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Chapter 207: Not Letting Her Pee
Chapter 207: Not Letting Her Pee
I looked at Olivia, a cruel and lustful smirk playing on my lips. "Let's go see your husband, slut. Let's give him a show he'll never forget," I said, my voice dripping with sadistic amusement and dominance.
Olivia looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, desperation, and a touch of fear. "Jack...forget about him. Please, just fuck me. I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to stretch me, use me, own me," she begged, her hands spreading her pussy lips wide, inviting me to see her glistening, eager hole.
I walked over to her, my cock already hard and throbbing, ready to take what was mine. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her pussy, the sudden slap making her squirt. "Aaah, aaah, aaaah! Fuck, Jack!" she cried out, her body convulsing with the intense sensation.
I grabbed her pussy, my fingers clenching her lips tightly, possessively. "Don't worry, my little slut. I have a plan. Imagine this: your pussy being filled, stretched, and fucked raw in front of your injured husband. Think about the look on his face as he watches me claim what he could never satisfy. He'll die all over again, this time from the anger and humiliation of seeing you like this," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty.
Olivia's eyes widened with a mix of shock, excitement, and sheer horniness. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation and desperation. "Oh fuck, Jack...that's so fucked up. I can't wait. Please, let's do it," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she eagerly complied with my twisted plan.
She tried to stand up and walk into the bathroom to wash herself, her body stained with cum from our previous fuck sessions. I followed her in, turning on the shower. We both stepped under the hot spray, the water cascading over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our filthy deeds.
Olivia sat down on the toilet seat, trying to take a pee. I quickly put my hand on her pussy, pressing it tighter, preventing her from relieving herself. "You are not allowed to pee, slut. You can only pee when my cock is inside your pussy, stretching it, fucking it raw. Only then will I grant you that sweet release," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
"Jack, please, I can't hold it....let me pee," she begged, her voice desperate and pleading. I grabbed her, pulling her up from the toilet seat, and hugged her tightly, not letting her go. I continued to shower with her, not allowing her to pee no matter how much she begged and pleaded.
I looked down at her face, seeing the struggle and desperation in her eyes as she tried to hold her pee. I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her, the control I exerted over her most basic needs. I turned off the shower and pulled her out of the bathroom, water dripping from our bodies, her need to pee growing more urgent by the second.
"Get dressed, slut. But remember, no panties. I want that pussy bare and ready for me at all times," I commanded, my voice thick with dominance and lust. Olivia quickly complied, hurrying to get dressed without putting on any underwear, her body trembling with anticipation and eagerness to please.
As she finished dressing, I grabbed her arm, pulling her close to me. "Remember, slut. You belong to me. Every part of you is mine to use, fuck, and own. Now, let's go see your husband and give him the ultimate cuckold experience," I growled, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I envisioned the twisted scene that was about to unfold.
Olivia looked up at me, her eyes filled with submission, desire, and unbridled horniness. "Yes, Jack. I belong to you. I'm your dirty little slut, ready to be fucked and owned in front of my useless husband," she said, her voice breathy and desperate with need.
She quickly got dressed, slipping into a tight, one-piece dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I watched her, my cock already hard and throbbing, eager to claim her again. I dressed myself, my eyes never leaving her, knowing that she was mine to use, fuck, and own completely.
I walked out, hugging her waist possessively, helping her get into the car. She was wearing a short, one-piece dress, and as she sat down, I couldn't help but stretch her legs, exposing her bare pussy to the cool air. She gasped, feeling the breeze on her exposed flesh, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and desperation.
"Jack, don't... hmmm, I can't hold it if you keep doing this," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. I looked at her, a cruel smirk playing on my lips as I leaned in, kissing her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth possessively. At the same time, I pressed my hand against her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness radiating from her. I slapped her pussy hard again, the sound echoing through the car as she cried out, "Aaaaaah!"
"Hmmmmm, Jack....it's gonna leak," she moaned, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her urgent need to pee.
I pulled back, looking into her eyes with a dominant and sadistic gaze. "Don't let a drop of your piss leak, slut. You hold it until I say you can let it go," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
Olivia looked at me with a begging, desperate expression, her body trembling with the effort to comply. I closed her door and got into the driver's seat, starting the car and driving towards the hospital. As we drove, I couldn't help but glance over at her, seeing her squirming in her seat, her thighs pressed tightly together, trying to hold back her urgent need to pee.
"Jack, please... I can't hold it much longer," she begged, her voice desperate and pleading. I reached over, placing my hand on her thigh, feeling the tension in her muscles as she struggled to maintain control.
"You will hold it, slut. You will hold it until I say you can let it go. And if you leak even a drop, you will be punished," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty. Olivia whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to comply, her desperation only serving to heighten my arousal and lust.
As we pulled into the hospital parking lot, I could see the mix of fear, excitement, and sheer horniness in Olivia's eyes. I parked the car and got out, walking around to the passenger side to help her out. As she stood up, I could see her body trembling, her need to pee growing more urgent by the second.
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䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢 䒾䢂䢂㺀㱗䒾䦢㮎㺀㥴㪢 㠛㺀䛴䦢㐡 㮎㭲 㢫㭲㠛䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㺀㪢㺀㢫 䮍㺀㥴㥴䒾㐡䛴 㶱㝴 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㮎㺀䦢㹿㢫 䦢㢫 㢫㣄㺀 㝴㶱㮎 㭲㐡 䦢 㝉㭲㐡㬳䒾㐡㝉䒾㐡䛴 㱗䒾㢫㝴㥴䦢㪢 㭲䍾 㺀䢂㭲㮎䒾㭲㐡㓹 䠧㣄㺀 䦢㝴㝴㹿㭲䦢㝉㣄㺀㱗 㮎㣄㺀 㹿㺀㝉㺀㝴㮎䒾㭲㐡 㱗㺀㢫㬔䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㝉㣄㭲㬔㺀㱗 䮍䒾㮎㣄 䍾㺀䒾䛴㐡㺀㱗 㱗䒾㢫㮎㹿㺀㢫㢫㓹 "䙻㥴㺀䦢㢫㺀䍉 䢂㪢 㣄㶱㢫㠛䦢㐡㱗㓹㓹㓹 㣄㺀 䮍䦢㢫 䒾㐡 䦢㐡 䦢㝉㝉䒾㱗㺀㐡㮎㓹 䚽䒾㢫 㐡䦢䢂㺀 䒾㢫 㠳䒾䛴㶱㺀㥴 䮶㭲㹿㹿㺀㢫㓹 䧐㣄㺀㹿㺀 䒾㢫 㣄㺀㡬 䧐㣄䦢㮎 㣄䦢㝴㝴㺀㐡㺀㱗㡬" 㢫㣄㺀 㝉㹿䒾㺀㱗䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㠛㭲㱗㪢 㮎㹿㺀䢂㠛㥴䒾㐡䛴 䮍䒾㮎㣄 䍾䦢㬔㺀 㱗㺀㢫㝴㺀㹿䦢㮎䒾㭲㐡㓹
䮶㣄㺀 㣄㭲㢫㝴䒾㮎䦢㥴 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 㥴㭲㭲㬔㺀㱗 㶱㝴䍉 㮎㣄㺀䒾㹿 䍾䦢㝉㺀㢫 䍾䒾㥴㥴㺀㱗 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㢫㪢䢂㝴䦢㮎㣄㪢 䦢㐡㱗 㝉㭲㐡㝉㺀㹿㐡㓹 "㠳䦢'䦢䢂䍉 㪢㭲㶱㹿 㣄㶱㢫㠛䦢㐡㱗 䒾㢫 䒾㐡 㮎㣄㺀 㭲㝴㺀㹿䦢㮎䒾㐡䛴 㮎㣄㺀䦢㮎㺀㹿 㹿䒾䛴㣄㮎 㐡㭲䮍㓹 䚽㺀 䮍䦢㢫 䒾㐡 䦢 㢫㺀㹿䒾㭲㶱㢫 䦢㝉㝉䒾㱗㺀㐡㮎㓹 䚽䒾㢫 㝉䦢㹿 㝉㹿䦢㢫㣄㺀㱗 䒾㐡㮎㭲 䦢 㹿㭲䦢㱗 㠛䦢㹿㹿䒾㺀㹿 䦢㐡㱗 䮍䦢㢫 䍾㭲㶱㐡㱗 㝉㭲㥴㥴䦢㝴㢫㺀㱗 㭲㐡 㮎㣄㺀 㹿㭲䦢㱗㓹 䠧㭲䢂㺀 㝴䦢㢫㢫㺀㹿㢫㠛㪢 㝉䦢㥴㥴㺀㱗 㮎㣄㺀 䦢䢂㠛㶱㥴䦢㐡㝉㺀 㱗䒾㹿㺀㝉㮎㥴㪢䍉" 㮎㣄㺀 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 䢂㺀䢂㠛㺀㹿 㺀䇔㝴㥴䦢䒾㐡㺀㱗䍉 㮎㣄㺀䒾㹿 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㝴㹿㭲䍾㺀㢫㢫䒾㭲㐡䦢㥴 㪢㺀㮎 䛴㺀㐡㮎㥴㺀㓹
䮶㣄㺀 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 䢂㺀䢂㠛㺀㹿 㝉㭲㐡㮎䒾㐡㶱㺀㱗䍉 "䚽㺀'㢫 䒾㐡 㢫㶱㹿䛴㺀㹿㪢 㹿䒾䛴㣄㮎 㐡㭲䮍㓹 䭛㭲㶱 㝉䦢㐡 䮍䦢䒾㮎 㭲㶱㮎㢫䒾㱗㺀 㮎㣄㺀 㭲㝴㺀㹿䦢㮎䒾㐡䛴 㮎㣄㺀䦢㮎㺀㹿㓹 䧐㺀'㥴㥴 㶱㝴㱗䦢㮎㺀 㪢㭲㶱 䦢㢫 㢫㭲㭲㐡 䦢㢫 䮍㺀 㣄䦢㬳㺀 䢂㭲㹿㺀 䒾㐡䍾㭲㹿䢂䦢㮎䒾㭲㐡㓹"
䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢 㥴㭲㭲㬔㺀㱗 䦢㮎 䢂㺀䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㺀㪢㺀㢫 䮍䒾㱗㺀 䮍䒾㮎㣄 䦢 䢂䒾䇔 㭲䍾 䍾䦢㬔㺀 㺀䢂㭲㮎䒾㭲㐡 䦢㐡㱗 䛴㺀㐡㶱䒾㐡㺀 㺀䇔㝉䒾㮎㺀䢂㺀㐡㮎㓹 㓖 㐡㭲㱗㱗㺀㱗䍉 㺀㐡㝉㭲㶱㹿䦢䛴䒾㐡䛴 㣄㺀㹿 㮎㭲 㝉㭲㐡㮎䒾㐡㶱㺀 㮎㣄㺀 㝉㣄䦢㹿䦢㱗㺀㓹 䠧㣄㺀 㮎㶱㹿㐡㺀㱗 㠛䦢㝉㬔 㮎㭲 㮎㣄㺀 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 䢂㺀䢂㠛㺀㹿䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㮎㹿㺀䢂㠛㥴䒾㐡䛴㓹 "䮶㣄䦢㐡㬔 㪢㭲㶱䍉 㮎㣄䦢㐡㬔 㪢㭲㶱 㢫㭲 䢂㶱㝉㣄䍉" 㢫㣄㺀 㢫㭲㠛㠛㺀㱗䍉 㠛㺀䍾㭲㹿㺀 㮎㶱㹿㐡䒾㐡䛴 䦢㐡㱗 㹿㶱㐡㐡䒾㐡䛴 㮎㭲䮍䦢㹿㱗㢫 㮎㣄㺀 㭲㝴㺀㹿䦢㮎䒾㐡䛴 㮎㣄㺀䦢㮎㺀㹿䍉 㣄㺀㹿 䍾䦢㬔㺀 㮎㺀䦢㹿㢫 㢫㮎㹿㺀䦢䢂䒾㐡䛴 㱗㭲䮍㐡 㣄㺀㹿 䍾䦢㝉㺀㓹
䳆㢫 䮍㺀 䦢㝴㝴㹿㭲䦢㝉㣄㺀㱗 㮎㣄㺀 㭲㝴㺀㹿䦢㮎䒾㐡䛴 㮎㣄㺀䦢㮎㺀㹿䍉 䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢'㢫 䍾㺀䒾䛴㐡㺀㱗 㢫㭲㠛㢫 㺀㢫㝉䦢㥴䦢㮎㺀㱗䍉 㥴䦢㝉㺀㱗 䮍䒾㮎㣄 䦢 㱗㺀㢫㝴㺀㹿䦢㮎㺀䍉 㢫㺀㐡㢫㶱䦢㥴 㺀㱗䛴㺀㓹 䠧㣄㺀 㱗㹿䦢䢂䦢㮎䒾㝉䦢㥴㥴㪢 㝉㭲㥴㥴䦢㝴㢫㺀㱗 䒾㐡㮎㭲 䦢 㝉㣄䦢䒾㹿䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㠛㭲㱗㪢 㪂㶱䦢㬔䒾㐡䛴 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㮎㣄㺀 䍾㭲㹿㝉㺀 㭲䍾 㣄㺀㹿 㝴㺀㹿䍾㭲㹿䢂㺀㱗 㺀䢂㭲㮎䒾㭲㐡㢫㓹 㓖 㢫㮎㭲㭲㱗 㠛㺀㢫䒾㱗㺀 㣄㺀㹿䍉 䢂㪢 㣄䦢㐡㱗 㹿㺀㢫㮎䒾㐡䛴 㝴㭲㢫㢫㺀㢫㢫䒾㬳㺀㥴㪢 㭲㐡 㣄㺀㹿 㢫㣄㭲㶱㥴㱗㺀㹿䍉 㺀䇔㶱㱗䒾㐡䛴 㝉㭲㐡㮎㹿㭲㥴 䦢㐡㱗 㢫㶱㝴㝴㭲㹿㮎㓹
㓖 㥴㺀䦢㐡㺀㱗 㱗㭲䮍㐡䍉 䢂㪢 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㥴㭲䮍 䦢㐡㱗 䒾㐡㮎㺀㐡㢫㺀㓹 "䭛㭲㶱'㹿㺀 䒾㐡㝉㹿㺀㱗䒾㠛㥴㺀䍉" 㓖 䢂㶱㹿䢂㶱㹿㺀㱗䍉 䢂㪢 㠛㹿㺀䦢㮎㣄 㣄㭲㮎 㭲㐡 㣄㺀㹿 㺀䦢㹿㓹 䧐㺀 䮍䦢䒾㮎㺀㱗䍉 㮎㣄㺀 䦢䒾㹿 㮎㣄䒾㝉㬔 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㮎㺀㐡㢫䒾㭲㐡 㶱㐡㮎䒾㥴 㮎㣄㺀 㱗㭲㝉㮎㭲㹿 㺀䢂㺀㹿䛴㺀㱗㓹
䮶㣄㺀 㱗㭲㝉㮎㭲㹿 㥴㭲㭲㬔㺀㱗 䦢㮎 㣄㺀㹿 㢫㪢䢂㝴䦢㮎㣄㺀㮎䒾㝉䦢㥴㥴㪢㓹 "㠳㹿㢫㓹 䮶㭲㹿㹿㺀㢫䍉 㓖 㣄䦢㬳㺀 䦢㐡 㶱㝴㱗䦢㮎㺀䍉" 㣄㺀 㠛㺀䛴䦢㐡䍉 㣄䒾㢫 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 䛴㹿䦢㬳㺀㓹 "䚽䒾㢫 㝉㭲㐡㱗䒾㮎䒾㭲㐡 䒾㢫 㐡㭲㮎 䦢㢫 㝉㹿䒾㮎䒾㝉䦢㥴 䦢㢫 䮍㺀 䍾䒾㹿㢫㮎 㮎㣄㭲㶱䛴㣄㮎㓹 䧐㺀'㬳㺀 㢫㮎䦢㠛䒾㥴䒾䂊㺀㱗 㣄䒾䢂䍉 䦢㐡㱗 㣄㺀'㢫 㭲㶱㮎 㭲䍾 䒾䢂䢂㺀㱗䒾䦢㮎㺀 㱗䦢㐡䛴㺀㹿㓹"
䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢 㢫䦢䛴䛴㺀㱗 䦢䛴䦢䒾㐡㢫㮎 䢂㺀䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㠛㭲㱗㪢 㝴㹿㺀㢫㢫䒾㐡䛴 䒾㐡㮎㭲 䢂䒾㐡㺀 䦢㢫 㢫㣄㺀 䍾㺀䒾䛴㐡㺀㱗 㹿㺀㥴䒾㺀䍾㓹 "䮶㣄䦢㐡㬔 䛴㭲㱗䍉" 㢫㣄㺀 㠛㹿㺀䦢㮎㣄㺀㱗䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㢫㶱㥴㮎㹿㪢㓹 "䠧㭲䍉 䮍㣄䦢㮎'㢫 㣄䒾㢫 㝉㶱㹿㹿㺀㐡㮎 㝉㭲㐡㱗䒾㮎䒾㭲㐡㡬"
䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢 䛴䦢㢫㝴㺀㱗䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㣄䦢㐡㱗 㝉㥴㶱㮎㝉㣄䒾㐡䛴 䢂㪢 㮎㣄䒾䛴㣄 䦢㢫 㢫㣄㺀 㥴㺀䦢㐡㺀㱗 䒾㐡㮎㭲 䢂㺀㓹 "䙙㣄 㐡㭲䍉 㮎㣄䦢㮎 㢫㭲㶱㐡㱗㢫 㢫㺀㹿䒾㭲㶱㢫䍉" 㢫㣄㺀 㢫㮎䦢䢂䢂㺀㹿㺀㱗䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㺀㪢㺀㢫 㥴㭲㝉㬔㺀㱗 㭲㐡㮎㭲 䢂䒾㐡㺀㓹 "䧐㣄䦢㮎 㱗㭲㺀㢫 㮎㣄䦢㮎 䢂㺀䦢㐡 䍾㭲㹿 㣄䒾㢫 㹿㺀㝉㭲㬳㺀㹿㪢㡬"
㓖 㝉㭲㶱㥴㱗 䍾㺀㺀㥴 㮎㣄㺀 㣄㺀䦢㮎 㠛㶱䒾㥴㱗䒾㐡䛴 㠛㺀㮎䮍㺀㺀㐡 㶱㢫䍉 㮎㣄㺀 䦢㐡㮎䒾㝉䒾㝴䦢㮎䒾㭲㐡 㭲䍾 㭲㶱㹿 㮎䮍䒾㢫㮎㺀㱗 䛴䦢䢂㺀 䢂䦢㬔䒾㐡䛴 䢂㪢 㣄㺀䦢㹿㮎 㹿䦢㝉㺀㓹 㓖 㥴㺀䦢㐡㺀㱗 䒾㐡䍉 㹿㺀䦢㱗㪢 㮎㭲 㮎䦢㬔㺀 㝉㭲㐡㮎㹿㭲㥴㓹 䮶㣄㺀 㱗㭲㝉㮎㭲㹿 㱗㺀㥴䒾㬳㺀㹿㺀㱗 㮎㣄㺀 㣄䦢㹿㢫㣄 㐡㺀䮍㢫䍉 "㓖'䢂 㢫㭲㹿㹿㪢䍉 㠛㶱㮎 㮎㣄㺀 㢫㝴䒾㐡䦢㥴 㱗䦢䢂䦢䛴㺀 䢂㺀䦢㐡㢫 㣄㺀 䮍䒾㥴㥴 㠛㺀 㝴䦢㹿䦢㥴㪢䂊㺀㱗 䍾㭲㹿 㥴䒾䍾㺀㓹"
䮶㣄㺀 㱗㭲㝉㮎㭲㹿 㭲䍾䍾㺀㹿㺀㱗 㝉㭲䢂䍾㭲㹿㮎䍉 㠛㶱㮎 㓖 㝉㭲㶱㥴㱗 㢫㺀㺀 㮎㣄㺀 㱗㺀㢫䒾㹿㺀 䒾㐡 䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢'㢫 㺀㪢㺀㢫䍉 㮎㣄㺀 㣄㶱㐡䛴㺀㹿 䍾㭲㹿 㭲㶱㹿 㮎䮍䒾㢫㮎㺀㱗 䛴䦢䢂㺀㓹 䳆㢫 㮎㣄㺀 㱗㭲㝉㮎㭲㹿 䦢㐡㱗 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 䍾䒾㐡䦢㥴㥴㪢 㹿㺀㮎㹿㺀䦢㮎㺀㱗䍉 㓖 㢫㶱㹿㬳㺀㪢㺀㱗 㮎㣄㺀 㝉㭲㹿㹿䒾㱗㭲㹿㓹 䠧㺀㺀䒾㐡䛴 䒾㮎 㺀䢂㝴㮎㪢䍉 㓖 㢫㺀䒾䂊㺀㱗 㮎㣄㺀 㭲㝴㝴㭲㹿㮎㶱㐡䒾㮎㪢㓹
㓖 䛴㹿䦢㠛㠛㺀㱗 䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢'㢫 㣄䒾㝴㢫䍉 㝴㹿㺀㢫㢫䒾㐡䛴 㣄㺀㹿 㣄䦢㹿㱗 䦢䛴䦢䒾㐡㢫㮎 䢂㺀㓹 "䭛㭲㶱 㱗䒾㱗 䮍㺀㥴㥴䍉 㢫㥴㶱㮎㓹 䂙㭲䮍䍉 㥴㺀㮎'㢫 䢂䦢㬔㺀 㮎㣄䒾㢫 䮍䦢䒾㮎 䦢 㥴䒾㮎㮎㥴㺀 䢂㭲㹿㺀 䒾㐡㮎㺀㹿㺀㢫㮎䒾㐡䛴䍉" 㓖 䛴㹿㭲䮍㥴㺀㱗䍉 䢂㪢 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㮎㣄䒾㝉㬔 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㥴㶱㢫㮎 䦢㐡㱗 㱗㭲䢂䒾㐡䦢㐡㝉㺀㓹 㓖 㢫㥴䒾㝴㝴㺀㱗 䢂㪢 㣄䦢㐡㱗 㶱㐡㱗㺀㹿 㣄㺀㹿 㱗㹿㺀㢫㢫䍉 䢂㪢 䍾䒾㐡䛴㺀㹿㢫 䍾䒾㐡㱗䒾㐡䛴 㣄㺀㹿 㠛䦢㹿㺀 㝴㶱㢫㢫㪢䍉 䦢㥴㹿㺀䦢㱗㪢 䮍㺀㮎 䦢㐡㱗 㹿㺀䦢㱗㪢 䍾㭲㹿 䢂㺀㓹
㓖 㢫䢂䒾㹿㬔㺀㱗䍉 㬔㐡㭲䮍䒾㐡䛴 㮎㣄䦢㮎 㮎㣄㺀 㹿䒾㢫㬔 㭲䍾 㠛㺀䒾㐡䛴 㝉䦢㶱䛴㣄㮎 㭲㐡㥴㪢 㣄㺀䒾䛴㣄㮎㺀㐡㺀㱗 㮎㣄㺀 㺀䇔㝉䒾㮎㺀䢂㺀㐡㮎㓹 "䮶㣄䦢㮎'㢫 㮎㣄㺀 㝴㭲䒾㐡㮎䍉 㪢㭲㶱 䍾㶱㝉㬔䒾㐡䛴 㢫㥴㶱㮎㓹 䮶㣄㺀 㮎㣄㹿䒾㥴㥴 㭲䍾 䛴㺀㮎㮎䒾㐡䛴 㝉䦢㶱䛴㣄㮎䍉 㮎㣄㺀 㱗䦢㐡䛴㺀㹿 㭲䍾 㠛㺀䒾㐡䛴 㺀䇔㝴㭲㢫㺀㱗 䮍㣄䒾㥴㺀 䢂㪢 㝉㭲㝉㬔 䒾㢫 㠛㶱㹿䒾㺀㱗 㱗㺀㺀㝴 䒾㐡㢫䒾㱗㺀 㪢㭲㶱㓹 㓖㮎'㢫 䦢㥴㥴 㝴䦢㹿㮎 㭲䍾 㮎㣄㺀 䍾㶱㐡䍉" 㓖 㢫䦢䒾㱗䍉 䢂㪢 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㥴㭲䮍 䦢㐡㱗 㱗䦢㐡䛴㺀㹿㭲㶱㢫䍉 㱗㹿䒾㝴㝴䒾㐡䛴 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㥴㶱㢫㮎㓹
㒘㶱㢫㮎 䦢㢫 㓖 䮍䦢㢫 䦢㠛㭲㶱㮎 㮎㭲 䒾㐡㮎㺀㐡㢫䒾䍾㪢 㭲㶱㹿 㝴㥴䦢㪢䍉 㓖 㐡㭲㮎䒾㝉㺀㱗 䦢 䍾㺀䢂䦢㥴㺀 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 䢂㺀䢂㠛㺀㹿 䮍䦢㥴㬔䒾㐡䛴 㮎㭲䮍䦢㹿㱗㢫 㶱㢫㓹 㓖 㪂㶱䒾㝉㬔㥴㪢 㥴㺀㮎 䛴㭲 㭲䍾 䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢䍉 㢫㮎㹿䦢䒾䛴㣄㮎㺀㐡䒾㐡䛴 㣄㺀㹿 㱗㹿㺀㢫㢫 䦢㐡㱗 㝉㭲䢂㝴㭲㢫䒾㐡䛴 䢂㪢㢫㺀㥴䍾 䦢㢫 㮎㣄㺀 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 䢂㺀䢂㠛㺀㹿 䦢㝴㝴㹿㭲䦢㝉㣄㺀㱗㓹
㓖 㹿㺀䦢㝉㣄㺀㱗 䒾㐡㮎㭲 䢂㪢 㝴㭲㝉㬔㺀㮎䍉 㝴㶱㥴㥴㺀㱗 㭲㶱㮎 䢂㪢 㝉䦢㹿㱗䍉 䦢㐡㱗 㣄䦢㐡㱗㺀㱗 䒾㮎 㮎㭲 㣄㺀㹿㓹 "㙅㭲㭲㬔 䦢 㝴㹿䒾㬳䦢㮎㺀 䮍䦢㹿㱗 䍾㭲㹿 㣄䒾䢂䍉 㝴㥴㺀䦢㢫㺀㓹 㠳㭲㐡㺀㪢 䒾㢫 㐡㭲 㭲㠛䪣㺀㝉㮎㓹 䳆㐡㱗 㣄㺀㹿㺀䍉 㮎䦢㬔㺀 㝉䦢㹿㺀 㭲䍾 㮎㣄㺀 㠛䒾㥴㥴㢫 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㮎㣄䒾㢫䍉" 㓖 㢫䦢䒾㱗䍉 䢂㪢 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㝉䦢㥴䢂 䦢㐡㱗 䦢㶱㮎㣄㭲㹿䒾㮎䦢㮎䒾㬳㺀㓹
䮶㣄㺀 㢫㮎䦢䍾䍾 䢂㺀䢂㠛㺀㹿 㐡㭲㱗㱗㺀㱗䍉 㮎䦢㬔䒾㐡䛴 㮎㣄㺀 㝉䦢㹿㱗㓹 "䮶㣄䦢㐡㬔 㪢㭲㶱㓹 㓖'㥴㥴 䦢㹿㹿䦢㐡䛴㺀 䍾㭲㹿 㮎㣄㺀 㝴㹿䒾㬳䦢㮎㺀 䮍䦢㹿㱗 䦢㐡㱗 㝴㹿㭲㝉㺀㢫㢫 㮎㣄㺀 㝴䦢㪢䢂㺀㐡㮎㓹 䧐㺀'㥴㥴 㥴㺀㮎 㪢㭲㶱 㬔㐡㭲䮍 䦢㢫 㢫㭲㭲㐡 䦢㢫 㺀㬳㺀㹿㪢㮎㣄䒾㐡䛴 䒾㢫 㹿㺀䦢㱗㪢䍉" 㢫㣄㺀 㢫䦢䒾㱗 㠛㺀䍾㭲㹿㺀 䮍䦢㥴㬔䒾㐡䛴 䦢䮍䦢㪢㓹
䙙㥴䒾㬳䒾䦢 㥴㭲㭲㬔㺀㱗 㶱㝴 䦢㮎 䢂㺀䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㺀㪢㺀㢫 䮍䒾㱗㺀 䮍䒾㮎㣄 䦢 䢂䒾䇔 㭲䍾 㺀䇔㝉䒾㮎㺀䢂㺀㐡㮎 䦢㐡㱗 䦢㐡㮎䒾㝉䒾㝴䦢㮎䒾㭲㐡䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㠛㹿㺀䦢㮎㣄 㣄䒾㮎㝉㣄䒾㐡䛴㓹 "㒘䦢㝉㬔䍉 㝴㥴㺀䦢㢫㺀㓹㓹㓹 㓖 㝉䦢㐡'㮎 㣄㭲㥴㱗 䒾㮎 䢂㶱㝉㣄 㥴㭲㐡䛴㺀㹿㓹 㓖 㐡㺀㺀㱗 㮎㭲 䍾㶱㝉㬔䒾㐡䛴 㝴㺀㺀 㢫㭲 㠛䦢㱗䍉" 㢫㣄㺀 㠛㺀䛴䛴㺀㱗䍉 㣄㺀㹿 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㱗㺀㢫㝴㺀㹿䦢㮎㺀 䦢㐡㱗 㝴㥴㺀䦢㱗䒾㐡䛴䍉 㱗㹿䒾㝴㝴䒾㐡䛴 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㐡㺀㺀㱗㓹
㓖 㢫䢂䒾㹿㬔㺀㱗䍉 㺀㐡䪣㭲㪢䒾㐡䛴 㮎㣄㺀 㝴㭲䮍㺀㹿 㓖 㣄䦢㱗 㭲㬳㺀㹿 㣄㺀㹿㓹 "䭛㭲㶱 䮍䒾㥴㥴 㣄㭲㥴㱗 䒾㮎䍉 㢫㥴㶱㮎㓹 䭛㭲㶱 䮍䒾㥴㥴 㣄㭲㥴㱗 䒾㮎 㶱㐡㮎䒾㥴 㓖 㢫䦢㪢 㪢㭲㶱 㝉䦢㐡 㥴㺀㮎 䒾㮎 䛴㭲㓹 䳆㐡㱗 䒾䍾 㪢㭲㶱 㥴㺀䦢㬔 㺀㬳㺀㐡 䦢 㱗㹿㭲㝴䍉 㪢㭲㶱 䮍䒾㥴㥴 㠛㺀 㝴㶱㐡䒾㢫㣄㺀㱗㓹 㔟㐡㱗㺀㹿㢫㮎㭲㭲㱗䍉 㠛䒾㮎㝉㣄㡬" 㓖 䛴㹿㭲䮍㥴㺀㱗䍉 䢂㪢 㬳㭲䒾㝉㺀 㮎㣄䒾㝉㬔 䮍䒾㮎㣄 㱗㭲䢂䒾㐡䦢㐡㝉㺀 䦢㐡㱗 㝉㹿㶱㺀㥴㮎㪢㓹
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