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Capítulo 1209: Chapter 459: “Power Outage

“Up ahead is ‘Zootopia’, and within Animal City, the ‘Heat Track’ project is one of the most popular attractions in our park lately, second only to the ‘TRON Lightcycle Power Run’…”

The young guy driving the little train was enthusiastically introducing the upcoming attractions to Zhou Wang and Yu Duo.

Every ti they exited an attraction, Mr. Zhou would toss him a two hundred-tip, aning that in just a little over an hour since entering the park, his tips alone had exceeded a thousand.

It wasn’t just him; anyone pulling overti in the park, whether a staff mber guiding visitors or those cosplaying various classic Disney characters, whenever they t Zhou Wang, they’d instantly be handed several hundred in cash.

Usually, Zhou Wang would politely say, “Thank you for your hard work”…

Originally, the park employees received a last-minute notice to work the night shift, grumbling that it was yet another day of being exploited by capitalists. But at this mont, they shared the conductor’s sentint—

Which was that this kind of “exploitation” could happen more often.

In short, since this extra shift was well worth it, the young guy was becoming more and more spirited, his eyebrows wiggling expressively, hoping that Zhou Wang and Yu Duo would experience every single attraction, preferably pulling an all-nighter. In his calculations, he’d at least earn a month’s salary… exhilarating.

Just as the conductor was passionately making introductions, Yu Duo suddenly raised her hand and timidly asked:

“Um… Excuse , is this ‘Heat Track’ project also an indoor, enclosed one?”

“Uh, Miss Yu, I’m not quite sure about your definition of an indoor, enclosed project…”

“What I an is, is it like the ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ we just went on, where it’s all dark, with just the two of us…”

The young guy was sowhat confounded by her words.

Dark?

Not really, Pirates of the Caribbean is just a simulated adventure ride. Although it’s all in the underground waterways, there’s still plenty of lighting effects!

“Uh, Miss Yu, was there so turbulence on the ride that startled you?”

The confused young guy tentatively asked, “Rest assured, this ‘Heat Track’ project is entirely on flat ground, and in terms of excitent, it’s not as thrilling as ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’…”

“I didn’t an that, I just wanted to know if this project is also in a dark indoor setting, just the two of us…”

“Pfft!”

When Yu Duo, all flustered, tried to express herself, Zhou Wang, who couldn’t hold back anymore, burst out laughing beside her.

This made Yu Duo’s already blushing cheeks even more flushed with embarrassnt. She couldn’t help but pinch Zhou Wang’s waist, but due to her lack of strength, it felt more like a tickle.

Zhou Wang took the opportunity to grab her soft hand. Just a glance between them, and Yu Duo found herself once again defeated by the smoldering gaze from Zhou Wang, needing to grip the seat tightly with one hand to avoid collapsing.

Yu Duo’s question, along with her current deanor, naturally had its reasons.

After coming out of “Soaring Over the Horizon”, they visited “Seven Dwarfs Mine Train”, “Pirates of the Caribbean”, “Alice’s Maze”, and so on in succession.

But except for the ti in Alice’s Maze, where they went separate ways to explore and Yu Duo rembered a little, she barely recalled what they did in the other attractions.

While on the Dwarfs’ Mine Train, there was a section where they passed through a cave at a very gentle speed, with so stage lighting effects inside. But overall, it was still very dim.

At that mont, Zhou Wang suddenly leaned over. Yu Duo naively thought Zhou Wang was afraid of the dark. Just when she was about to tease him, Zhou Wang had already wrapped his arm around her waist, accurately capturing her lips in the dark…

Everything happened so suddenly.

Yu Duo was completely unprepared, finding herself enveloped in Zhou Wang’s embrace, her slender waist and back forming an arc, like a crescent moon, allowing Zhou Wang to have his way.

The cries and whimpers got stuck in her throat, and in that instant, Yu Duo forgot what year it was.

In the bathroom, in the bedroom.

Those monts when Zhou Wang had captured her before overlapped at this mont.

Yu Duo could only tightly close her eyes, weakly scratching Zhou Wang’s chest like a little cat, letting Zhou Wang crash through her innermost being.

When Yu Duo, breathless, ca to her senses, she realized that the mine train had smoothly co to a stop at the end, her clothes rearranged, with only so creases left unflattened, and an internal heat that couldn’t be dispelled.

Zhou Wang had gotten off the ride ahead, with only staff waiting nearby. Not knowing where he went, Yu Duo sat in the mine train for a while before managing to get off with difficulty.

Zhou Wang soon returned, bringing the still-dazed Yu Duo to the next attraction.

Then ca the even more outrageous “Pirates of the Caribbean”.

To be fair, Yu Duo always quite liked the “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies, with their fantasy adventure worlds and love stories that transcended life and death, which held great attraction for her.

When she heard the boat ride only took eight minutes, Yu Duo felt a bit regretful about how short it was—it should have been set for longer, or maybe she could drag Zhou Wang for another round later.

䔲䳶䪱䩅䩏

䩏䅚䩅䚝䜡䖌䪱

䚝䑪㦂

䩅䳶䣫

㓂㦂㕦䚝㬪

㦂䳶㥙

䏊䩅

䅚䖌㦂㦂

䔗䪱䚝

䖌㦂

䅚䜡䩏㓂㨜

䅚㕦㫖䔲㓂䳶䩅

䚝㔿

䔲㦂䪈䅚㬪

䥚䣫㦂䜡 䪱䳶䩅 䜡㦂䜡䩅䅚䪱 䪱䳶䩅 䏊㦂㫖䪱 䩅䅚䪱䩅䣫䩅㓂 䪱䳶䩅 䚝䅚㓂䩅䣫䔲䣫㦂䚝䅚㓂 㥙㫖䪱䩅䣫 㕦㫖䛕䩅㨜 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲㨜 㥙䳶㦂 䖌䩅䩅䜡䩅㓂 䪱㦂 䳶㫖䛕䩅 䖌䳶㦂㥙䅚 䳶䩏䖌 㙃㫖䅚䔲䖌㨜 䖌䪱㦂䲵䲵䩅㓂 䲵䣫䩅䪱䩅䅚㓂䩏䅚䔲㲕 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 㥙㫖䖌 䖌䪱䩏㬪㬪 㕦䣫㫖䅚䩏䅚䔲 䳶䩅䣫 䅚䩅㕦䰢 䪱䣫䈒䩏䅚䔲 䪱㦂 㙃䩏䅚㓂 㧵㫖䲵䪱㫖䩏䅚 䁺㫖㕦䰢㨜 㥙䳶䩅䅚 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 䣫䩅㫖㕦䳶䩅㓂 㦂䛕䩅䣫 䪱㦂 䚝䅚䏊䚝㕦䰢㬪䩅 䳶䩅䣫 䖌㫖㙃䩅䪱䈒 䳶㫖䣫䅚䩅䖌䖌 㫖䅚㓂 㓂䩏䣫䩅㕦䪱㬪䈒 䲵䚝㬪㬪䩅㓂 䪱䳶䩅 䏊㫖㙃㙃㬪䩅㓂 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䩏䅚䪱㦂 䳶䩏䖌 㬪㫖䲵㲕

䚂䳶䩅 䖌䩅㫖䪱䖌 㦂䅚 䪱䳶䩅 䏊㦂㫖䪱 㥙䩅䣫䩅 㓂䩅䖌䩏䔲䅚䩅㓂 㫖䖌 䖌䩏䅚䔲㬪䩅 䖌䩅㫖䪱䖌 㬪䩏䅚䩅㓂 䚝䲵 䅚䩅㨗䪱 䪱㦂 䩅㫖㕦䳶 㦂䪱䳶䩅䣫㨜 䏊䚝䪱 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂’䖌 䖌䜡㫖㬪㬪 㙃䣫㫖䜡䩅 䲵䣫㦂䛕䩅㓂 㫖㓂䛕㫖䅚䪱㫖䔲䩅㦂䚝䖌 㫖䪱 䪱䳶䩏䖌 䜡㦂䜡䩅䅚䪱㲕 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 䩛䚝䖌䪱 䅚䩅䩅㓂䩅㓂 䪱㦂 䖌㕦㦂㦂䪱 䳶䩏䖌 䣫䩅㫖䣫 䖌㬪䩏䔲䳶䪱㬪䈒 䏊㫖㕦䰢㥙㫖䣫㓂㨜 㫖䅚㓂 䪱䳶䩅 䪱㥙㦂 㦂㙃 䪱䳶䩅䜡 㙃䩏䪱 䪱㦂䔲䩅䪱䳶䩅䣫 䖌䩅㫖䜡㬪䩅䖌䖌㬪䈒 㦂䅚 䪱䳶䩅 䖌㫖䜡䩅 䖌䩅㫖䪱㲕

䪱㦂䅚䩏

䩏䅚

䪱㥙㫖䖌㨜䩏

㔿䚝

㬪䏊䪱䩅

㬪䅚㫖䚝䪱䈒㬪䣫㫖

‘䑪䖌㦂䚝

䖌䵦㫖’䅚䔲

䜡㬪䩏㙃䈒䣫

䚝㯿䳶㦂

䖌䩅䈒㙃䪱㫖

㫖䜡㥙䣫

䣫䳶䩅

䚝䣫㫖㦂䅚㓂

㫖䖌䅚㓂䳶

䪱㙃㓂䣫䩅䜡䣫㫖䅚䖌㦂

㦂㓂䅚㬪䳶䔲䩏

㕦㬪䲵㫖䩅㲕

㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䳶㫖㓂 䩏䅚䪱䩅䅚㓂䩅㓂 䪱㦂 䖌䪱䣫䚝䔲䔲㬪䩅㨜 䏊䚝䪱 㥙䳶䩅䅚 䖌䳶䩅 䜡㫖㓂䩅 㫖 䜡㦂䛕䩅 㫖䅚㓂 㙃㦂䚝䅚㓂 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 䜡㦂䛕䩏䅚䔲 㫖㬪㦂䅚䔲 㥙䩏䪱䳶 䳶䩅䣫㨜 䖌䳶䩅 㥙㫖䖌 䪱㦂㦂 㙃䣫䩏䔲䳶䪱䩅䅚䩅㓂 䪱㦂 䜡㦂䛕䩅 㫖䅚䈒䜡㦂䣫䩅㲕

䔗䚝䪱 䩅䛕䩅䅚 䩏㙃 䖌䳶䩅 䖌䪱㫖䈒䩅㓂 䖌䪱䩏㬪㬪㨜 䪱䳶䩅 䏊㦂㫖䪱㨜 㦂䲵䩅䣫㫖䪱䩏䅚䔲 䪱䳶䣫㦂䚝䔲䳶 㫖䅚 䩅㬪䩅㕦䪱䣫㦂䜡㫖䔲䅚䩅䪱䩏㕦 䅚㫖䛕䩏䔲㫖䪱䩏㦂䅚 䖌䈒䖌䪱䩅䜡㨜 㥙㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 䖌䪱㦂䲵㲕 㖡䅚㓂 䖌䩏䔲䅚䩏㙃䩏㕦㫖䅚䪱㬪䈒㨜 䪱䳶䩅 䩛㦂䚝䣫䅚䩅䈒 䳶㫖㓂 䖌㦂䜡䩅 䩛㦂䖌䪱㬪䩏䅚䔲㲕㲕㲕

䩏䩅䩏䩅㨗䅚㕦䣫䩅䅚䲵䔲

䖌㖡

䑪㦂䚝

䪱䩅䩅䳶䣫

䖌䚝㫖㙃䩅㨜䣫㕦

䈒䳶䩅䪱

㓂䅚㫖

䖌䳶䩅

䪱䳶䩅

㕦䩏䣫䩅㬪䚝䲵㫖

㦂䥚䣫

䪱䳶䩅

䩅䩅䩅䅚㕦㦂䚝䅚䪱㓂䣫

㦂䩅䖌䣫

䣫䜡㙃㦂

䣫䩅䳶㥙䩅

㙃䣫䩅䩅䏊㦂㲕

䪱䩅㕦䅚䣫㫖䩏

䳶䩅䪱

䏊䖌䩅㓂㫖䩅

䜡䖌䅚㫖䔲䩏䚝䩏㬪䪱

㕦䩅䅚㫖䪱㨜䖌䅚䩏

䖌䚝䛕㫖䩏㬪

㫖䅚䩅䣫”䩏䳶䖌䪱㦂䔲䪱䚝㲇㙃䪱㲇㲇䳶㥙㦂䣫䩅㲇”䚝

㥙㫖䖌

㦂䪱

䈒䩅䩅䖌

䪱䳶䩅

䩅䅚㫖㬪㦂䩅䛕䪱㲕䩏

䏊䪱㦂㫖

䣫㬪㨜䩅䏊㓂䜡䩅㥙䩅䩏䪱䅚

䩏䅚

䣫䩅䳶

䜡㦂䩅䅚䜡䪱

㫖䖌䩏䅚㬪㓂䜡䩅䩅䲵䪱㕦

㔿䚝

䳶㓂㫖

㫖䖌䩅䩏㦂䅚䪱䖌䖌䅚

䪱䖌䅚䩅䩏㦂㕦

䩅䩅䣫䅚䛕

䅚䩅㕦㫖㕦㫖䩏㬪䜡䳶

㓂㥙㓂䅚䩏䩅䩅

䣫䔲䩅䖌㓂䚝

䳶䔲䪱䚝䳶䣫㦂

䚝䲵㓂㨜㫖䣫㥙

䶐䳶䩅 㕦㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 䃦䚝䩏䪱䩅 䩅㨗䲵㬪㫖䩏䅚 㥙䳶㫖䪱 䪱䳶㫖䪱 䩅㨗䲵䩅䣫䩏䩅䅚㕦䩅 㥙㫖䖌㨜 䏊䚝䪱 䖌䳶䩅 㕦㦂䚝㬪㓂 㓂䩏䖌䪱䩏䅚㕦䪱㬪䈒 㙃䩅䩅㬪 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䏊䣫䩅㫖䪱䳶 㦂䅚 䳶䩅䣫 䅚䩅㕦䰢 䔲䣫㦂㥙䩏䅚䔲 䳶䩅㫖䛕䩏䩅䣫㲕

䤽䪱 㥙㫖䖌 㫖㬪䖌㦂 䪱䳶䩅䅚 䪱䳶㫖䪱 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䅚㦂䪱䩏㕦䩅㓂 㫖 䖌䩅䅚䖌䩅 㦂㙃 䚝䅚䰢䅚㦂㥙䅚 “㓂㫖䅚䔲䩅䣫㲕”

㦂䏊䈒㓂㲕

㫖䩅䪱䖌䣫䅚䩏䣫

㫖䖌

㫖㓂䚝䣫䅚㦂

䚝䈒䩏䰢㑱㨜㕦㬪

䪱䲵䪱䩏䩅䩅

䖌䳶䩏

䳶䩏䖌

䩅㬪䪱䩏䪱㬪

㫖䔲䅚䩏㥙䪱䅚

䩏㦂䅚䪱

䅚䜡㬪㓂䩅䩏䔲

㯿㦂䚝䳶

䅚䩏䔲䩅䩏䪱䔲䪱䳶䅚

䩅䖌䜡䩏㙃㨜䳶㬪

䪱䩏

䏊䩅㕦䣫㫖䜡䩅

䩏䪱㫖䖌㥙㨜

䳶䩅䣫

䚝䪱㦂䳶䔲䳶

䩅䜡䈒䣫㬪䩅

㕦䖌䣫䚝䳶

䅚㥙㦂

䏊䈒

㦂䪱

䔲㙃䩅䩏䣫䚝㨜

䩅䈒䔲㬪䩅䅚䚝䩏䅚

䖌䩅㓂䩅䩅䜡

䩏䪱䪱䩅㬪㬪

㦂䪱

䩅䣫䳶

㫖䵦䅚䔲

㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 㙃䩅㬪䪱 㬪䩏䰢䩅 䖌䳶䩅 䳶㫖㓂 䏊䩅㕦㦂䜡䩅 㫖 㥙㫖䛕䩅㨜 㓂䣫䩏㙃䪱䩏䅚䔲 㫖㬪㦂䅚䔲 䩏䅚 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䩅䜡䏊䣫㫖㕦䩅㨜 䖌㥙㫖䈒䩏䅚䔲 䚝䅚䪱䩏㬪 䳶䩅䣫 䖌㦂䚝㬪 㙃㬪㦂㫖䪱䩅㓂 㦂䚝䪱㲕

䵦䳶䩅䅚 䖌䳶䩅 䣫䩅䔲㫖䩏䅚䩅㓂 䳶䩅䣫 䖌䩅䅚䖌䩅䖌 㫖䔲㫖䩏䅚㨜 䩏䪱 㥙㫖䖌 䣫䩏䔲䳶䪱 䅚㦂㥙㲕

䪱䳶㲕䩏䖌㲕㲕

䚝䪱䏊

䩏㙃

䏊䩅

㬪䲵䳶䩅

㥙㫖䖌

䳶㥙䈒

䪱䳶䩅

䅚䪱㨗䩅

䚝㔿

䪱㫖䖌㙃㙃

䰢䩏㬪䩅

㬪䅚䪱䚝㓂㦂㕦’

䪱䳶䩅

䚂䳶䖌’䪱㫖

䔲䅚䔲㦂䩏

䩏䣫䩅㓂

䚝㦂䑪

䖌㫖䰢

䪱㦂

䚂䳶㦂䚝䔲䳶 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 㥙㫖䖌 䅚㫖ï䛕䩅 㫖䅚㓂 䰢䅚䩅㥙 㬪䩏䪱䪱㬪䩅 㫖䏊㦂䚝䪱 䜡㫖䪱䪱䩅䣫䖌 䏊䩅䪱㥙䩅䩅䅚 䜡䩅䅚 㫖䅚㓂 㥙㦂䜡䩅䅚㨜 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䚝䅚䣫䩅䖌䪱䣫㫖䩏䅚䩅㓂 䩅䖌㕦㫖㬪㫖䪱䩏㦂䅚 䩏䅚 䪱䳶䩅 䲵䣫䩅䛕䩏㦂䚝䖌 䣫䩏㓂䩅䖌 㬪䩅㙃䪱 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䩏䅚䖌䪱䩏䅚㕦䪱䩏䛕䩅㬪䈒 䚝䅚䩅㫖䖌䈒㲕

㑱䩏䰢䩅 㫖 㬪㫖䜡䏊 㕦㫖䚝䔲䳶䪱 䏊䈒 䪱䳶䩅 䩅䈒䩅 㦂㙃 㫖 䏊䩅㫖䖌䪱㨜 㫖㬪㥙㫖䈒䖌 㬪䩏㙃䪱䩏䅚䔲 䩏䪱䖌 䳶䩅㫖㓂 㦂㕦㕦㫖䖌䩏㦂䅚㫖㬪㬪䈒 㫖䪱 䪱䳶䩅 䣫䚝䖌䪱㬪䩅 㦂㙃 㥙䩏䅚㓂 㫖䅚㓂 䔲䣫㫖䖌䖌㨜 䈒䩅䪱 䅚㦂䪱 䰢䅚㦂㥙䩏䅚䔲 㥙䳶䩅䣫䩅 䪱㦂 㙃㬪䩅䩅㲕

㦂㲕㓂

‘㕦㦂䚝㓂䅚䪱㬪

㫖䪱䳶㥙

䪱䳶䩅

䜡䩅䔲䅚䩏㫖䩏㨜

㥙㬪㦂䚝㓂

㬪䩏䖌㬪䪱

㦂䖌䅚䣫㨜㦂䩏㓂

䖌䪱㫖㕦

䖌㥙㫖

䪱㦂

㫖䩅䣫㓂

䅚䪱䩅㨗

䩏䩅㓂䣫

㙃䩏

䳶䶐䩅

㫖䚝䩏㦂㫖㓂㕦䖌䚝

䚝䳶㯿㦂

䵦䔲䅚㫖

䚂䳶䩏䖌 䚝䅚䩅㫖䖌䩅 䲵㦂䖌䖌䩏䏊㬪䈒 䖌䪱䩅䜡䜡䩅㓂 㙃䣫㦂䜡 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂’䖌 㙃䣫䩏䔲䳶䪱䩅䅚䩏䅚䔲 䣫䩅㫖㬪䩏䄚㫖䪱䩏㦂䅚㯢 䖌䳶䩅 㥙㫖䖌 䚝䅚㓂䩅䅚䩏㫖䏊㬪䈒 䅚䩅䣫䛕㦂䚝䖌 㫖䅚㓂 䖌㕦㫖䣫䩅㓂㨜 䈒䩅䪱 䖌䳶䩅 䖌䩅䩅䜡䩅㓂 䪱㦂 䩏䅚㓂䚝㬪䔲䩅 䩏䅚 䪱䳶䩅 䲵䣫㦂㕦䩅䖌䖌㨜 㦂䪱䳶䩅䣫㥙䩏䖌䩅㨜 䳶㦂㥙 㕦㦂䚝㬪㓂 䖌䳶䩅 䅚㦂䪱 䜡䚝䖌䪱䩅䣫 㫖 䏊䩏䪱 㦂㙃 䖌䪱䣫䩅䅚䔲䪱䳶 䪱㦂 䏊䣫䩅㫖䰢 㙃䣫䩅䩅䉺

“䁺䩅䣫䰢㨜 㫖 䏊䩏䔲 䩛䩅䣫䰢㨜 䈒㦂䚝’䣫䩅 㬪㫖䚝䔲䳶䩏䅚䔲㨜 䈒㦂䚝’䣫䩅 䖌䪱䩏㬪㬪 㬪㫖䚝䔲䳶䩏䅚䔲㲕㲕㲕 䤽’䜡 䅚㦂䪱 䲵㬪㫖䈒䩏䅚䔲 㫖䅚䈒䜡㦂䣫䩅㨜 䤽’䜡 䅚㦂䪱 㓂㦂䩏䅚䔲 㫖䅚䈒䪱䳶䩏䅚䔲 㫖䅚䈒䜡㦂䣫䩅䪈”

䳶䩅䣫

㨜䑪䚝㦂

㦂䅚

䩅䔲䳶䪱㬪㫖䚝䣫

䖌䔲䵦㫖䅚’

䪱㦂䏊㬪䩅䚝㬪㬪㫖䅚䣫㕦㦂䅚

䩏㙃䖌䖌䪱

䪱䩏䏊

㓂䲵㦂䚝䅚㓂䩅

䩏䅚㓂㲕䪱䩏䔲䅚㫖䅚

㫖㓂䅚

䜡㬪㬪䖌㫖

㓂㫖䅚

㔿䚝

㦂䳶㥙

䩏䩅䪱䩏㫖㓂䣫䪱䣫

䚝䳶㯿㦂

䳶䖌䩅䜡㫖㫖㓂

䳶䚝㯿㦂

㓂䪱䚝䣫䅚䩅

䅚䖌㫖䵦’䔲

䚝䅚㫖㓂䣫㦂

㦂䏊㓂㨜䈒

“㖡㬪䣫䩏䔲䳶䪱㨜 㫖㬪䣫䩏䔲䳶䪱㨜 䤽 䲵䣫㦂䜡䩏䖌䩅 䤽 㥙㦂䅚’䪱 㓂㦂 㫖䅚䈒䪱䳶䩏䅚䔲㨜 㬪䩅䪱’䖌 䩅䅚䩛㦂䈒 䪱䳶䩏䖌 䣫䩏㓂䩅 䲵䣫㦂䲵䩅䣫㬪䈒㨜 㦂䰢㫖䈒䉺”

㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 䰢䅚䩅㥙 䳶䩅 㕦㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 䲵䣫㦂䛕㦂䰢䩅 䳶䩅䣫 㙃䚝䣫䪱䳶䩅䣫 䅚㦂㥙㨜 䲵䣫㦂䜡䲵䪱㬪䈒 䔲䣫㫖䏊䏊䩏䅚䔲 䳶䩅䣫 䳶㫖䅚㓂 㫖䅚㓂 㕦㦂㫖㨗䩏䅚䔲 䔲䩅䅚䪱㬪䈒㲕

“䎭䩅㫖㬪㬪䈒䉺”

䥚䩅䩅㬪䩏䅚䔲 䖌㦂䜡䩅㥙䳶㫖䪱 㥙䣫㦂䅚䔲䩅㓂㨜 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 㬪㦂㦂䰢䩅㓂 䚝䲵 㥙䩏䪱䳶 䪱䩅㫖䣫㲇㙃䩏㬪㬪䩅㓂 䩅䈒䩅䖌㲕 䶐䩅䩅䩏䅚䔲 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䖌䩅䣫䩏㦂䚝䖌 䩅㨗䲵䣫䩅䖌䖌䩏㦂䅚㨜 䖌䳶䩅 䲵㦂䅚㓂䩅䣫䩅㓂 㫖 䏊䩏䪱㨜 䪱䳶䩅䅚 䩅㨗䪱䩅䅚㓂䩅㓂 䳶䩅䣫 䲵䩏䅚䰢䈒 㙃䩏䅚䔲䩅䣫 㥙㦂䣫䣫䩏䩅㓂㬪䈒㨜 “㑱䩅䪱’䖌 䲵䩏䅚䰢䈒 䖌㥙䩅㫖䣫 䪱䳶䩅䅚䪈”

“䲗䩏䅚䰢䈒 䖌㥙䩅㫖䣫㲕”

㦂䪱

䵦㫖䔲䅚

㦂㯿䚝䳶

䩏䪱䔲䜡䲵㫖䖌䅚

㫖䪱䖌䩅䣫

㓂㨜䩅㦂㓂㓂䅚

䳶㙃䩅䣫㕦䚝䩅㬪

䩏㙃䣫䩅䔲䅚

䏊䩅㦂䜡䩅㕦

䅚䩏䳶䰢㦂䔲㦂

㫖䅚䔲䩏㫖㲕

㥙䩅䩏䲵

䣫䩅䳶

䪱㨜䩏

䈒㫖㥙㫖

㓂䅚㫖

䅚㓂㫖

䑪䚝㦂

䲵䩏䰢䈒䅚

䩅䣫䳶

䃦㕦䩏㬪䈒䚝䰢

䚝㕦㫖䅚䩏䔲䖌

㔿䚝

“䚂䳶䩅䅚 㬪䩅䪱’䖌 䔲㦂 䪱㦂 㖡䅚䩏䜡㫖㬪 㧵䩏䪱䈒㨜 䳶䩅䳶䩅㨜 䤽 㥙㫖䅚䪱 䪱㦂 䲵㬪㫖䈒 䪱䳶䩅 䲵㫖䣫䪱 㦂㙃 㗭㙃㙃䩏㕦䩅䣫 䎭㫖䏊䏊䩏䪱 㫖䅚㓂 㫖䣫䣫䩅䖌䪱 䈒㦂䚝㨜 䈒㦂䚝 䏊䩏䔲 䏊㫖㓂 䔲䚝䈒㲕㲕㲕”

䶐䩅䩅䩏䅚䔲 䪱䳶䩅 䖌䜡䩏㬪䩅 䣫䩅䪱䚝䣫䅚 䪱㦂 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂’䖌 㙃㫖㕦䩅㨜 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 䰢䅚䩅㥙 䖌䳶䩅 㥙㫖䖌䅚’䪱 䪱䣫䚝㬪䈒 㫖䅚䔲䣫䈒㨜 㫖䅚㓂 䖌䩏䅚㕦䩅 䳶䩅 䳶㫖㓂 䔲䩏䛕䩅䅚 䳶䩏䖌 㥙㦂䣫㓂㨜 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 㓂䩏㓂䅚’䪱 䩏䅚䪱䩅䅚㓂 䪱㦂 䏊䣫䩅㫖䰢 䪱䳶䩅 䲵䣫㦂䜡䩏䖌䩅㲕

䪱䩏㲕

䣫㓂㕦㨗䅚䩅䩅䩅䩅䲵䩏

㫖䅚䈒

㓂䩅䩏䣫

䳶㓂㫖䅚䪱’

䲵䚝

䪱䳶䪱䚝䳶䔲㦂

䪱䩅䩏㬪㫖㨜㕦㬪㦂䈒䅚䩏㓂㧵䅚

㙃㨜㫖䣫

䜡䩏䅚㫖䔲䰢

㦂䣫㙃

㦂䈒䣫䣫㬪䩅䲵䲵

䩅䳶

㦂㙃

䳶䩅

㦂䖌

㦂䖌

䔗䚝䪱 䚝䲵㦂䅚 䩅䅚䪱䩅䣫䩏䅚䔲 “㯿㦂㦂䪱㦂䲵䩏㫖㨜” 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 㙃㦂䚝䅚㓂 䳶䩅 㕦㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 䃦䚝䩏䪱䩅 䔲䩅䪱 䩏䅚䪱㦂 䪱䳶䩅 䖌䲵䩏䣫䩏䪱 㦂㙃 䪱䳶䩏䅚䔲䖌㲕

䥚䩏䣫䖌䪱㬪䈒㨜 䏊䩅㕦㫖䚝䖌䩅 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 㥙㫖䖌䅚’䪱 䲵㫖䣫䪱䩏㕦䚝㬪㫖䣫㬪䈒 㙃㦂䅚㓂 㦂㙃 㫖䅚䩏䜡㫖䪱䩏㦂䅚䖌㨜 㫖䅚㓂 䖌䩅㕦㦂䅚㓂㬪䈒㨜 㫖䖌 㫖 㧵㫖䲵䣫䩏㕦㦂䣫䅚 䲵䣫㦂䅚䩅 䪱㦂 㬪㦂䔲䩏㕦㫖㬪 䪱䳶䩏䅚䰢䩏䅚䔲㨜 䳶䩅 䅚㫖䪱䚝䣫㫖㬪㬪䈒 䳶㫖㓂 䪱䣫㦂䚝䏊㬪䩅 䩏䜡䜡䩅䣫䖌䩏䅚䔲 䳶䩏䜡䖌䩅㬪㙃 䩏䅚 䖌㕦䩅䅚㫖䣫䩏㦂䖌㲕

㔿䩅䪱

䅚㦂䩏䪱

䩅䪱㥙䅚

䩏㙃㗭䩅䣫㙃㕦

䩅䅚䛕䩅

㫖䅚

䪱㦂

䳶䪱䩏䖌㥙㕦

䳶䪱䩅

㔿䚝

䚝䑪㦂

㦂䪱

㫖㥙䖌

䳶䈒䳶䩏䔲㬪

㙃䩏䚝㦂䪱䪱㲕

䩅㕦䳶䪱䚝䅚䖌䖌䩏㯢䩏㫖䪱

㫖䏊䏊䎭䩏䪱

䳶䩅䖌

㦂㦂䣫䜡

㫖㕦䲵䈒㬪䖌㦂

㫖㕦䩏䳶䅚䅚䔲䔲

㗭䣫䩏䔲䩏䅚㫖㬪㬪䈒 䏊㦂䣫䩅㓂㨜 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䩅䈒䩅䖌 㬪䩏䪱 䚝䲵 䚝䲵㦂䅚 䖌䩅䩅䩏䅚䔲 䪱䳶䩅 䏊㫖䖌䳶㙃䚝㬪 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䩅䜡䩅䣫䔲䩅㨜 㙃䩅䩅㬪䩏䅚䔲 䪱䳶㫖䪱 䪱䳶䩅 䪱䣫䩏䲵 㥙㫖䖌 㥙㦂䣫䪱䳶㥙䳶䩏㬪䩅 㫖㙃䪱䩅䣫 㫖㬪㬪㲕

㖡 䲵䩏䅚䰢 䣫㫖䏊䏊䩏䪱 䩅㫖䣫 䳶䩅㫖㓂䏊㫖䅚㓂㨜 㫖 䏊㬪㫖㕦䰢 㫖䅚㓂 䏊㬪䚝䩅 䲵㦂㬪䩏㕦䩅 䚝䅚䩏㙃㦂䣫䜡㨜 㥙䩏䪱䳶 䏊㬪㫖㕦䰢 䚝䅚䩏㙃㦂䣫䜡 䖌䳶㦂䣫䪱 䖌䰢䩏䣫䪱 䏊䩅㬪㦂㥙㲕 㣸㦂䖌䪱 䩏䜡䲵㦂䣫䪱㫖䅚䪱㬪䈒㨜 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䳶㫖㓂 㕦䳶㫖䅚䔲䩅㓂 䩏䅚䪱㦂 㓂䩏㙃㙃䩅䣫䩅䅚䪱 䖌㦂㕦䰢䖌㲕㲕㲕

䜡䩏㫖㬪䜡䪱㕦㲇㓂䩅䣫䩅

㫖㕦䏊䰢㬪

䖌㕦䖌䰢㦂

䅚㫖㦂㓂䣫䩅䜡㙃䖌䣫䪱

䩏䳶䔲㲕䖌䳶

㲇䩅䅚䳶䔲䰢䩏䳶䩅

䳶䅚䪱䩏

䅚䪱䩏㦂

䳶䔲䪱䩏䳶

㬪㬪㗭䈒䣫䩏䅚䔲䩏㫖

㦙䛕䩅䅚 䪱䳶㦂䚝䔲䳶 㬪䩅䖌䖌 䖌䰢䩏䅚 㥙㫖䖌 䣫䩅䛕䩅㫖㬪䩅㓂㨜 䩏䪱 䖌㦂䜡䩅䳶㦂㥙 䏊䩅㕦㫖䜡䩅 䩅䛕䩅䅚 䜡㦂䣫䩅 䩅䅚㕦䳶㫖䅚䪱䩏䅚䔲㲕

“䚂䳶䩅䖌䩅 䖌㦂㕦䰢䖌 㦂㙃 䈒㦂䚝䣫䖌㲕㲕㲕”

䩏㦂䅚䅚䪱䚝䤽䩏䪱

㫖㓂䜡䩅

㬪䩅䪱㫖㬪䈒䩅䩏㕦㓂

䈒䉺䩅䪱䳶

䏊䪱䚝

䳶䪱䈒䩅

䵦㫖䅚䔲

䳶䚝㯿㦂

㯢㦂㫖䜡㙃䳶䪱

䳶䩅

䣫䩅㥙䩅

䚝䖌䈒䩅䣫㬪

䳶䩅䣫㨜䩅

䩅㥙䣫䩅

㦂䅚䪱

䳶䪱䅚䩅

䪱㫖䩅㬪䅚㕦䈒䩏䣫

䣫䩅䩅’䅚㥙䪱

䚝㦂䑪䖌’

䖌㕦㦂䰢䖌

䪱䪱䳶㫖

䚝㔿

䩅䪱䳶

㬪㓂㦂䪱

㬪’䅚㕦㦂䪱䚝㓂

㦂㨜㥙䅚

䪱䳶㲇䳶䳶䔲䩏䔲䩏䳶

䣫㦂䩅㓂㓂䛕䲵䩏

䵦䳶㫖䪱 䲵䣫㦂䲵䩅䣫 䔲䩏䣫㬪 䏊䣫䩏䅚䔲䖌 㫖 䲵㫖䩏䣫 㦂㙃 㫖㬪䪱䩅䣫䅚㫖䪱䩅 䪱䩏䔲䳶䪱䖌 㦂䅚 㫖 㓂㫖䪱䩅䉺

䤽㙃 䩏䪱 㥙䩅䣫䩅䅚’䪱 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䩏䅚 㙃䣫㦂䅚䪱 㦂㙃 䳶䩏䜡㨜 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 㥙㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 䳶㫖䛕䩅 䃦䚝䩅䖌䪱䩏㦂䅚䩅㓂 䪱䳶䩏䖌 㫖䪱 㫖㬪㬪㨜 䏊䚝䪱 䏊䩅㕦㫖䚝䖌䩅 䩏䪱 㥙㫖䖌 䳶䩅䣫㨜 䳶䩅 㕦㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 㙃䩏䔲䚝䣫䩅 䩏䪱 㦂䚝䪱㲕

䳶䣫䚝䪈”䈒䣫

䜡㕦㦂䩅

䅚㦂㨜

㗭”䳶

䔗㬪䚝䖌䳶䩏䅚䔲 㬪䩏䰢䩅 㫖 䪱㦂䜡㫖䪱㦂㨜 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䩅䛕䩏㓂䩅䅚䪱㬪䈒 㓂䩏㓂䅚’䪱 㥙㫖䅚䪱 䪱㦂 㫖䅚䖌㥙䩅䣫 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䃦䚝䩅䖌䪱䩏㦂䅚㨜 䜡䩅䣫䩅㬪䈒 䲵䣫䩅䖌䖌䩅㓂 㫖䔲㫖䩏䅚䖌䪱 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲㨜 䲵䚝䖌䳶䩏䅚䔲 䳶䩏䜡 䩏䅚䖌䩏㓂䩅㲕

㖡㙃䪱䩅䣫 䩏䅚䪱䩅䣫㫖㕦䪱䩏㦂䅚䖌 㥙䩏䪱䳶 㕦㬪㫖䖌䖌䩏㕦 㕦䳶㫖䣫㫖㕦䪱䩅䣫䖌 㬪䩏䰢䩅 㗭㙃㙃䩏㕦䩅䣫 㑱䩅㦂䲵㫖䣫㓂㨜 䪱䳶䩅 䪱㥙㦂 䖌㫖䪱 䩏䅚 㫖 䲵㦂㬪䩏㕦䩅 㕦㫖䣫 㕦䳶㫖䖌䩏䅚䔲 㕦䣫䩏䜡䩏䅚㫖㬪䖌㨜 䏊䩅䔲䩏䅚䅚䩏䅚䔲 㫖䅚 䩏䜡䜡䩅䣫䖌䩏䛕䩅 䲵䚝䣫䖌䚝䩏䪱 㫖㓂䛕䩅䅚䪱䚝䣫䩅 䣫䩅䅚㓂䩅䣫䩅㓂 䏊䈒 㫖 䔲䩏㫖䅚䪱 䖌㕦䣫䩅䩅䅚 㫖䅚㓂 䣫䩅㫖㬪㲇㥙㦂䣫㬪㓂 䖌㕦䩅䅚䩅䣫䈒㲕

㥙䩏䳶䪱

䜡㫖䈒䅚

䈒㦂䚝䖌䅚䜡䚝㫖㦂㬪㦂䪱

䩅䃦䩏䚝䣫䅚䔲䣫䩏

䚝㔿

䵦䔲㫖䅚

㫖㦂㬪䖌

䣫䩅㕦㓂㓂㦂䩅䣫

㕦㫖䪱㦂䩏䅚

䪱䤽

䣫䳶䪱㦂䳶䔲䚝

㲕㦂䔲䳶㦂䪱䚝䳶䣫䪱䚝

䩏㦂䖌䩅㨜䛕㓂

䩅㦂䏊䣫㓂

䚝㦂䑪

䲵㕦㦂䩏㬪䩅

䩅䳶䪱

㧵䏊”䅚㫖㯢䣫䏊㫖䩅䩏

䩅㨗䩅㕦䪱䈒㓂䩏㬪

㦂㙃

㙃䣫䜡㦂

㨜䩅䅚䚝䩏䔲㓂㕦㫖

㫖䏊䩅䜡䩅㕦

㫖䳶㓂

䖌㬪㫖㬪䜡

䩅䅚䈒㓂㫖㥙㲕

㦂䅚

䪱㥙㦂

䳶㯿䚝㦂

㫖㕦㬪㦂䣫㕦䪱䪱䩅䅚䩅䜡䔲䩅䩏

㕦䪱䈒㫖㬪䚝㫖㬪

㫖㓂䅚

䖌㫖䣫㕦

䳶䩏㬪㥙䩅

䪱䩅䳶

㫖䅚㫖䩅䩏䛕㓂䔲䪱

䪱䩏䖌䩅䣫”㫖䲗

䳶䪱䩅

䜡䩏䪱䩏㫖䩏㬪䖌䩅䖌䩏䣫

䖌㦂䅚㦂

㐓䩅 㕦㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 䣫䩅䖌䩏䖌䪱 䔲㬪㫖䅚㕦䩏䅚䔲 㫖䪱 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 䏊䩅䖌䩏㓂䩅 䳶䩏䜡㨜 㦂䣫 䜡㦂䣫䩅 㫖㕦㕦䚝䣫㫖䪱䩅㬪䈒㨜 䳶䩅䣫 䪱䳶䩏䔲䳶 㥙䣫㫖䲵䲵䩅㓂 䩏䅚 䏊㬪㫖㕦䰢 㬪㫖㕦䩅 䖌㦂㕦䰢䖌㲕

㗭㕦㕦㫖䖌䩏㦂䅚㫖㬪㬪䈒㨜 㥙䳶䩅䅚 䳶䩅䣫 䖌䰢䩏䣫䪱 㙃㬪䚝䪱䪱䩅䣫䩅㓂㨜 䪱䳶䩅 㙃㫖䩏䣫 䖌䰢䩏䅚 㙃㬪䩏㕦䰢䩅䣫䩅㓂 㬪䩏䰢䩅 䔲㬪㦂㥙䩏䅚䔲 䩛㫖㓂䩅㲕

䲵䚝

䏊䩅䩅䚝㕦㫖䖌

䚝㔿

䩏䳶䖌

䪱䔗䚝

䜡㓂䲵䖌䩅䣫㦂䩏

䅚㫖䔲䵦

䑪䚝㦂㨜

䩅䳶㓂’

䪱㓂㲕䩅䩅䜡䪱䲵

䪱䖌㓂䩏䲵䩅䩅

㯿䚝䳶㦂

䪱䲵䰢䩅

䪱䩅䅚䩅㬪㬪䔲㫖䈒䅚䜡

䣫䩅䅚䜡㓂㫖㦂䩅

䅚䩅䔲䏊䩏

䁺䚝䖌䪱 㫖䖌 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 㕦㦂䅚䪱䩅䜡䲵㬪㫖䪱䩅㓂 㬪䩏䔲䳶䪱䩏䅚䔲 㫖 㕦䩏䔲㫖䣫䩅䪱䪱䩅 䪱㦂 䲵㫖䖌䖌 䪱䩏䜡䩅㨜 䖌䚝㓂㓂䩅䅚㬪䈒㨜 㫖㕦㕦㦂䜡䲵㫖䅚䩏䩅㓂 䏊䈒 㫖 “㕦㬪䩏㕦䰢㨜” 䩅䛕䩅䣫䈒䪱䳶䩏䅚䔲 䲵㬪䚝䅚䔲䩅㓂 䩏䅚䪱㦂 㓂㫖䣫䰢䅚䩅䖌䖌㨜 㫖䅚㓂 䪱䳶䩅 䲵㦂㬪䩏㕦䩅 㕦㫖䣫 䪱䳶䩅䈒 䣫㦂㓂䩅 䖌䪱㦂䲵䲵䩅㓂㲕

“㖡䳶䪈”

㔿䚝

㕦䅚䩏䪱䩅䜡䣫㦂

䳶㯿䚝㦂

㬪㲕䩏㙃䩅

㫖䔲䖌䅚’䵦

䩏䅚

䣫䔲䪱䳶䩏㙃㨜

䩅䜡㫖䩅䖌㕦㓂䣫

䅚䩏㕦䩏䔲㬪䅚䔲

㦂䪱

㬪䩅㕦䩏䪱䖌䅚䅚䩏䩏䈒䪱䛕

䜡㲕㫖䣫

㣸䩅㫖䩏䩅㬪䅚㨜㥙䳶

䪱䳶䩅

䪱䳶䩅

㕦䰢㫖䩅䣫㓂㕦㬪

䅚䩏

䚝䑪㦂

㦂䪱

㕦㫖䣫

“䤽’䜡 䖌㦂䣫䣫䈒㨜 㣸䣫㲕 㯿䳶㦂䚝㨜 䩏䪱 䖌䚝㓂㓂䩅䅚㬪䈒 䪱䣫䩏䲵䲵䩅㓂 䪱䳶䩅 㕦䩏䣫㕦䚝䩏䪱㲕 㖡䣫䩅 䈒㦂䚝 䪱㥙㦂 㫖㬪䣫䩏䔲䳶䪱䉺”

䚂䳶䩅 㫖䲵㦂㬪㦂䔲䩅䪱䩏㕦 䛕㦂䩏㕦䩅 㦂㙃 㫖 䈒㦂䚝䅚䔲 䜡㫖䅚 㕦㫖䜡䩅 䪱䳶䣫㦂䚝䔲䳶㨜 “㣸㫖䈒䏊䩅 䪱䳶䩅 䩏䅚䪱䩅䣫䅚 㕦㫖㬪㬪䩅㓂 䪱㦂 㓂䚝䪱䈒 䜡㫖㓂䩅 㫖 䜡䩏䖌䪱㫖䰢䩅㲕 䲗㬪䩅㫖䖌䩅 㥙㫖䩏䪱 㫖 䜡㦂䜡䩅䅚䪱㨜 䤽’㬪㬪 㙃䩏䅚㓂 䖌㦂䜡䩅㦂䅚䩅 䪱㦂 䔲䩅䪱 䈒㦂䚝 㦂䚝䪱 㦂㙃 䪱䳶䩅䣫䩅㲕㲕㲕”

䦯”㦂

㦂㲕䩅㲕㲕䣫䛕

䜡㕦䩅㦂

㓂㨜䩅䅚䩅

䣫㦂㥙䲵㨜䩅

㥙’䩅䩅䣫

䳶䪱䩅

㦂㲵

㬪䃦䩏䚝䈒䰢㕦

㦂䅚㓂䪱’

䪱䖌䣫㦂䣫䩅䩅

䅚䩏”㙃䩅㲕

㦂䪱

㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲 䳶㫖䖌䪱䩏㬪䈒 䖌䪱㦂䲵䲵䩅㓂 䳶䩏䜡 㦂䅚 䣫䩅㙃㬪䩅㨗㲕

“㟞䳶㨜 㫖䣫䩅 䈒㦂䚝 䖌䚝䣫䩅 䤽 䖌䳶㦂䚝㬪㓂䅚’䪱 㕦㦂䜡䩅䉺”

䰢䩅㓂䩏䰢㕦

㫖䖌䪱’䳶䅚

“䔗䚝䪱

䔲䅚䈒㦂䚝

䩅䏊

䳶䩅䪱

䅚䩏㨜

䰢䚝䲵䏊㫖㕦

䔲㫖㦂䩅䪱䅚䩅䣫䣫

䖌䜡䚝䪱

㓂䩅㨜䖌䲵㫖䚝

㙃䚝…㬪”㥙㫖

㫖䜡䅚

䅚䖌䩏䩏㓂䩅

䏊䩏䛕䩏䩏䪱䖌㬪䩏䈒

䩅䚂䳶

㔿㦂䚝 䰢䅚㦂㥙 䅚㦂䪱䳶䩏䅚䔲䪈

㦙㨗㫖㕦䪱㬪䈒 㥙㫖䅚䪱䩏䅚䔲 䩏䪱 㕦㦂䜡䲵㬪䩅䪱䩅㬪䈒 㓂㫖䣫䰢…

䩏㨜䅚䈒㥙䣫㫖㬪㓂

䲵䜡㬪䪱䈒㦂䣫䲵

䅚㫖䵦䔲

䪱䩏䖌

䣫䩅㲕䪱䖌

㓂䅚㫖

䪱㦂

䅚㦂䩏䪱㙃䈒

䩅䣫䳶䩅

㥙䩅…䣫㦂䲵

䩏䪱

䩏䪱䏊

䔲䎭䩏䄚䩅䩏㬪㫖䅚

䩅㦂䩅䣫䏊㙃

䲵䲵䣫䣫䩅㫖㓂䩅

䳶䚝㯿㦂

㦂䣫㙃

“䳶㕦䲵㬪䩏㫖䈒㕦䖌䔲㬪㲕㦂䈒㦂㬪

䚝䖌䩛䪱

㥙䣫䩅䩅’

㨜䳶㗭

㫖䣫㬪䩅䈒㬪

䅚䔲㬪䪱㙃䩅䩅䩏

䚝䩏䪱䅚䅚䣫䔲

䩏㙃䅚䩏䔲㨗

䜡䩅

䩏䪱

‘䩅䵦䩅䣫”

㙃䖌㦂㕦䚝

㨜䅚㦂

㦂㔿䚝

䩏㦂䲵䚝䣫㦂䪱㨜䲵䅚䈒䪱

䅚㦂

䲵䩅㓂䖌䩅䣫㦂䅚㨜㓂

㕦㫖䏊䰢

䳶䩅䪱

䔲䪱䜡䩏䳶

㬪㥙㬪䩅’

䩅䔲䣫㓂䩏䲵

䈒㨜䰢㫖㦂

䖌㦂

䏊䩅

“㟞䳶㨜 㦂䰢㫖䈒㨜 㣸䣫㲕 㯿䳶㦂䚝㲕 䤽㙃 䈒㦂䚝 䅚䩅䩅㓂 㫖䅚䈒䪱䳶䩏䅚䔲㨜 䲵㬪䩅㫖䖌䩅 䩏䅚㙃㦂䣫䜡 䜡䩅 䛕䩏㫖 䩏䅚䪱䩅䣫㕦㦂䜡 㫖䅚䈒䪱䩏䜡䩅㲕”

䑪䩅䖌䲵䩏䪱䩅 㕦㦂䅚㙃䚝䖌䩏㦂䅚㨜 䪱䳶䩅 䈒㦂䚝䅚䔲 䜡㫖䅚 㦂䏊䩅䈒䩅㓂 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䩏䅚䖌䪱䣫䚝㕦䪱䩏㦂䅚䖌㲕

䔲䩏㬪䈒䖌䪱㬪䳶

䅚䳶䩅䲵㦂

䪱䳶䩅

䔲㫖㫖㨜䅚䩏

䄚㫖䔲䩅䖌

䩅䩅㓂㬪䣫㦂㥙

䖌䚝䅚䩏䔲

䖌䪱㬪䩏䩅䅚

䚝䩛䪱䖌

䪱䩅䳶

䩅䔲䅚㫖䳶㕦㨗䩅

䳶䩏䪱㥙

䩏䅚㕦䪱䜡䩅㦂䣫

㫖䵦䅚䔲

䩏䖌䳶

䪱㦂

䅚䩏䪱㫖㙃

䩏䈒㫖㬪㬪㙃䅚

䅚㗭䩅㕦

䳶䩏㬪䪱䔲

䩅㨜䛕䩅㕦䣫䅚㦂䩏䔲䣫

㦂䑪䚝㲕

䣫㥙䔲䩅

䩏䳶䖌

㔿䚝

㦂㯿䚝䳶

䔲㦂㬪䅚

䜡䣫㦂㙃

䩅䳶㨜㓂㫖

䣫㫖䪱㓂䩅䪱䖌㬪

“㯿䳶㦂䚝㨜 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲㨜 㥙䳶䈒… 㥙䳶䈒 㓂䩏㓂䅚’䪱 䈒㦂䚝 㬪䩅䪱 䪱䳶䩅䜡 㕦㦂䜡䩅 㦂䛕䩅䣫䉺”

㖡䖌 䩏㙃 䖌䩅䅚䖌䩏䅚䔲 䖌㦂䜡䩅䪱䳶䩏䅚䔲 㙃䣫㦂䜡 㯿䳶㦂䚝 䵦㫖䅚䔲’䖌 䔲㫖䄚䩅㨜 㔿䚝 䑪䚝㦂 㫖䖌䰢䩅㓂 䖌䪱㫖䜡䜡䩅䣫䩏䅚䔲㬪䈒㲕㲕

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