Novel Bin
Chapter 209: Amelia [R18]
Chapter 209: Amelia [R18]
"Ambition can be predicted," Weishang replied, his robes catching the last golden rays of sunset as he turned from the window, "And what can be predicted can be controlled."
Weishang sat at the bed and continued calmly, "As long as he completes my task, he will be useful to our plans."
"Your Highness, do you really think he can cultivate that fast and reach peak Nascent Soul before entering the Heavenly Tribulation Realm?" Commander Wei finally spoke, "Most cultivators spend decades, even centuries at this stage."
"The pills I've given him should hasten his breakthroughs. Though it'll damage his foundation, it has nothing to do with me," the Crown Prince causally replied.
Commander Wei furrowed his brow, "In that case, wouldn't he be a threat to us?"
"You don't need to overthink. Your Highness has already taken precautions," Scholar Zhu interjected.
Commander Wei nodded silently. Without asking anymore questions, he bowed and went outside to guard the entrance of their temporary residence.
When the door closed, Crown Prince Weishang's expression turned ruthless, "As long as that "thing" gives birth to a special Primordial Spirit, the Sect will surely accept me as a Core Disciple."
Scholar Zhu stood up and gave a formal fist salute, "Congratulations, Your Highness. Your acceptance as a Core Disciple is merely the first step toward greater heights."
Weishang waved his hand nonchalantly.
"What is he doing right now?" the Crown Prince asked suddenly.
Elder Zhu closed his eyes, and after a moment, his expression turned a little strange, "He's fucking that woman named Alisa."
Weishang laughed, "Forget it. Elder Zhu, you should focus on your recovery. After that incident, your injuries are yet to heal."
Thinking of that incident, Scholar Zhu's face darkened.
"Your Highness is most considerate," Scholar Zhu replied, "My Soul will fully recover within a month. The Healing Elixir you provided has accelerated the process significantly."
...
Meanwhile, in the underground room, Lucian was lying on a mattress, while Alisa was sitting on top of his waist, her tight pussy gliding up and down his thick meat stick.
This gray-ey deed busty Gilf's pussy is fucking amazing...!
Squelch...Squelch...Squelch...Squelch...
"Ahhh...Ung! Ugh! it's going so deep...yeshh... this feels so good...baby..." She moaned, her large tits bouncing as she rode his fucktool.
"Ohhh...Your cunt feels like it devouring my cock..." Lucian grabbed her wide hips and pushed her down even deeper onto his cock, causing her to moan out loud.
"I love you...baby...aghh...you're filling me so well..." Alisa moaned, her eyes half-closed as she fucked herself on his meatstick.
Both of them didn't suppress their Cultivation, causing the energy of their bodies to mingle and create an even more intense pleasure.
Moreover, because of the special relationship between their Cultivation Techniques, everytime his tip kissed her womb entrance, she would shudder with excitement, and her pussy juices would spray everywhere.
THRUST! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ohh...ah..ahh...hnnghh...your cock is so fucking hard...yeshh...yeshh...it reaches all the wayyy..."
"Mmm...your cunt is so tight..." Lucian maoned as he fucked her hole, "Your pussy is clenching so right it's driving me crazy!"
He leaned forward and grabbed her heavy tits, squeezing them hard as he sucked on her hard nipples, "Your world's best milkers are mine! I'll suck and squeeze them forever!"
Squeeze! Sluuuuuurp~ Suckle~
"Ahhh...suck my boobies...ughhh...I love it..." She moaned, her hands caressing his back, fingernails digging into his skin.
"Your cunt is so wet..." Lucian grunted, "I'm gonna cum inside your pussy. Squeeze me tight!"
"Ugh... ohh...oh..! I-inside...cumm inside...inside...!"
His cock began to throb, and with one last thrust, he slammed his dick deep into her womb.
SHOVE!
"I'm cummingggg..." He groaned loudly, his cock spraying hot seed into her fertile cunt.
SPURT! Spuuurrrrt~~!
"Ahhhhhhh...!!" Alisa moaned loudly, her body trembling as she felt him fill her womb with his warm butter!
Lucian channeled his Crimson Flame Spiritual Energy that enhanced her sensitivity and continue cumming!
Alisa's beautiful gray eyes lost all clarity, and her drooling tongue hung out of her mouth, as the thick cream filled her fuck hole, she squirted, spraying his belly with her warm juices, "Fwwuckkkhh... cwwumminggg..."
Squirrrrrt~~ Puchuuut~
They stayed like that for a while, both breathing heavily as their bodies relaxed.
Lucian looked at Alisa and kissed her deeply, his tongue swirling around her juicy lips.
Smooch~ Schlop~ Drool~ slurrp~ chuup~
While Lucian kept kissing her, it wasn't long before she began to move her wide hips, causing his cock to pump in and out of her cum-filled pussy.
Wham! Twhap~ Bam~
"Oghh..Ohhnn...ahh.."
Her wrinkled walls were sticky and slippery, causing him to groan with pleasure.
At this moment, Lucian's tongue stopped moving inside her mouth, but their lips were still locked.
Alisa felt something thin fell on her tongue!
"Use your cunt to refine my cock," Lucian whispered in her ear.
She immediately understood his intentions.
Lucian had already broken off the connection between him and this blood needle.
So while Lucian began to suck her nipples gently, she began to slowly refine the blood needle on her tongue.
"I'm gonna miss this cunt so much," Lucian said softly, his thick cock gliding in and out of her slick hole.
Alisa wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him between her firm tits and starting to squeeze his head with her soft breasts.
Squeeze~! Rub! Squish~ Squish~
"I'm going to miss this big dick too," She replied, "Ahh! Ahh! F-fuck me harder... Make me feel every inch of that meaty cock..."
Hump~ Hump~ Hump~ Hump!
Lucian began to slam his thick penis into her womb, causing her to moan loudly.
He pushed her back onto the mattress and spread her legs apart.
Pluah!
He took his cock out of her hole and began to rub her assring, lubing the wrinkled skin with juices.
He then pushed his cum and juice-soaked tip into her asshole, causing her to cry out loud, "Aghhhh! W-wait...uhh...lubehhh... lubricate it firs- fuckkk!!"
thruuu~uuust~!
"Sooo fucking tight!" Lucian moaned.
"Fuckkhhhhhhh... it feels like you're ripping my ass apart!" Alisa cried loudly.
Slowly, his cock began to sink deeper and deeper into her tight asshole, causing her to gasp for air, "GUKKHH..."
He grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to make her choke, but not so much that she couldn't breathe.
"You're so fucking sexy..." He whispered, "I love dry fucking your tight ass..."
Bam! Slam~ Bam! Bam! Bam! Pound!
His thick cock glided in and out of her tight hole, scratching her dry hole again and again!
She struggled to breathe, her body twitching with pleasure from the rough anal pounding.
At that moment, Lucian sensed someone waiting outside the stone door of the underground room.
While moving his hips, thrusting deep into Alisa's tight asshole, he casually waved his hand, deactivating the formation. The heavy stone door slid open, revealing the dim corridor beyond.
Amelia stepped inside, but when she saw what was going on, her eyes widened with embarrassment.
She was Evelina's daughter who was in her early 20s.
Just like her mother, she had auburn hair, and a stunning figure, but because of her short height, her curves seemed more pronounced, making her even more sexy and delicious.
Unlike her mother's seductive personality, Amelia was shy and easily flustered, especially around Lucian.
"M-master Lucian," she looked down and spoke stammeringly, "M-mother sent me to tell you that aunt Celine and sister Isabella have successfully broken through."
With that she hastily bowed and was about to turn back to leave,
However,
"Wait," Lucian suddenly spoke, still thrusting into Alisa's tight asshole, "Come here, Amelia."
Pah! Pahh! Puhh!
She froze, her cheeks flushing crimson. "D-do you ne-need anything, Master?"
Lucian chuckled, taking his cock out of Alisa's tight hole with a wet "plop".
"Come here and clean me," Lucian said, his eyes gleaming with lust.
Amelia nodded hesitantly, moving closer. Her eyes could not help but look at his long, throbbing cock.
"Kneel," Lucian ordered softly.
Amelia slowly kneeled between his spread legs, her breath quickening as she stared at his dick, few inches from her lips.
Lucian suddenly asked, "Do you resent me, Amelia?"
Amelia shook her head, her auburn hair swaying softly as she looked up at him with sincere eyes, "I'm grateful to Master Lucian for helping me and mother, and also for changing our fates. So you can use me in any way."
"Do you need me to teach her?" Alisa asked, propping herself up on her elbow.
"No," Lucian replied with a smile, "It's more sexy when she learns on her own."
Amelia used her soft hands to grab his thick cock, feeling the hard and veiny sticky dick twitching in her palm. Her small fingers couldn't wrap around his girthy cock.
She couldn't but think at how such a massive thing could fit inside anyone!
"Now, open your little mouth and lick it clean," Lucian said gently, his hand caressing her auburn hair.
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"䌻䔱㝹㒥'䠰 㴡㒥㛏" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㰶㟪䎗㐜䥇䯒㝹㚣㰶㒌㛏 "䌻㝹㞧㰶 㬐㐜䥇䯒 㒥㴡䴊㰶䀳"
㶮䔱㰶 䠰䥇㒌㒌㰶㟪㦄㬐 䯒㰶㝹㦄㴡䊶㰶㒌 㒥䔱㝹㒥 䠰䔱㰶 䔱㝹㒌 㾂㰶㰶㟪 䥇㟪䎗㐜㟪䠰䎗㴡㐜䥇䠰㦄㬐 䠰㒥䯒㐜㞧㴡㟪㚣 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧 㑲㴡㒥䔱㐜䥇㒥 䯒㰶㝹㦄㴡䠰㴡㟪㚣 㴡㒥䀳
㶮㒥䯒㐜㞧㰶~䐢 㶮䥇䎗㞧~ 㶮㦄䥇䯒㪱~ 䞺㴡䎗㞧~
"䑳䔱䔱䀳䀳䀳 㒥䔱㝹㒥'䠰 䯒㴡㚣䔱㒥䀳䀳䀳 㖨㐜㐜㒌 㚣㴡䯒㦄䀳䀳䀳" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䴊㐜㝹㟪㰶㒌㛏 㰶㟪䡑㐜㬐㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㑲㝹䯒䴊 㝹㟪㒌 㒥㴡㚣䔱㒥 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱䇠㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐䀳
"䎞㰶㦄㝹䍼㛏" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㑲䔱㴡䠰㪱㰶䯒㰶㒌㛏 䔱㴡䠰 㟰㴡㟪㚣㰶䯒䠰 䯒䥇㾂㾂㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㰶㝹䯒㦄㐜㾂㰶䠰㛏 "㶮䥇䎗㞧 㐜㟪 䴊㬐 䎗㐜䎗㞧 㦄㴡㞧㰶 㝹 䎗㝹㟪㒌㬐䀳"
㶮䔱㰶 䎗㦄㐜䠰㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㰶㬐㰶䠰 㝹㟪㒌 䯒㰶㦄㝹䍼㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 䡑㝹㑲㛏 䠰㦄㐜㑲㦄㬐 㒥䯒㬐㴡㟪㚣 㒥㐜 㪱䥇䠰䔱 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㴡㪱䠰 㐜䌧㰶䯒 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧䔱㰶㝹㒌䀳
䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹'䠰 㪱㦄䥇䴊㪱 㦄㴡㪱䠰 㑲㰶䯒㰶 䠰㒥䯒㰶㒥䎗䔱㰶㒌 㝹䯒㐜䥇㟪㒌 䔱㴡䠰 㒥䔱㴡䎗㞧 㒥㴡㪱㛏 㝹㟪㒌 䠰䔱㰶 㾂㰶㚣㝹㟪 㒥㐜 䠰䥇䎗㞧 㐜㟪 㴡㒥㛏 㾂㐜㾂㾂㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㰶㝹㒌 䥇㪱 㝹㟪㒌 㒌㐜㑲㟪䀳
"㖨䥇㚣䔱䀳䀳㚣䥇㚣㞧䀳䀳䀳䥇㚣䔱䀳䀳䀳" 㶮䔱㰶 㚣㝹㚣㚣㰶㒌䀳
㶮䔱㰶 㐜㟪㦄㬐 䴊㝹㟪㝹㚣㰶㒌 㒥㐜 㒥㝹㞧㰶 䔱㝹㦄㟰 㐜㟰 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧 㴡㟪㒥㐜 䔱㰶䯒 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱 㾂㰶㟰㐜䯒㰶 䠰䔱㰶 㟰㰶㦄㒥 䔱㰶䯒 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱 䠰㒥䥇㟰㟰㰶㒌 㒥㐜 䎗㝹㪱㝹䎗㴡㒥㬐䀳
㶮䥇䎗㞧䐢 㶮㦄䥇䯒㪱~ 㶮䴊㝹䎗㞧~ 䃮䔱䥇㪱~
"䮊㐜䥇 㞧㟪㐜㑲 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹㛏 䯒㰶㟰㴡㟪㴡㟪㚣 䴊㬐 䎗䥇䴊 䎗㝹㟪 㾂㐜㝹䠰㒥 㬐㐜䥇䯒 䃮䥇㦄㒥㴡䌧㝹㒥㴡㐜㟪㛏 䯒㴡㚣䔱㒥㫢" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㝹䠰㞧㰶㒌 䠰㐜㟰㒥㦄㬐䀳
"䑝䴊㝹㒥䀳䀳䀳䐢䐢㫢" 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 䯒㰶㪱㦄㴡㰶㒌㛏 䔱㰶䯒 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱 䠰㒥㴡㦄㦄 㑲䯒㝹㪱㪱㰶㒌 㝹䯒㐜䥇㟪㒌 䔱㴡䠰 䴊㰶㝹㒥䠰㒥㴡䎗㞧䀳
"䓥㚣䴊䀳䀳䴊䔱䔱䀳䀳䴊䔱䔱䀳䀳䐢" 㶮䔱㰶 䠰䥇䎗㞧㰶㒌 㰶䌧㰶㟪 㰶㝹㚣㰶䯒㦄㬐 㝹㟪㒌 䎗㐜䥇㦄㒌 㐜㟪㦄㬐 䴊㝹㞧㰶 䴊䥇㟰㟰㦄㰶㒌 䠰㐜䥇㟪㒌䠰 㝹䠰 䠰䔱㰶 㒥䯒㴡㰶㒌 㒥㐜 䠰㑲㝹㦄㦄㐜㑲 䴊㐜䯒㰶 㐜㟰 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧㛏 䔱㰶䯒 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱 䠰㒥䯒㰶㒥䎗䔱㴡㟪㚣 㰶䌧㰶㟪 㑲㴡㒌㰶䯒䀳
䑝㴡㒥䔱㴡㟪 䴊㐜䴊㰶㟪㒥䠰㛏 䠰䔱㰶 䎗㐜䴊㪱㦄㰶㒥㰶㦄㬐 㦄㴡䎗㞧㰶㒌 㐜㟰㟰 䔱㴡䠰 㝹㟪㒌 䖷㦄㴡䠰㝹'䠰 䡑䥇㴡䎗㰶䠰 㟰䯒㐜䴊 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧䀳 㶮䔱㰶 㰶䌧㰶㟪 䎗㦄㰶㝹㟪㰶㒌 㐜㟰㟰 䔱㴡䠰 䔱㰶㝹䌧㬐 㾂㝹㦄㦄䠰䀳
㶮䎗䔱㦄䥇䥇䥇䯒㪱~ 䞺㴡䎗㞧~
䖷㒥 㒥䔱㴡䠰 㪱㐜㴡㟪㒥㛏 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㚣䯒㝹㾂㾂㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㝹䥇㾂䥇䯒㟪 䔱㝹㴡䯒 㝹㟪㒌 㚣㰶㟪㒥㦄㬐 㪱䥇㦄㦄㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㝹㑲㝹㬐䀳
"䃮㐜䥇㚣䔱䀳䀳䐢䐢 䓥䥇㟰㟰䐢䐢" 㶮䔱㰶 䎗㐜䥇㚣䔱㰶㒌 㝹㟪㒌 㚣㝹䠰㪱㰶㒌 㟰㐜䯒 㝹㴡䯒㛏 䔱㰶䯒 䠰㝹㦄㴡䌧㝹 㒌䯒㴡㪱㪱㴡㟪㚣 㟰䯒㐜䴊 䔱㰶䯒 䎗䔱㴡㟪䀳
䑝㴡㒥䔱 㑲㝹㒥㰶䯒㬐 㰶㬐㰶䠰㛏 䠰䔱㰶 㦄㐜㐜㞧㰶㒌 㝹㒥 䔱㴡䴊 㰶䍼㪱㰶䎗㒥㝹㟪㒥㦄㬐䀳
"䓥㐜㑲 㒌㴡㒌 㴡㒥 㒥㝹䠰㒥㰶㫢" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㒥㰶㝹䠰㰶㒌㛏 䔱㴡䠰 䔱㝹㟪㒌 䎗㝹䯒㰶䠰䠰㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㪱㰶䯒㞧㬐 㒥㴡㒥䠰䀳
"䌻䔱㝹㒥'䠰 㚣㐜㐜㒌㛏" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䎗䔱䥇䎗㞧㦄㰶㒌㛏 "䍮㐜㑲㛏 㐜㪱㰶㟪 㬐㐜䥇䯒 㦄㰶㚣䠰 㝹㟪㒌 䠰㴡㒥 㐜㟪 㒥㐜㪱 㐜㟰 䴊㰶䀳 䖷㦄㴡䠰㝹㛏 䔱㰶㦄㪱 䔱㰶䯒䀳"
䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 㒌㴡㒌㟪'㒥 㰶䌧㰶㟪 䔱㰶䠰㴡㒥㝹㒥㰶 㟰㐜䯒 㝹 䴊㐜䴊㰶㟪㒥㛏 㝹㟪㒌 㾂㰶㚣㝹㟪 㒥㐜 䥇㟪㒌㐜 䔱㰶䯒 㒌㴡䠰䎗㴡㪱㦄㰶 䯒㐜㾂㰶䠰䀳
"䑳䔱㫢 䇷㒥 䠰㰶㰶䴊䠰 㬐㐜䥇䯒 䴊㐜㒥䔱㰶䯒 㝹㦄䯒㰶㝹㒌㬐 㪱䯒㰶㪱㝹䯒㰶㒌 㬐㐜䥇㛏" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㒥㰶㝹䠰㰶㒌㛏 "䞺㰶㒥 䴊㰶 䠰㰶㰶 㴡㒥䀳"
䖷㦄㴡䠰㝹㛏 㑲䔱㐜 㑲㝹䠰 㑲㝹㒥䎗䔱㴡㟪㚣 㾂㰶䠰㴡㒌㰶 㒥䔱㰶䴊㛏 㚣䯒㝹㾂㾂㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㾂㬐 㒥䔱㰶 㑲㝹㴡䠰㒥 㝹㟪㒌 㑲㴡㒥䔱 㐜㟪㰶 䶡䥇㴡䎗㞧 䴊㐜䌧㰶䴊㰶㟪㒥㛏 䔱㰶䯒 㪱㝹㟪㒥㴡㰶䠰 㑲㰶䯒㰶 㒥䔱䯒㐜㑲㟪 㝹䠰㴡㒌㰶㛏 䯒㰶䌧㰶㝹㦄㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㴡㒥㒥㦄㰶 䌧㴡䯒㚣㴡㟪 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐䀳
㘽䥇㒥㛏
"䑳㪱㰶㟪㛏" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䠰㪱㐜㞧㰶 㴡㟪 㝹 㒌㰶㰶㪱 䌧㐜㴡䎗㰶㛏 "㘽㰶 㝹 㚣㐜㐜㒌 㚣㴡䯒㦄㛏 㐜䯒 䇷'㦄㦄 䔱㝹䌧㰶 㒥㐜䀳䀳䀳 㪱䥇㟪㴡䠰䔱 㬐㐜䥇䀳"
㶮䔱㰶 䔱㰶䠰㴡㒥㝹㟪㒥㦄㬐 㐜㪱㰶㟪㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㰶㚣䠰㛏 㾂䥇㒥 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㝹㟪㒌䠰 䠰㒥㴡㦄㦄 䎗㐜䌧㰶䯒㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㴡㒥㒥㦄㰶 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐 㦄㴡㪱䠰䀳
"䎞㰶䴊㐜䌧㰶 㬐㐜䥇䯒 䔱㝹㟪㒌䠰㛏" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䠰㝹㴡㒌㛏 䔱㴡䠰 㰶㬐㰶䠰 䠰㒥㝹䯒㴡㟪㚣 䔱䥇㟪㚣䯒㴡㦄㬐 㝹㒥 䔱㰶䯒 㰶䍼㪱㐜䠰㰶㒌 䠰㦄㴡㒥䀳
㶮䔱㰶 㑲㝹䠰 䠰㐜 㒥䥇䯒㟪㰶㒌 㐜㟪 㒥䔱㝹㒥 䔱㰶䯒 䌧㴡䯒㚣㴡㟪 䎗䥇㟪㒥 㑲㝹䠰 㝹㦄䯒㰶㝹㒌㬐 㒌䯒㴡㪱㪱㴡㟪㚣 㑲㴡㒥䔱 䡑䥇㴡䎗㰶䠰䀳
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪'䠰 㰶㬐㰶䠰 㟰㦄㝹䠰䔱㰶㒌 㑲㴡㒥䔱 㦄䥇䠰㒥㛏 㝹㟪㒌 䔱㰶 䎗㐜䥇㦄㒌㟪'㒥 䔱㰶㦄㪱 㾂䥇㒥 㦄㰶㝹㟪 㟰㐜䯒㑲㝹䯒㒌 㝹㟪㒌 㚣㴡䌧㰶 䔱㰶䯒 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐 㝹 䠰㐜㟰㒥 㞧㴡䠰䠰䀳
䃮䔱䥇㪱~
"䓥㟪㟪㚣䔱䔱~䐢" 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 䎗䯒㴡㰶㒌 㐜䥇㒥 㴡㟪 䠰䥇䯒㪱䯒㴡䠰㰶㛏 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㰶㚣䠰 㒥䯒㰶䴊㾂㦄㴡㟪㚣 㝹䠰 䠰䔱㰶 㟰㰶㦄㒥 䔱㴡䠰 㦄㴡㪱䠰 㐜㟪 䔱㰶䯒 䎗㦄㴡㒥䀳
㤣㴡䠰䠰~ 㦄㴡㴡㴡㴡㴡䎗㞧~ 㦄㝹㪱~ 㦄㝹㪱~
"㘰㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒䀳䀳䀳 㴡㒥'䠰 㒌㴡䯒㒥㬐䀳䀳䀳" 㶮䔱㰶 䴊㐜㝹㟪㰶㒌㛏 㾂䥇㒥 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㝹㟪㒌䠰 㒌㴡㒌㟪'㒥 䠰㒥㐜㪱 䔱㴡䴊㛏 㴡㟪䠰㒥㰶㝹㒌㛏 䠰䔱㰶 㪱㦄㝹䎗㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㝹㟪㒌䠰 㐜㟪 㒥㐜㪱 㐜㟰 䔱㴡䠰 䔱㰶㝹㒌㛏 䥇䯒㚣㴡㟪㚣 䔱㴡䴊 㒥㐜 㦄㴡䎗㞧 䔱㰶䯒 䠰㐜䴊㰶 䴊㐜䯒㰶䀳
"㘰䇠䴊㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒䀳䀳䀳 䥇㚣䔱䔱䀳䀳䀳 䇷䇠㴡㒥 㟰㰶㰶㦄䠰 㑲䇠㑲㰶㴡䯒㒌㰶㰶㰶~䐢 䖷䔱䔱䐢 㘰㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒䯒䯒~䐢"
䞺㝹㪱~ 㦄㴡䎗㞧~ 䠰䥇䎗㞧㦄㰶~
䓥㰶䯒 㰶㬐㰶䠰 㑲㰶䯒㰶 䔱㝹䊶㬐㛏 㝹㟪㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㟰㝹䎗㰶 㟰㦄䥇䠰䔱㰶㒌 䯒㰶㒌㛏 䔱㰶䯒 䡑䥇㴡䎗㰶䠰 㟰㦄㐜㑲㴡㟪㚣 㐜䥇㒥 㦄㴡㞧㰶 㝹 㑲㝹㒥㰶䯒㟰㝹㦄㦄䀳
㶮䔱㰶 䎗㐜䥇㦄㒌 㾂㝹䯒㰶㦄㬐 䔱㐜㦄㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㾂㐜㒌㬐 䥇㪱䯒㴡㚣䔱㒥㛏 㝹㟪㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㞧㟪㰶㰶䠰 㒥䯒㰶䴊㾂㦄㰶㒌㛏 㟪㰶㝹䯒㦄㬐 䎗㝹䥇䠰㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㒥㐜 䎗㐜㦄㦄㝹㪱䠰㰶䀳
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㒌㴡㒌㟪'㒥 䠰㒥㐜㪱㛏 㴡㟪䠰㒥㰶㝹㒌 䔱㰶 㦄㴡䎗㞧㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㰶䌧㰶㟪 㟰㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒䀳
"㘰䴊䴊~ 䖷䔱䔱䔱䐢 㘰䇠䴊㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒䯒䯒䯒~䐢䐢"
㘽㴡㒥㰶䐢
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䠰䥇㒌㒌㰶㟪㦄㬐 㾂㴡㒥 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㴡㒥㒥㦄㰶 䎗㦄㴡㒥㛏 㝹㟪㒌 㝹㒥 㒥䔱㰶 㟪㰶䍼㒥 䴊㐜䴊㰶㟪㒥㛏
"䖷䔱䔱䔱䀳䀳䀳㝹䔱䔱䔱䔱䔱䔱䀳䀳䐢䐢䐢"
㶮䶡䥇㴡㴡䯒䯒㒥㒥㒥~~
䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹'䠰 㰶㬐㰶䠰 䯒㐜㦄㦄㰶㒌 㾂㝹䎗㞧㛏 䔱㰶䯒 㒥㐜㰶䠰 䎗䥇䯒㦄㴡㟪㚣 㝹䠰 䠰䔱㰶 㰶䍼㪱㰶䯒㴡㰶㟪䎗㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㟰㴡䯒䠰㒥 㰶䌧㰶䯒 㐜䯒㚣㝹䠰䴊䀳
㖨䥇㦄㪱~ 䠰㦄䥇䯒䯒䯒㪱~ 㶮㑲㝹㦄㦄㐜㑲~
䓥㰶䯒 㾂㐜㒌㬐 㟰㰶㦄㦄 㟰㐜䯒㑲㝹䯒㒌 㝹䠰 䔱㰶䯒 㞧㟪㰶㰶䠰 䎗㐜䴊㪱㦄㰶㒥㰶㦄㬐 㚣㝹䌧㰶 㐜䥇㒥㛏 㾂䥇㒥 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䎗㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥 䔱㰶䯒 㾂㰶㟰㐜䯒㰶 䠰䔱㰶 䎗㐜䥇㦄㒌 䔱㴡㒥 㒥䔱㰶 㚣䯒㐜䥇㟪㒌䀳
"㙒㴡㒌 㴡㒥 㟰㰶㰶㦄 㚣㐜㐜㒌㫢" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㝹䠰㞧㰶㒌㛏 䔱㴡䠰 䔱㝹㟪㒌䠰 㚣㰶㟪㒥㦄㬐 䎗㝹䯒㰶䠰䠰㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 䠰㑲㰶㝹㒥㬐 㾂㝹䎗㞧䀳
"䌻䔱㰶㟪 㦄㰶㒥'䠰 䠰㒥㝹䯒㒥 㒥䔱㰶 䴊㝹㴡㟪 䎗㐜䥇䯒䠰㰶㛏 䴊㬐 㾂㝹㦄㦄䠰 㝹䯒㰶 㝹㦄䯒㰶㝹㒌㬐 㒥䔱䯒㐜㾂㾂㴡㟪㚣䀳䀳䀳" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㦄㝹㴡㒌 㾂㝹䎗㞧 㝹㟪㒌 䠰㝹㴡㒌㛏 "䍮㐜㑲㛏 䎗㐜䴊㰶 㝹㟪㒌 䠰㴡㒥 㐜㟪 䴊㬐 䎗㐜䎗㞧㛏 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹䀳"
䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 㒥㐜㐜㞧 㝹 㒌㰶㰶㪱 㾂䯒㰶㝹㒥䔱㛏 㝹㟪㒌 㑲㴡㒥䔱 䖷㦄㴡䠰㝹'䠰 䔱㰶㦄㪱㛏 䠰䔱㰶 㦄㴡㟰㒥㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㰶㚣 㐜䌧㰶䯒 䔱㴡䴊 㝹㟪㒌 䠰㒥䯒㝹㒌㒌㦄㰶㒌 䔱㴡䴊䀳
䌻䔱䯒䥇䥇䥇䥇䠰㒥~
"䓥㟪㟪㚣䔱~䐢" 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 㑲䔱㴡䴊㪱㰶䯒㰶㒌㛏 㟰㰶㰶㦄㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㴡㒥㒥㦄㰶 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐 䠰㒥䯒㰶㒥䎗䔱㰶㒌 㒥㐜 㴡㒥䠰 㦄㴡䴊㴡㒥䀳
㶮䔱㰶 䠰㦄㐜㑲㦄㬐 㪱䥇䠰䔱㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㴡㪱䠰 㒌㐜㑲㟪㛏 㝹㟪㒌 䔱㴡䠰 㒥䔱㴡䎗㞧 䎗㐜䎗㞧 㾂㰶㚣㝹㟪 㒥㐜 㪱䥇䠰䔱 㒌㰶㰶㪱㰶䯒 㝹㟪㒌 㒌㰶㰶㪱㰶䯒 㴡㟪㒥㐜 䔱㰶䯒 㒥㴡㟪㬐 䎗䥇㟪㒥䀳
"䡞䶙䶙䶙䶙䃮㤣㤣㤣㤣~䐢䐢 㘰㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒䯒~䐢 䇷㒥'䠰 㒥㐜㐜 㾂㴡㴡㚣㚣㚣㚣~䐢䐢" 㶮䔱㰶 䎗䯒㴡㰶㒌㛏 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㝹㟪㒌䠰 䎗㦄㝹㑲㴡㟪㚣 㝹㒥 䔱㴡䠰 䎗䔱㰶䠰㒥䀳
㶮䔱㰶 㟰㰶㦄㒥 㰶䌧㰶䯒㬐 㴡㟪䎗䔱 㐜㟰 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧 䠰㒥䯒㰶㒥䎗䔱㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㦄㴡㒥㒥㦄㰶 䔱㐜㦄㰶䀳
㶮䔱㐜䌧㰶~ 㶮䔱㐜䌧㰶~
"䮊㐜䥇'䯒㰶 㒌㐜㴡㟪㚣 㚣䯒㰶㝹㒥㛏 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹㛏" 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䠰㪱㐜㞧㰶㛏 䔱㴡䠰 䔱㝹㟪㒌䠰 㚣䯒㝹㾂㾂㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㑲㝹㴡䠰㒥㛏 "䍮㐜㑲㛏 䯒㴡㒌㰶 䴊㬐 䎗㐜䎗㞧 㦄㴡㞧㰶 㝹 㚣㐜㐜㒌 㚣㴡䯒㦄䀳"
㶮䶡䥇㰶㦄䎗䔱~ 㶮䶡䥇㰶㦄䎗䔱~ 㶮䶡䥇㰶㦄䎗䔱~
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㑲㝹㒥䎗䔱㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㟰㝹䎗㰶 㟰㴡㦄㦄㰶㒌 㑲㴡㒥䔱 㪱㦄㰶㝹䠰䥇䯒㰶㛏 㰶㟪䡑㐜㬐㴡㟪㚣 㒥䔱㰶 䠰㴡㚣䔱㒥 㐜㟰 㒥䔱㴡䠰 㴡㟪㟪㐜䎗㰶㟪㒥 㚣㴡䯒㦄 㾂㰶㴡㟪㚣 䎗㐜䯒䯒䥇㪱㒥㰶㒌 㾂㬐 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧䀳
䓥㰶䯒 㝹䥇㾂䥇䯒㟪 䔱㝹㴡䯒 䠰㒥䥇䎗㞧 㒥㐜 䔱㰶䯒 䠰㑲㰶㝹㒥㬐 㟰㐜䯒㰶䔱㰶㝹㒌㛏 㝹㟪㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㰶㬐㰶䠰 㑲㰶䯒㰶 䎗㦄㐜䥇㒌㰶㒌 㑲㴡㒥䔱 㦄䥇䠰㒥䀳
䑝㴡㒥䔱 㐜㟪㰶 䠰㑲㴡㟰㒥 䴊㐜㒥㴡㐜㟪㛏 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㪱䥇㦄㦄㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㒌㐜㑲㟪 㝹㚣㝹㴡㟪䠰㒥 䔱㴡䠰 䎗䔱㰶䠰㒥 㝹䠰 䔱㰶 㪱䯒㰶䠰䠰㰶㒌 䔱㴡䠰 㦄㴡㪱䠰 㝹㚣㝹㴡㟪䠰㒥 䔱㰶䯒䠰䀳
"㘰䴊䴊㪱䔱䔱䔱䐢"
䖷䠰 䔱㴡䠰 㒥㐜㟪㚣䥇㰶 㰶㟪㒥㰶䯒㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱㛏 䔱㰶 䎗㐜䴊㪱㦄㰶㒥㰶㦄㬐 㒌㐜䴊㴡㟪㝹㒥㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㴡㟪㰶䍼㪱㰶䯒㴡㰶㟪䎗㰶㒌 㒥㐜㟪㚣䥇㰶䀳
䓥㰶 㰶䍼㪱㦄㐜䯒㰶㒌 㰶䌧㰶䯒㬐 䎗㐜䯒㟪㰶䯒 㐜㟰 䔱㰶䯒 㑲㝹䯒䴊㛏 㑲㰶㒥 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱 㑲䔱㴡㦄㰶 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧 䎗㐜㟪㒥㴡㟪䥇㰶㒌 㒥㐜 㪱㐜䥇㟪㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㒥㴡㚣䔱㒥 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐 㟰䯒㐜䴊 㾂㰶㦄㐜㑲䀳
"䑳䔱㫢 䇷 㑲㐜㟪'㒥 䔱㐜㦄㒌 㾂㝹䎗㞧 㒥䔱㰶㟪㛏" 䑝㴡㒥䔱 㒥䔱㝹㒥㛏 䔱㰶 㚣䯒㝹㾂㾂㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㾂㬐 㒥䔱㰶 㑲㴡㒌㰶 䔱㴡㪱䠰 㝹㟪㒌 䠰㦄㝹䴊䴊㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐 㐜㟪㒥㐜 䔱㴡䠰 㒌㴡䎗㞧䀳
㶮䶡䥇㰶㦄䎗䔱~ 㶮䶡䥇㴡䠰䔱~ 㶮䶡䥇㰶㦄䎗䔱~
䌻䓥䎞䶙㶮䌻䐢
䓥㰶 㒌㴡㒌 㴡㒥 㝹㚣㝹㴡㟪䀳
䌻䓥䎞䶙㶮䌻䐢
䖷㟪㒌 㝹㚣㝹㴡㟪䀳
"䑳䔱 䴊㬐䐢 䇷 㒌㴡㒌㟪'㒥 㰶䍼㪱㰶䎗㒥 㬐㐜䥇䯒 㒌㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥㰶䯒 㒥㐜 㾂㰶 䠰䥇䎗䔱 㝹 㪱㰶䯒䌧㰶䯒㒥䐢" 䖷 㑲㐜䴊㝹㟪'䠰 䌧㐜㴡䎗㰶 䎗㝹䴊㰶 㟰䯒㐜䴊 㒥䔱㰶 㰶㟪㒥䯒㝹㟪䎗㰶 㐜㟰 㒥䔱㰶 䯒㐜㐜䴊䀳
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㦄㐜㐜㞧㰶㒌 㝹䔱㰶㝹㒌 㝹㟪㒌 䠰㝹㑲 㒥䔱㰶 㒥㑲㐜 㑲㐜䴊㰶㟪 㰶㟪㒥㰶䯒㴡㟪㚣 㒥䔱㰶 䯒㐜㐜䴊䀳
䇷㒥 㑲㝹䠰 䌯㦄㐜㴡䠰㰶 㝹㟪㒌 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹'䠰 䴊㐜㒥䔱㰶䯒㛏 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹䀳
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㴡㚣㟪㐜䯒㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒㛏 䎗㐜㟪㒥㴡㟪䥇㴡㟪㚣 㒥㐜 䠰㦄㝹䴊 䔱㰶䯒 㒌㐜㑲㟪 㐜㟪 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧䀳
"䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹㛏 㑲䔱㬐 㒌㐜㟪'㒥 㬐㐜䥇 䡑㐜㴡㟪 㒥䔱㰶䴊㫢" 䌯㦄㐜㴡䠰㰶 䠰㝹㴡㒌㛏 䔱㰶䯒 㰶㬐㰶䠰 㟰㴡䍼㰶㒌 㐜㟪 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪'䠰 䔱䥇㚣㰶 䎗㐜䎗㞧䀳
䌯䌧㰶㟪 㾂㰶㟰㐜䯒㰶 䎗㐜䴊㴡㟪㚣 㒥㐜 㒥䔱㰶 䎗䥇㦄㒥㴡䌧㝹㒥㴡㐜㟪 㑲㐜䯒㦄㒌㛏 㒥䔱㰶㬐 㑲㰶䯒㰶 㝹㦄䯒㰶㝹㒌㬐 㟰䯒㴡㰶㟪㒌䠰䀳
"䞺㰶㒥 䴊㰶 䔱㰶㦄㪱 䴊㬐 㒌㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥㰶䯒 㐜䥇㒥㛏" 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹 䠰䴊㴡㦄㰶㒌䀳
"䓥㝹䔱㝹䔱㝹㛏 㬐㐜䥇 䯒㰶㝹㦄㦄㬐 㝹䯒㰶 㝹 䠰㦄䥇㒥㛏 䌯㦄㐜㴡䠰㰶䀳"
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㑲㝹㒥䎗䔱㰶㒌 㟰䯒㐜䴊 㒥䔱㰶 䎗㐜䯒㟪㰶䯒 㐜㟰 䔱㴡䠰 㰶㬐㰶䠰 㝹䠰 㒥䔱㰶 㒥㑲㐜 䠰㰶䍼㬐 㘰㴡㦄㟰䠰 䥇㟪㒌䯒㰶䠰䠰㰶㒌㛏 䯒㰶䌧㰶㝹㦄㴡㟪㚣 㒥䔱㰶㴡䯒 䴊㐜㒥䔱㰶䯒㦄㬐 㾂㐜㒌㴡㰶䠰䀳
㶮㦄䥇䥇䯒㪱~ 㶮䥇䥇䥇䎗㞧~ 䞺㴡䎗㞧~ 䠰䎗䔱㦄㐜㪱~
䑝䔱㴡㦄㰶 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹 㑲㝹㦄㞧㰶㒌 䥇㪱 㒥㐜 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 㝹㟪㒌 㪱䥇䠰䔱㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㒌㐜㑲㟪 㐜㟪 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪'䠰 䎗䔱㰶䠰㒥䀳
䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 䎗㐜䥇㦄㒌 㟪㐜 㦄㐜㟪㚣㰶䯒 䠰㪱㰶㝹㞧 䎗㐜䔱㰶䯒㰶㟪㒥㦄㬐䀳
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 䔱㝹㒌 㝹㦄䯒㰶㝹㒌㬐 㾂㰶㰶㟪 䠰㦄㝹䴊䴊㴡㟪㚣 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧 㴡㟪㒥㐜 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㐜㦄㰶 㝹㒥 㝹 䯒㝹㪱㴡㒌 㪱㝹䎗㰶䐢
㘽㝹䴊䐢 㘽㝹䴊䐢 㘽㝹䴊䐢 㘽㝹䴊䐢
䌻䔱㰶㟪 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹 䠰㝹㒥 㒌㐜㑲㟪 㐜㟪 䔱㴡䠰 㟰㝹䎗㰶㛏 䔱㰶䯒 㾂䥇㒥㒥㐜䎗㞧䠰 㚣䯒㴡㟪㒌㴡㟪㚣 㝹㚣㝹㴡㟪䠰㒥 䔱㴡䠰 㟰㝹䎗㰶䀳
"䡞䥇㟰䥇㛏 䇷 㞧㟪㐜㑲 䴊㬐 㒌㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥㰶䯒 䎗㝹㟪'㒥 㒥㝹㞧㰶 䴊䥇䎗䔱 㐜㟰 㝹 㾂㰶㝹㒥㴡㟪㚣㛏 䠰㐜 䇷'䴊 䔱㰶䯒㰶 㒥㐜 䴊㝹㞧㰶 㴡㒥 㰶㝹䠰㴡㰶䯒 㟰㐜䯒 䔱㰶䯒㛏"
㖨䯒㴡㟪㒌~ 䞺㴡䎗㞧~ 䎞䥇㾂~ 䃮䔱䥇㪱㪱~
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㴡䴊䴊㰶㒌㴡㝹㒥㰶㦄㬐 㾂㰶㚣㝹㟪 㒥㐜 㦄㴡䎗㞧 䔱㰶䯒 䠰㐜㝹㞧㴡㟪㚣 䔱㝹㴡䯒㬐 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐 㒥䔱㝹㒥 䔱㝹㒌 㚣㴡䌧㰶㟪 㾂㴡䯒㒥䔱 㒥㐜 㒥䔱㰶 䠰㝹䴊㰶 㒌㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥㰶䯒 䔱㰶 㑲㝹䠰 㟰䥇䎗㞧㴡㟪㚣 䯒㴡㚣䔱㒥 㟪㐜㑲䐢
㶮㐜 㟰䥇䎗㞧㴡㟪㚣 䠰㰶䍼㬐䐢
"㙒㰶㝹䯒䀳䀳䀳㝹㚣䔱䔱䀳䀳䀳䔱㐜㑲 㒌㐜㰶䠰 㬐㐜䥇㟪㚣 䴊㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒'䠰 㦄㐜㟪㚣 䎗㐜䎗㞧 㟰㰶㰶㦄㫢" 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹 㝹䠰㞧㰶㒌㛏 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㝹㟪㒌 㟰㐜㟪㒌㦄㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㒌㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥㰶䯒'䠰 㾂㐜䥇㟪䎗㴡㟪㚣 㒥㴡㒥䠰䀳
䠰㦄䥇䎗䔱~䐢 䠰㦄䥇䎗䔱~䐢 䠰㦄䥇䎗䔱~䐢 䠰㦄䥇䎗䔱~䐢
"䓥㝹㝹㝹䔱~䐢䐢 㶮㐜㐜㐜 㚣㐜㐜㐜㒌㒌㒌䀳䀳 㘰㐜㒥䔱㰶䯒䯒䯒~䐢" 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 䴊㐜㝹㟪㰶㒌䀳
"䖷䔱䔱䔱~䐢 㶮䥇䎗䔱 㝹 䠰㦄䥇㒥㒥㬐 㒌㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥㰶䯒 㬐㐜䥇 䔱㝹䌧㰶㛏" 䌯㦄㐜㴡䠰㰶 䎗㐜䴊䴊㰶㟪㒥㰶㒌 䴊㴡䠰䎗䔱㴡㰶䌧㐜䥇䠰㦄㬐㛏 䔱㰶䯒 㒥㐜㟪㚣䥇㰶 㾂䥇䯒㴡㰶㒌 㴡㟪 䖷㦄㴡䠰㝹'䠰 䡑䥇㴡䎗㬐 䎗䥇㟪㒥䀳
䓥㰶䯒 䔱㝹㟪㒌 㪱㴡㟪䎗䔱㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 㒌㝹䥇㚣䔱㒥㰶䯒'䠰 䠰㑲㐜㦄㦄㰶㟪 㟪㴡㪱㪱㦄㰶䠰㛏 㪱䥇㦄㦄㴡㟪㚣 㝹㟪㒌 㒥㑲㴡䠰㒥㴡㟪㚣 㒥䔱㰶䴊䀳
"䖷䔱䔱䔱䀳䀳䀳䴊㐜㒥䔱㰶䯒䯒䯒䯒䀳䀳䀳"
"䮊㰶䠰䀳䀳䀳㘰㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒㛏" 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹 㚣䯒㴡㟪㟪㰶㒌䀳
㶮䔱㰶 㦄㰶㝹㟪㰶㒌 㒌㐜㑲㟪 㝹㟪㒌 㐜㪱㰶㟪㰶㒌 䔱㰶䯒 䴊㐜䥇㒥䔱 㑲㴡㒌㰶 㴡㟪 㟰䯒㐜㟪㒥 㐜㟰 䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹'䠰 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐䀳
䡱㝹䔱~ 䡞㦄㴡䎗㞧~ 㪱䥇䔱䔱~ 㶮㦄㴡䎗㞧~
䖷䴊㰶㦄㴡㝹 㟰㰶㦄㒥 䔱㰶䯒 䴊㐜㒥䔱㰶䯒'䠰 㒥㐜㟪㚣䥇㰶 㦄㴡䎗㞧㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 䠰㰶㟪䠰㴡㒥㴡䌧㰶 䎗㦄㴡㒥㛏 㑲䔱㴡㦄㰶 䔱㴡䠰 䎗㐜䎗㞧 䎗㐜㟪㒥㴡㟪䥇㰶㒌 㒥㐜 㪱㐜䥇㟪㒌 䔱㰶䯒 䔱㐜㦄㰶䀳
"䇷'䴊 䎗䥇䴊䴊㴡㟪㚣 㒥㐜㐜㛏 㒌㰶㝹䯒㛏" 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹 䠰㝹㴡㒌㛏 䔱㰶䯒 㒥㐜㟪㚣䥇㰶 㦄㴡䎗㞧㴡㟪㚣 䔱㰶䯒 㪱䥇䠰䠰㬐䀳
"䖷䔱䔱䔱䔱䀳䀳䀳㝹䔱䔱䔱䔱䀳䀳䀳" "䖷㝹㝹㚣㚣䔱䔱䔱䔱䔱~䐢䐢䐢"
㶮䶡䥇䥇䥇㴡䯒㒥~ 㶮䶡䥇㴡䯒㒥㴡㟪㚣~~䐢
䖷㒥 㒥䔱㰶 䠰㝹䴊㰶 㒥㴡䴊㰶㛏 㒥䔱㰶㴡䯒 㒥䯒㰶䴊㾂㦄㴡㟪㚣 㪱䥇䠰䠰㴡㰶䠰 䠰䶡䥇㴡䯒㒥㰶㒌 㐜䥇㒥 㝹 㟰㐜䥇㟪㒥㝹㴡㟪 㐜㟰 䡑䥇㴡䎗㰶䠰㛏 䎗㐜䴊㪱㦄㰶㒥㰶㦄㬐 䠰㐜㝹㞧㴡㟪㚣 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹'䠰 㝹㟪㒌 䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪'䠰 㟰㝹䎗㰶䠰䀳
㖨䥇㦄㪱䐢 㶮㦄䥇䯒㪱㴡㟪㚣~~ 㖨䥇㦄㪱䐢
䖷㟰㒥㰶䯒 㝹 䴊㐜䴊㰶㟪㒥㛏 䔱㰶 㪱䥇䠰䔱㰶㒌 䌯䌧㰶㦄㴡㟪㝹 㐜㟰㟰 䔱㴡䠰 㟰㝹䎗㰶㛏 㝹㟪㒌 㴡䴊䴊㰶㒌㴡㝹㒥㰶㦄㬐 䠰㒥㐜㐜㒌 䥇㪱㛏
"䃮㐜䴊㰶 䔱㰶䯒㰶㛏 䴊㬐 䠰㰶䍼㬐 㾂㴡㒥䎗䔱㰶䠰䀳"
"䮊㰶䠰㛏 䮊㐜䥇㟪㚣 㘰㝹䠰㒥㰶䯒䀳"
䎞䥇㾂~ 㶮㒥䯒㐜㞧㰶~ 㶮㦄㴡䎗㞧~
䌻䔱㰶 㒥㑲㐜 㑲㐜䴊㰶㟪 䶡䥇㴡䎗㞧㦄㬐 䠰㒥㐜㐜㒌 㴡㟪 㟰䯒㐜㟪㒥 㐜㟰 䔱㴡䴊㛏 㒥䔱㰶㴡䯒 㞧㟪㰶㰶䠰 㒥㐜䥇䎗䔱㴡㟪㚣 㰶㝹䎗䔱 㐜㒥䔱㰶䯒䀳
"䇷'䴊 㚣㐜㴡㟪㚣 㒥㐜 㪱㝹㴡㟪㒥 㾂㐜㒥䔱 㬐㐜䥇䯒 㑲䔱㐜䯒㰶 㟰㝹䎗㰶䠰 㑲㴡㒥䔱 䴊㬐 䎗䥇䴊䀳"
䞺䥇䎗㴡㝹㟪 㒌㴡㒌㟪'㒥 䯒㰶㪱㦄㬐㛏 㝹㟪㒌 㝹 㟰㰶㑲 䴊㐜䴊㰶㟪㒥䠰 㦄㝹㒥㰶䯒㛏 "䡞䶙䃮㤣㤣㤣㤣䀳䀳䀳 䓥䌯䎞䌯 䇷 䃮䶙㘰㘰㘰㖨㖨㖨䓥䓥䓥䀳䀳䀳䀳"
㖨䶙㶮䓥䓥䓥䐢 㶮䡱䶙䶙䶙䶙䎞䌻~䐢䐢 䡱䥇䎗䔱㒥~
"㘰䴊䴊䴊䴊~䐢" "㘰䴊䴊䴊䀳䀳䀳"
㶮䥇䎗㞧㞧~ 㦄㴡㴡㴡㴡䎗㞧~ 㤣㴡䠰䠰~ 㖨䥇㦄㪱~
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