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Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	21	Speed	25
Stamina	24	Smarts	27
Agility	27	Skill	7
Total Stats:		131

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 6 months old
Hunger	20%
Mood	90%
Sex	Male
Personality	Chivalrous (Good)

Breeding Info
Father	𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 (Deceased)	Mother	Hare'Skipper (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dinar (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 6: Shard Hyena Blots Heavy (29%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Red Zebra (29%) Tier 6 Slot 8: Shard Feline (45%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Gilded Crackle (53%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Feline 6 Elysian (36%) Tier 5
Genetics	Golden Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Jet
Mane Type	Barbary
Mane Color	Chatoyant
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Primordial Spring Above Screaming Rabbit Relic Punk Rabbit Headwrap Below Ionised Gas

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	11	Total Stats Gained	14	Total Items Gained	6

Biography
…𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤; 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧… …𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙… …𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩, 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝙐𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙥 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩, 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩… …𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙡! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨… “𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?!” 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙗… “𝙄— 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚!” 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙. “𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙝𝙢? 𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.” 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙; 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. “𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛!” 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪; 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩.. “𝙊𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙄’𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙮—“ 𝘼𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨. 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮; 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧…

Biography

…𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤; 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧…

…𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙…

…𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩, 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝙐𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙥 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩, 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩…

…𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙡! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨…

“𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?!” 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙗…
“𝙄— 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚!” 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙.

“𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙝𝙢? 𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.” 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙; 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
“𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛!” 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪; 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩..

“𝙊𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙄’𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙮—“
𝘼𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨. 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮; 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧…

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