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𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #2

𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔-𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔' 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑰 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔’ 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆. 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌… 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #3

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘… 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍’𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘. 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌. 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #4

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏-𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒅𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔… 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕-𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆; 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌. 𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆.
𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #5

𝑨 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #6

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕-𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍? 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓. 𝑨𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #7

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏-𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #8

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆… 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕.

𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍’𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒗𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅. 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏. 𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏’𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘. 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #9

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕. “𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈”. 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚.
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒅𝒅. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆…

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #10

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑰𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒖𝒍𝒍, 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 - 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘. 𝑰 𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #11

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, “𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈,” 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #12
𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒔.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #13

𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚… 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #14

𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒎 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #15

𝑨𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔. 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔. 𝑷𝒂𝒘 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #16

𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅; 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒐𝒓 𝑰. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏. 𝑰 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝑰 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓. 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒃𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝑰. 𝑰 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌.

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𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆… 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒔. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅… 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓. 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓 - 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆? 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒐, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #18

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔… 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 - 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑨𝒎 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆?

𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏’𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆? 𝑨𝒎 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚? 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘? 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑰 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑰𝑻 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺?

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #19

𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑽𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒖𝒆𝒏. 𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑽𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒖𝒆𝒏. 𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔. 𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆!
𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?! 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆? 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬?!

𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 #20

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