pool of Changelings were found on some forsaken planet in Cardassian space, Starfleet suspects this proclaimation is directed at them...but your precious brethren didn't bother to exempt 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛-
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑.

"I've got a bit of news for you, something you might even care about. Word is that the Dominion has branded all Changelings in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants rogues." 𝑠ℎ𝑒-
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑

"As much as I disagree with it, a Starfleet researcher is coming here to interview you and get imput on Changelings," 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑, 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑏 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟, "I expect you to behave accordingly."
-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘋𝘕𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.
-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳.

𝘈 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭...𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴-
-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦-
-𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰. 𝘖𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨-
-𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴-
-𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮...𝘢𝘯𝘥-
-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰-𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 '𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥' 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦-
-𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺.

𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳...

𝘈𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥-
𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵-
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔
-𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵."
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵."

𝘈 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨-
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑.

𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛...𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠
𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦
-𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘛'𝘗𝘢𝘶, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"𝘋𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵? 𝘖𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴?"

"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘪𝘯 13114'𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵."
𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯.

"𝘞𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 -
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