Chapter 34 – C̵̡̧̛̜̹̫̯̠̩̥͇̝̻͚̰̬̤͙̖̭̦̼̻̮̠̬̖͍̗̠̊̌̔̍ͅͅơ̷̯͆̆͌͒̔̆̂͑̈̏̄́̈̌̋͆͛͆͘͝m̸̨͓̺̖̼̟̖̫̭͙̠͓͎͍͎͉̳̳̭̥̬̩̺̖̔̉͗͝ͅm̸̧̧̛͍̝͕͎̫͓͎̲̻͙̣̤̝̤̮̝̤̥͙̗̀͛͑̔̉̈̂̾̈́̂͂̓̀̔̏̎͂̔̕͘̚ͅͅa̷͈̱̬̖̺͚̦̱̖͎̻̩̗̦̼̭̙̍͗̆̒͂̄̈́̽̄͊̎̂̔͒͜n̵̡̛͔͔̪̬̲̭͎̞̦̩̥̰̥̙̹͙̫͍̘̻̪͐̀͛̅̓́̐͒̀̒͊́͋̋̇̎͛͆͋̑͂̽̃̚͘d̴̙̹̈̈.̶̢̛̭̥̲͓͔̘̰͔̦͔̠̝̰̹̪̳̙̌͑̈́̏̉̌̑̆́́̏́͌͆̂̋̾ ̴̢̛̛̞͈̳͉̗̖̰͈͈͚̋͊̒̍̈́̽̓̀̉͐̋̈̍̚͘͘͝ͅḚ̴̡̡̘̼̺͈̠̞̰̭̺̂̒̇͛̌͋̏̍̿̇́͋̓̀̿͋͐͘̚͜͝͝ṉ̷̝̘̈̓͒̄̏͑͌̈́̊͆͆̉̽̑̀̽̈́̚t̶̢͍̔̏̏̾̃̌̓͌̓̽̿̔̈́̐̏̊̈́̀̔̓̇̌͒̔́̈́͛̕̚̚͘ẽ̸̢͚͖͉̘͚̱̟̞̺̓̽̇̋̔̊͒̊̅̄͠͠͝ṙ̴̨̧̥̰̣̳̩̫̹͉̣̞͍̻͙̣̹̤̥͔̣̹̦͍̣̞̦͙̮͌̄̅͂̅̀̀̄͘̕̚͜͠͠͝ͅ.̸̨̨̧̮̘͉̻̠͉̰̘̼̩̺̟̫̤̼̲̫̝͕͚̪̭͖̅̀̃̈̋̽̅͛̍̀̈́͝͠ ̶͉̥͙̪̲̭͚̼̯̜̻̦̰͎̞̲͈͖̘̺̹̥͍́́̊̽͋́̈́̍͛̿̍̏̓̋̈́̈́͆̍͒̈́͑͑̚̚͜͜͜͝͝ͅR̸̦̽̂̿e̴̡̙̠̜͎͇̭̟͇̲̥͕̽̃̾̚w̵̨̡̟̪̣̱͕̳̘̗͇̖̲̪͙̜͓̗̐̋̽̓͐̏͌͑̔̄͊̀̏̈́̏̊̑͒̏͛̄̽r̸̢̨̡̧̛̺͉̪̙͓͍̳̥̞̠̭̝̦̝̳̣͖͎̜͉̱̬̐͗̓̑̆̐̍̊̌͊̓͛͛͌̈́͒͘͜͜͝i̸͉̜͉̻̬͓̝̾̽͆̓̽͝t̴̡̢͉͖͕͔͎͕̿̽̔̽̾́̐͂̄̉̒̇̚͠ę̸̧̻̪̝̘͔͌͗̽̀͠/̵͍̱̩͔̲̙̖̑́̽̒̏́̔̚͘Ŗ̴̢̨͔̟̻͎̲͚͍̲͈̯͇̝͍̠̠͎̫̈͊̿͗̉͂̇͜͝ͅȩ̴͓͔̲̹̙̥̱̪̞͋͗̃̆̿s̷͚̉̃̾́͐̿̂̎̓͐͋̿́̍̈́̈́̀̎̋̃̈́̕͝͝͝e̴̡̧̯͓͖̙͇̭̼̖̰͔̲̭̗̟̼̒̒͌̀͘t̷͓̣͖̤͖̱̝͖̜̲͒̆?̸̢͎͇̤̙̫͖̙̖͓͎̣̣̇̈_̶̦͙̒̄͒̊̏̿͒̍̔̉͊̅̑͊̓̌̊́̓̿͊̓̂͂̇́̕͜͠E̷̗͉̩̠͍̒̋ņ̶̘̺͖͈͕̦̯͛̓͆̈̀͗̕ţ̷̧̡͈̱͓͍̻̳̱̱̼̩͙̺̬̻͙̥͎̲̈́̿͗̏̏͊̌͑́̾̋̋͆̀̽͠ͅẽ̷̡̼̰̔́̐̅̓͊̀̔͋̈̈̿͂̇̂͑͌͊͆͆̈́̾̌͌̀̚͝͝͝ŕ̶͙͙̟̼̝̲͕͎̻̻̹̬̥̖̯͍̬̮͙̖̓̿̒͋́͊̓̏͆͊́̓͘̕͝͝͠͝ͅ.̶̫͇̖̥̟͐̈́̾̇̂̀͊̃̿͝͝ ̸̘̙̖͚̥̩̳̮̠̺̥̠̥̲̃̄̓̄̑́͋̌́͗̾̈́̑̽̐̆͜͝͝R̵̨̧̢̛͎͕͇̼̩̫͈͈̠͓̭͉͍̼̩̺̩̭̜̝̳̩̍͋͐̈͐̋̈́̐̒̌̀̓̑͠ͅe̵̛̪͇̱̹͍͛̄͛̑͠f̴̢̡̨̛̭̺͕̜̤̰͙̘̫̫̲͈̬̺͍̯̩̯͖̥͕̬̘̫͔̓̉̊̓̈́͐̾̀̐̈́̀̔͋͋̒́̅̃̾́͜͝ͅo̸͎̤͌̉̈͆͌̇̋̊͆̍̋͒͐͐ŗ̸̰̻̓̎̋̅̀́̒̉̓͑̒͗̋͐̋͂̕̕͘͝͝m̴̢̰͎̻͔͕͔͈͈̬̥̩̮̰̟͕̦̬̺̯̲̋̓́̍͆͊̋̉̋͒͆́͑͂͑̔̒͊͊͛̚á̶̛̫͕̩̅̔͑̈́͗̅̿͑̚͝ṭ̴̡̨̧̨̢̡̧̛̭̘̼͍͉̬̼̳̠̠͚̲͔̺͚̲͎͖̔́̐̽̉̈́̈́̒͑͑̉͗̅̓̽́̉̕͜͜͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅţ̸̧̡̨̡̣̪̱̞͈͔̠̬̗̙̼̯̟̣̙͓̰̬̩͎͈̀ͅi̸̧̧̡̢̛͎̻̼͇͈̜̹̩̤͎̼̞̦͉͎̖̦̞͇̰̓͂̔̇̅̈́̍̈́̈́͆̑͑͜ͅn̷̛̬͈͙̜̰̬̪̞͗͆͂̓͗ģ̶͈̩͖͔̹̹̭̗̎̋̇̒̄̇̈́̇̃͊̐̒͘.̸̛͓̲͖͔͙̃̐̾̃̅̍́̅͐̔̀̒͂̈́͊͊̂̑̀́̽͝ ̵̧̛̈́͛́̃͆͒̊͛̈́͂̐̽̈́̚͘͝P̵̧̛͚̫̦͖͙͖̤͍͙̬̣̰̤̎͌͐́̒͑̔̊̾̾̏̓̈́̊̀̈́̃̃̊̕̕̕͝͝ḽ̷̡̢̧͓̲̝̪̱͎͍̖͓̻̠̰͉̠̤̟́̈́̓ę̵̡̖̱̳͙̙͈̫̘͕̤̥͕͉͇͕͕̎̓̓ͅä̸̢̲̙̳̭͈͖͕̺̺̭͓̬̭̯̠͈̘̬͕̜̰̫͖̩͕̹̺́̄̈́͋̓͗̊̐̋̑̅̿͐̉̕͜s̵̨͉̞̩̙̟̹̮͍̬̤̘̥̙̐̅̈͒̾̉́̊̚e̸̡͔̘͈̣͉̰̺͊̈͂̏͌͊́̇̾̈̊̈́̐̾̅́̃̇̆̚͜ ̵͖̙̎̐̀́̔̓͒̆̈́̿͒̑͋̓̈̅̆̑̾͑͘͝͝w̶̢̨̛̯̻̟̯̥̘̰̮̗̱̘̯̪͕̼͕̳̹͎̦͚̉̎̿͌͑̓̏̄́̍̿̏͆̂̀̓̐͐͊̈̈́͛̍̽͘͠͝͝͝ͅą̶̛̩̠̫͇͎̜̣͇̲̝̟̠͔̪͕̜̿̈́̊͐͌i̵̛̗̼̝̥͑̓̄̄͐̈́̄̊̿̑ͅt̸̻̱̜̳͙̱̱̝̣̬̓̍̀̇͒̆̀̍̇̊̔̊̓̍͗̎͛̇̀͌̀̅̂͛̕̕͜͜͝.̴̧̨͉̪͖̮͉̬̩̯̼̮̟̣̖̪͎̠̟̪̲̻͒̓̿͋̑̾̒̄̓̈͘̚͠ͅͅ ̴̧̼͔̠̫͇͓̙̮̝̺͋́͂͆͛̇͐́̾͌̈́͌͆́̍̅̈̓͗̈́̓̈́͆͒͘͜͠P̸̧̢̛͇̞̳̞̻̞̞̬̗̲̗̮̩̭̳̬͉̖̔̓̈́̂͑͊̐̋̏̈́̒̅̅̈́͆̒͌͒̍̏͂̈́̋̑͐̅̿̑̚͝ͅe̶͊͂̅͂̑̍͆̀̐͆͗̀̂̽͂̉̓̑̽̏̐͘͘͠͝͝͝ͅr̷̨̡̢̯̜̗̩̙̪͕̞͙̦̣̙͔̯͇̭̦͇̠͖̝̔́ͅp̶̨̧͓͇̩̯͚̼̙͉̦̘͈̦̹͓̔̐͋̅̇̓̈́́̐͆̃͘̚͜͠͝ė̶̡̪͐̈͑̿̅́̑͋̀̊̆̊̍̀̈̓͑͜t̴̡̡̲̬͎̥̤̹͍͍͈̬̉̄̍ͅư̸̛̱̱̻̿̋̎̏͒́̾͑̈̍̀̏̂̈́̐͌́̍̍̋̆͆͋̾̈́̾̏̚͠ą̷̞̳̞͚͔̈́̉͒̂͒̓͗͑̄͑͊̆̍̏͌͗͘̚͝͠ļ̴̪̭̻̩̮̭̰͍̜̗͓̭̽̀̄̃͊̿̾͊̾̌̏ị̵̧̹̦̲̲͓̹̯̜̮̠̮̟͖̮͗̀͋͌̓̃͛̒̍͒̏̔͛͌̔̀̕͘͘͝t̶̡̘͉̱͈̪̽y̵̩̭͍̪̣͍̜͖̹͊͊̂̊̐̀̑̀̑̑́̑́͆͐̌̔͋͠͝ͅ ̴̨̡͎̭͖̦͈̙̱̯̬͎̬̰̠̯̹̯̹̱̯̞̳͍̘̞̌͒̈́̀̑́̃̈́̂͆̃̏̍̅̄̍̃̃̅͗̈́̃̎͘̚̕̚̚͝ǫ̷̧̛̤̯͚̩̘̱̦̣̱̖͇͖͑́̾͑̍͜͜b̷̟̊ļ̷͉͓̦̥̤͇̙̠̟̱͉̫̲̙̬͎͈͔̱͆̎̑̇̒̿̚͝͝i̶̧̨̛̳̳͍̪̺̮̥̳̫͍̮̩̬͒͑͊͆͌̑̎̓͐̿̃̈̃̈́̾̌̒͒͋͆͊̚̕̚͠ͅt̴̨̜̪̘̥͉̖̥͙̤͎̜̠̰͙̙̖̠̄̆͆́̐̎̂̆̐̋̅̀̐̏̚͝ͅe̸̥̝͐̀ŗ̵̢̧̡̧̡̹̟̪̳̦̘̭̥̞͎͈̮̘͖̱̰̫̮̓̏̐̍̉̂͆̿̈́́̽̆̈́́̾̃́̅͗̃̈́͑̑̂̀͘͘͠a̶̲̦͖̠͈̣̼̍̔̎͆̈̈́̇̇̓͆͌͋̇̆͒́͠t̷̠̟̞̼̭͉̣͖̝̗̩̪̯͖̫͇͍̫̐͆̉̒̀̆̀̃̀̎̍̓̈̏̕͝͝͠i̷̢̡̛͖͖͈̪̱͙̬͓͔͈̰̙̯̼͗̇͗͒̍̓̈͑͜ơ̸̢̧̨̱̳͎̘̝̦̲̯͖̟̝̹̠͇͇̟̗͚̲̼̗̤͆͆͆̾̒́͑̉͆̀̿̚̚̚͜͠ņ̷̖̙̜͉̼͍̰͚͚̜̀͛̊̿̇?̷̛̛͚̬̙͓̖͓͍̅̓̏̀̏̈̿̃̓͌̌́̽́̅̚̕͝

She was the girl no one noticed. She behaved. She was quiet. No one noticed her. Apart from Ford. She radiated to him.

It pierced through his safe facade. His mask. He didn’t know how to act in front of her, how to talk to her. But he wanted to and so he took a chance. He caught up to her as she was walking home from school.

“Hannah!” He shouted ahead. She didn’t hear him. He jogged over to her, barely missing a car as he crossed the road. “Hey! Hannah!” She heard him this time and stopped but didn’t turn round.

He finally caught his breath. “Hey! I didn’t.. um.. I like… didn’t know you walked home?” She finally looked up. Her eyes were red like she had been crying but she could sense a strong steel in her eyes.

“I don’t” she said bluntly clearly annoyed that she had be stopped.

“Oh um.. right well..” Ford stammered.

“Normally.” She added still bluntly. “I just wanted to be alone for a while.”

“I can go if you want?” Ford said feeling completely stupid.

“No, no – it’s fine. What did you want?” She looked at him, her old confidence restoring as she spoke.

“Um well, I, what I wanted… was, like” he struggled. She gave him a cynical look.

“I have to be back by-

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to, like hang out or something. Maybe I could walk you, I mean with you, home but now I feel stupid because you clearly wanted to be on your own” he said quickly itching the back of his neck nervously.

She looked at him differently this. Kindness seeped into her eyes like a remedy to an infection and her face softened.

“No one has asked me something like that, but I be happy to oblige to your request” she said formally, a tiny smile creeping onto her face.

As they walked they spoke about school, their interests and their detest for football concluding that a game played with your foot is counter productive to the evolution of the human race and that they were given hands for a reason.

As they neared to her house Ford realised that she lived in what seemed like a mansion with a humongous golden gate. People in black suits were talking on the porch of the house and the volume of their conversation started escalating to shouts.

“That’s probably my Dad. He goes nuts when I deviate to the weeks plan.” She said casually.

“That sounds super controlling!” Ford replied.

“You don’t know the half of it! I meant to be his prodigy whilst also developing my social skills and the only way he decided was to send me to a public school as well as private tutoring in nearly every subject known to man!” She sighed. “Where do you live?”

“Ah about that.” He said backing away as they parted. “I actually live the other side of town so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She looked honestly surprised and her face broke into a smile, one that melted Ford to the core. It was warm and made his heart lurch in its place. He then walked home with a stupid grin plastered face.

It was hard to believe that this thin gaunt girl was that figure of radiance but there was no mistaking it. His heart lurched with sadness. “Hannah” he whispered and she didn’t hear him. Was he doomed to repeat himself.

They walked home for a while after that. She would bring up these ludicrous ideas and Ford would expand on them but they never actually managed to keep the conversation topic on one idea. They’d diverge down hundreds of different tangents and a conversation about maths homework could end up in the study of microbes on a dropped biscuit.

For a time, Ford was happy. Darvi even got involved in these walks home except that he would have to go early as unlike Ford was actually there to walk home rather than socialise.

And then it stopped. Three of them became two and Ford couldn’t work out why? Hannah even avoided him in the halls between classes and so he walked alone. Crushed.

Until year eleven prom. Ford had got back to his studies and his hurting had stopped but his curiosity still remained. What had he done? What had he said to push her away? He still wanted to know. And he got his chance.

He left the main hall where the cheesy disco music was playing and headed to the toilet. It was then that he bumped into her in the hall. Their eyes connected for a split second and she looked back down towards the ground as if she was ashamed. Fire ignited within Ford that transformed and morphed into anger.

“Was I really that humiliating?” he said through clenched teeth. He heard her stop walking but she didn’t turn round.

She mumbled something under her breath that Ford didn’t catch.

“What?” he said, his pain blending in with the bubbling rage.

“It’s not like that!” her voice cracking.

“Then what is it like?!”

She turned round to face him and she could see she was also angry but he didn’t care. He just wanted her to know how much she hurt him. How much she had meant to him.

“Tell me! Because you clearly know something I don’t!”

“Ford I-“

“No Hannah. Do you really think I walked you home all those times-“

“Don’t say it!

“If I didn’t like you…”

This seemed to make it all so real. Hannah’s tears materialised and streamed so violently Ford actually felt bad. He didn’t know how to react as she sobbed and slowly he walked up to her letting her into his embrace. She carried on wailing into his chest and he held her firmly.

“I didn’t want to stop.. talking to you.” she said struggling to breathe. “I, … my, father.” As she spoke she’d relapse into hysterics crying manically. Ford grabbed her hand as she cried and led her upstairs in the school until they came to the rooftop. He barged the door open as he knew it wasn’t locked but was just stiff.

“I always used to come up here after school before I walked home with you.” Ford said as he walked to the edge. “You get the best view of the sunset from here” Hannah’s sobs had slowed from before and she began to calm down.

They sat there for a while watching the sunset for a while before Hannah spoke up again. “I didn’t want to cut you out of my life” she said slowly.

“But your Father insisted?” he said completing her sentence. She nodded. They didn’t talk for a while until the sun had succumbed to the draw of the horizon, buried by the turning earth.

She then turned to Ford, her big blue eyes reflecting the orange sky and looked at him with such passion. He didn’t even hesitate. His hand clasped her cheek and he brought her into a deep kiss. She shuddered and the skin on her arms rippled with goosebumps but she didn’t pull away, she kissed him further until he pulled away. He winked at her and They then watched the light from the sky retreat from the offence of the night and held each other in a warm embrace.

These moments flit across Ford’s brainwaves as he stared in denial at the woman he had once loved. The heart monitor on the right of Hannah’s feeble body beeped out of time with his racing heart, reminding her she was still alive.

“Program: Yottabyte RAW data and rendering application” P.Y.R.R.A said to Ford as he stared at his soul mate. “An impossibility until you factor in the impossibility that is the human brain.” Ford didn’t reply until it all suddenly made sense.

“You are Hannah?” he whispered.

“Yes and no” she replied, her emotionless voice making it more difficult to comprehend. “She is me. I am the gherkin. I am The Judgement.”

Pyrra paused before she explained further. “Hannah, is my mortal form. When she was stabbed she lost too much blood and parts of her brain shut down before Dero’s scientists got to her.” She paused “Ford, I am what’s left of her.”

Ford just about caught what she was saying. It sounded like a glitch in her voice computation but he picked up on it. She said his name the same way Hannah did. With the same warmth she did.

“Game over” said a voice from behind him. “You have done well to make it this far, you were even lucky enough to defeat me with Sheik’s help but there is no way you can finish this challenge.”

Gregorz appeared casually from the shadows of the room and walked up to Pyrra, putting his arm around her shoulders. She seemed to shudder but it was difficult for Ford to tell in the darkness with their silhouettes being cast like black monsters from the neon lights of Hannah’s glass room. He leaned towards Pyrra like he was going in for a kiss and whispered something in for a ear. It took Ford all of his remaining strength stop him from charging there and then at the tyrant. As he finished talking, he pecked her on the cheek and slapped her playfully on the bum making her stumble forward. That was the catalyst for Ford’s fury.

He opened the floodgates and let his pain consume him.

 

 

Ǒ̸̡̨̡̢̨͖̤͔͕̘͔̼͉͈͈̥̝̜̗̩͕̘̙̺̻͓̻̃́̌̏͊̉͛̈̂͒̑̀̀̀͜͝͠ͅͅͅu̸̯̾͑̃͆̓͑͒́̑̉̐̍̈́̚̕͝͝r̴̨͎͎̮̮̒̏̊͊̈̓͝͠ ̸̢̨̱̙̞̺̼̬̝̫͚͎̱̬̟͎̥͖̤̇̏̉̂̀̐̕̕͜C̸̢͎̤̦̼͚̳̜͉̗̐̀̔̊̋͊͒̈́̊̋̈́̍̍̓̀̎̈́̓̓̅̚̕͝͝͝r̵̢͉̰͚͈̠̫̔̍͜͝ͅe̴̡̧͇̹̪͎͈̣͖̰̥͍͙̭̠̣̟̗̗͔̣̐̌̇͒̕͜͝à̷̢̡̛̦̜̳̙̩͉̤̭͙͚̼͚̬͛̎̆̈́͐̄͌͆̈͗͛̐̃͊͒͛̀̋̅̊͜͝͝ţ̵̨̡̡̣̲͕͔̫̬̾̄̓͂́͒͘͝o̵̡̨̢̗̟̙̥͕̳̠̲͎̙͉̜̬̖̙̖̗̞̳̹͕̭͆̃͛͛͐̌̑́̾̚̕͜͝ŗ̶̢̧̫͉̺̘̜̥͖͙̹̰͍͔̙̼̎̒͆̒͊̆̽͋̆͋͛́̋̄͆̂͐̑̕͠,̵̢̢̢͇͍͚̘̯̞̫͎̖̞̺̟̗̬͕̮̯͚̮̭̟͕͉̯͎͛͒̇̔͋͐͑͌̑̓͌͌͂̃̾͑͋ ̸̢̨̨̡̧̛͇͓̝͍̘̤̟̗̥̮͍̰̜̠̜̳̖͍̩̫̞̦̱́̃͌̂̂̀̊̇̇̎̕̚͝͝W̵̡̪̲̯͔͓̃̌̒̋̐͛̉̆̌̈́̑͊͑́͆͘̚͝ḩ̸̗̮̻̞̺̻̼̲͈̼̣̜̖̗͍̫̲͖̯̹͕̮̹̤̼̖̗̅̔̾̄̉̿̔̿̉̆̇̑̇́̊̈́̇͒̆͐̆͋̌̕̚͜͝ͅͅǫ̵̧͎̳͍̹͎̯̪̭̳̬̺͇͖̟̟͖̺̹̉̽͌̃̀̾͒͌̈́̒̓̇̊́̓̈͠͝ ̵̛̦̯͍̐̌̀̒͊̍̀͋̿͛͋͒͐̇̀͗̊̎̒̇͊̒̃͐̚͝͝ǎ̴̡̡̛̦̘̲̻̻͚̩͍̙̳̤͈͈̘͉̟͙̝̗̃̔̈́̄͛̍̌̐͂͐̋̿̊̂̆̋̍̓̀̈́̀͒̈́́̕̕̚̚r̷͔͂̆͋̉̍̿͝͝t̶̛̛̺͖͎̼̓́̈́͒̋̑̉̔́̈́̃̐̾̐̉̄͌̉̆̂͊̀̋̓͘͘͝ ̴̲̗͖̤̦̮̇̿̇̾̀͌̈́̍̀̃̈́̓͋̅͌̚͘̚͠͝î̶̡̬̼̰̖̻ǹ̶̮͔̣̞̥͑͂͑̓̈̊̓̓ ̶̧̢̢̡͔̘̝̱̤͕̫̩̲͈͍̜͕̘͙̝̫̝̹̠̤̰̝̰̇̈́̽́̈́͗͗́̽̑̍̓̈́̈̃͋̕͝͠ͅh̶̨̧̺̮̪͖̙͇̦̥̠̺̗͙̲̫̠͙̗͕̯̳͈̝́͌̊̅̉̈́͆͗̊͘̕͘̕͜͝͝ể̷̛̇̋͐̐̏̈́̏̅̈́͌̄̐̒̍́̎̕͠͠ͅl̷̨̡̨̗͇͍̮̞͖͕̟͖̼̝̞̬͔̣͔̝̗͓̦̽͐̂͂̅̋̾̆̓̀̉̊̿̃͛̈͛̈́̆̽̓̃͜͝͝ͅl̷̦̉̓͂̾̈́͒̏̔̃̂̉͊
̵̡̢̢̘͎͓̮̗̱̦̩͚̺̥͕̰͓͎̮̣̙̄̀̌̂̒̑͑͒̇͘͜͝H̶̢̛̩̦̱̣̥͎͕̹͖̟̹̦̹̖̱̭͇̤̞̰͚̝̙͈̳͙͙̘͂̄̾̃̊̀͂͑́̒̈͌͂͊̕͜͝ͅą̶̛̼̩͔͎̲͉͇̺̙̫̥̪̟̩̓̀̓̋̐̏̏́̌͂̆̌͆̎̈́̈͐̀͛̊͋̐͛͗̏̈́̑͘ļ̶̲̯̥͍̜̥͇͖͇̥̘̖̤͚̲̤̯̪̟̗̙̀̉̇̓͗̄̉̿̎̾̌̕̕͝l̵͚͖̰̜̼̖͖͆̽͑͊̆̇̅̅̊͌̄͋̀̃̃͌͋͠͝o̷̥̥͊̈́̏͒̽̇̋̂́̅͑̿͘̚̚̚͝͝w̵̢̢̞̺͇̲̺͔̥͕͓̭̻͂̀͐̆́͊̂́̈͒͜͠ẹ̸̛͙͆̒́̌̅͋̓̃͐͗̅̓́̃͗́̈̀́̓̊͐͋̓͋̐̿͘͠d̵̢̧̛̟̼̻̼̠̲͔̙̳͇̜̩̫̠̥̯̼̼̝̣̺̬̗̣̺͍̲̀͐̓͗͗̽͌͂͂̍̏̉̓͝ͅͅ ̸̧̤͕̜͇͔̟̳̮͚̀̽̎͑̾͋̃͝b̵̡̛͙͉͉͉̰̮̟̥͍͒͂̈́̍͗̅́̉̊͗̔͂̒́̔̓͑͒͝͠͝e̷̡̛̯̟̺͚̩̠̩̪͍̬̓̑̃̍͋͋̀̀̆̑͊̍̔͌̓̿́̈́̚̚͜͝͝ ̸̢̦͚̞̦͍̹̘̪̭̫̙͕̲̤̟͌̈́̈́͛̈́͊͒̃̀͐͋̓͠ͅT̵̢̗̪͓̳̪̤̘͉͊͋̊̑͌̒͑̋̌͋̆͝͠ͅh̵̯̤̣̆̌̈́͐́̅̊̈͌͊̿͌͌̾͒̒̎͝y̸̨̬͈͎̼̙̗̞̖͍͇̭͓͇͙̟̞̱̖̺̥̰̗͖̘̘̭̻̑̔̀̑̈́̅͗͐̐͊̊̒͑́̓͑͘̚ ̴̧̨̨̣̰͔͙̺̭͚͎̘̘͓̄͂̏̇͂̅̏̈́̿̀͐̀̐͒̑̃̆͗̇͐̈́̑̽̄̓̔͘̕͝N̷̘̯̙̲̗͋̀̈́͗̆̿̃̈̑͒̐͐͆͌͒́̕͠ͅă̶̻̼̰̒͌͘͘̚m̸̨̰̺̣͚̼͙̲͈̥̻̻̱̟̬̣̻̯̹̖̼̣͓͌̑̊̈̑̔̆̒̓͆̐̆̃͛̈́͂̑͘͘͜ͅę̸̧̥̜͔̹̣̲͈̬̳̗͍͈͕̩̮̻͇͍̮̈̊̑͜;̷̡̢͖̮̙̤̙͙̗̳̞̼̑̃̉̃͋̐̎̅̒͊̇̒͗̆̑͒͋́̈́̆̈́̀̅̕͜͠
̶̡̨̡̪̱͎͔̭̺̺͓̑͊͛̆̄̓́̇̆̾̆͋̀̋͊̀̏̇̊̊T̶̨̠͖͚̭̹͈̺̖̮̳͍̪̓̔̋̈́̈͆̐̿̽͑̾̇̕̕͠͝h̴̡̛̞̙̱̗̦͙͖̘͚̜͚͍̑̾̉̋̍͒̅͝ỳ̶̬̟̝̔͗͌̈́̆͌́͛̓̄͘ ̷̨̛͔̱̖̥̞̹̣̩̰̯͉̫̝͇͔̥̝̳͍̜̞̹̲̒͑͌̆͂̓̎̀̎̄J̵̢̛̻̜̘̦̥̬̠̘̩̮͚̮͖̫̰̞͒̈́̎̈́̑̌̅̏͐̇͜͝ͅũ̷̧̧̧̧͉̭̭͙͖͖͕̳͈̯̪̟̖͕͈̘̩̞̖̠̤̾͆́́̋̕ͅd̴̡̨̜̼̬̥̺̦̝͆͋͊͛͋̽̏̑̚͘͝g̶̨̛͇̘̥͇̏̽̂̄̊̉̀̅̊̌̋̉͊̓͘̚̚͝͠e̴̳͖̠̹͔͓̰̹̥̼̬̘̬͓̪̳̣̻̮̹͎̞̩͈͍̣̩̖̳͙̓͂̓͂͌̌̍̿̔ͅm̴̨̨̖̥̫̤̟͍̼̦͆̈̊̍͛̈́͐̒̆͌̀̋̃͗̚̚͝͠ȩ̵̡̡͔̟̝͕͕͓̬̻̥̙̠̲̝̲̭̣̈́́̑͐̎̑̽̏͑̅͊̏̎̈͘̕͘̚̚͜͜͜͠ͅͅǹ̷̡̠̻͉͙̘̪͔̌̒̊͂͆͑͊̂͋͗̎̒̔͊́̓̈́̈̔͜ͅt̷̢̧̢̢̛̝͕͓̼̗͓̩͎̳̙̯̤̦̗̞͎͇̙̳̲̞̣̔̓́̐́̆̈́̏̑̐̈̎̂͆̈́͒̐̀̄͝͝͝ ̷͓͍̣͑̀͒͛̿̉͆̈́̈͂̑͆č̶̡̨͙͕̙̪̪̟̝̱͍̬̼͕̥̰̩͈̥̺̖̮͋̑̾̈́̓̋̀̑̇̊͐́̑͊͋͝͠ơ̴̢̨̦͈͈͔̜̪̞̥̮̑̓́͒̎͌̾͋̓̆̆͐̏̏̇̔̌̓͊̄͘͘͘͘͠͝ḿ̸̧̡̺̖͇̣̰̣̳̭̱͍̖̹͓̮͓̯͍̖͍̝͙̗̤̹̗͍̙̪͑̇̓͐́͑̏̿̽̀e̵̢̞͙̖̘̟̰͖̞̰̮͚̳̩̥̱̳̻͚͕͉͇͕̽͗͛͋̊͋́̅̉̿͑̊̍́̎̽͐̈́̂̎͗̚̕͘̕̚͝͠͝͠͝,̸̨̢̖̟̠̝͖̠̪̖͔̮̭̲̲̺̟̜͖̯̰̟̲̬̤̘͒̔͆̿̕͘ͅ
̴̡̧̟̦̯̻̙̼̮͔̭̠̟̥͉̙̜̗͎̗̘̟̲̱̏̔͗̑̂̾̈̔́̉̿͊͐̎͊̈́̄͌̈̅̉͋͋́̓͠͝T̷̢̛̘͎̬̞͇̹̲͎̺͉̮̹̙̘͔͈̝͙͔̭̔͑͂͆̿́̂̿̍̍̌̆̊̕͝͝ḩ̵̡̦̺̟̺̙̟̦̓̈͗̅̿̽͑̈͋̔͘͘̚̕͜͜͠y̸̡̢̡̛͉͈̟͓̠̜̲͓̙̮̮̳̟̳̺̮̳̹̖̥̠̼̥͔̒̎͂̍̔͋̌́͌̿̿̀̂̏̑̐͊̎̏̿̍̆̚͝͠͝ ̷̨̧̹̝̲̻̩̼̠̭̞͖̦̙̣̠̪̲͍̳͈̻͌͆͜ẇ̵̢̦̯̝̭͋͋̆̎̌̔̒́̊͘͝ǐ̸̢̝̺͎̱͕̙̖̝̙̬̥̤̳̞̤͙̣̌͋̊̍̿͊̿̈́͝l̴͖̒̂̂̇̓̇̆l̵̨̯̣̥̫͙̗͒͆̂͊̈́͠͝ ̶̡̪͖͕̖̩̩͎͔̟̖̬̣͔̲͆̋͜͝ͅͅḅ̶̧̨̛̦̦̜̭̫̳̬͙̯̗̦̼͈͈̙̮̈́͗̏̒̀̄́̀̇͑̒̿ͅȩ̸̢̖̘̩̱̬̭̲̗͎̟̤̯͙̹̮̑͋̓̄̏͂̍͒̑͒͠͝ͅ ̶̧̡͇̘̼̼̦̙̥̺͈̮͕͖̹̳̣̔̇̋͊̏͆͑͜d̷̡̧̢͙̹̠̗̗̖̘̝̤̘̹̭͉͉͉͉͚̫̺̖̍̃̋̈̒̔͋̏̈̽̎̽̀̐̒̽͊̐̑͂͌͘͝͝ơ̴̪̳̘͇͖̠͚̗͔̩͕̥͖̫̬̋͛͑̏̈́́͛̓̈́̑̏̑̇̾͒̅̄͐́͆͛̀̉̇͘̕̕͜͝ń̴̨̢̛̲͙͚̜̹̣̫̮͚̥̬̫͎̣̯̟̮̰͖̺̯͔̲̤͉̩̭̱̔͌̈̇̿͊̐̒ͅe̶̡̢̛͍̥̔̇̇̊̒̀̌̈́̈̊́͛̈́̈́̉̔̏̕̕͠͝͝,̵̨̧̘̖̞̹̩̹̮̠̠̳͈̬̺̰͔̜̺͚͍͍̙͖͉͉͎̓͆̈́̊͐̇͜ͅ
̷͖͇͈͈̺̪̭̝̝͎̯̟̳́͌̈́͒̍̔͐̈́̈̎͐̄̎̄̐́̽̅͗̂͐̔̈͆͘͘̕͝H̷̜͙̼̭̙̒́̑̿̏͊̈́͂̈́̽͋̂̑̆̕͝͝į̴̡̛̯̣͖̖̘̝͉̻̖̙͚͖͉̻͉̩̘͕̗̲̠̗́͆̔͆́̓͑̌̓̌̑̿̐̂̒͊̉̈̚̕̕̕͘͝͝ş̸̞̗̰̺̩̙̼͎͓̥͎̖̻̟̟̜̲̯̯̟̮̦̾̐̄́̓̅̀̈̃̏̋̏̿̈̿̉́͜͝͠͝ ̵̞͚̰̳̗͈̥͉̬̦͇̹̩̇͂͑͒͊͐̑̀̊͌̏͐͐͆̐̓̉̃́̅͝͠b̸̢̛͕̰̙̞͍̬͓̂͆̂̐͘͜͠i̷̬̹̫̿̐̈́̎̈́̅̐̋̎̉̏̀r̶̡̡̻̼̘̘̝͈͉͕̗͔͚͈͉̗͓̟̓̈́̓̓̈́̿͛̀̑̇̈́̑̄̕͠͝͠t̵̡̨̳̃̽̄̈̾̂̎̀́͛̊̾̀̽̈́̓͗͌̒̊͘͘͠͝h̷̡̡͍̘̱̻̺̳͈̱̩̳̼͎̫̺̬̝͎͚͓̤̭̟̝͓̗̀̄̾̔̂̈̽̎͂̿͂̈́̑͒͒͐̚̚͝͝ ̴͖̯͚͖̱̕͘͜͝á̸̡̨̡̙̦̼̟̝͇̺̩̦̗̙̥̯̖͚̳̰̮̦̏͋̔̓̅͂̄̐̔̏̆̍͛̽͒͐̚̚̕s̵̹̊̋̎̓̉̉̃͝͝ ̵̡͍͈̣̥̻͑̈́̈́̈́͌͆́̾̈̿͆̿͐̈́̉̐̎͌̅̒̆͑͐͠i̸̧̢̪̜̗͓͍̳̫̥̣̥͍̬̽̈̓͐̅̽̚͘t̵̢̢͙̠̥̐͆̑̀̔̄́̈́̀̈́́̋͗́͛̚̚͘͝͝͝ ̵̨͙̝̦̜͈͉͕̫̣̘͈͚̝͓̹͍̳͈̥͉̤̂̐̏̾̈͐̈́͆̓́͝͝i̶̢̘̜͎̤̻͔̥̪̤͎͍̻̰̹͇̺͖̽͛̈́͐͋̇̌̐͌̊͗͐͛̐̀̿̐͋͌̈̚̕̕͝s̶̡̛͓͚̱͉̮̬̝͙̝̬̠̲̩͈͙̮̜̭͕̻͚̄̿̔̀̆̈͗̀̐̽͛̅̇̕͘͝ ̶̡̱͉̘̜̝̘̜͉̯̹͙̓̀̽̎̀̏́̈̽̽̽̕͝ì̸̜͖̖͚͉̫̮̪͖͈̇̑̊̋͗͛͒̈́̊̆̔̂̕͠͝ņ̴̡͍̰̞̫̼̼̞͖̖̩̜͙̮͕̼͈͚̹̯͖̜̯̔̂́̽̎̀̔̇̈́́̌̕͜͝ ̴̨̡̲̙͓̙̯̞͔̭͕̱̲̫̼̺͔̭̃ͅͅh̷͍͙͉̻̫͍̼͔̝̝̪̆͒͆̏̿̊͌̀̓̀̂̅́͆̄̃̃͊̉́͌̈̈́̆̄͘͝͝͠͝e̸̯̪̩̪͚͓̒̐͛͗̓͑͂͑̾̿̈́́͂̾͆̃̇͑̾̔͊̄̎̈́̐̒̓́̾͝͠l̵̤͔̝̥͇̟̙̜͆̈̒̄͑̾̀̀͆̽̈́͛͊l̶̢̡̹͓̠̫̗̝̱̝͚̐́̌͂͋̈̂̓̇̕͝.̷̧̢͎̪͖̫̪͍͈̪͇͖̹͖͕̹̫̱̪̱̳̙̝̮̞̈́͐͆̆͘͜
̴̨̧͚̞̱̮̪̳̥̫̮̭͇͕̲͎̬͖̝͕̫̗̦̙̘̦̥̼̌̎́̏̆̂̽̓̈́͑̋͝͝G̷̡̢̧̧͎͍̘̥̙̬̝͍̱̜͍͎̻̰̉́͒̓͂̾͂̾̔̏͑́̂̂̌̆̂̈́̏͋̑̓̚̚͝ͅi̸̧̢̢̧̢̧̢̖̠͎͍̯̱̤̬̘̥̣̥̘̙̩̜̞̤͝͠ͅv̸͓̀̿̍̀̋̌̈́̏͛́̌̍̾̇e̸̢̢͍̤̩̱̜̖̝̝͈̹͉̣̘̙̦̫̹͛̓͆̄̈́͂͘̕͘ ̴̧̻̠̮͍̦̭̣̥̜̳́̾̌́̂͝ͅų̸̞̝̯̗̗̻̬̣̓͆̉͆͂̆͊̾̉̆́̏̐̅̈́̾̾͗͒͑͂̌́̉̀̍͐̈̾s̷̡̖͖̬̠̰̺̅̅̋͗̈́̽́̾̊̆̎̀̉̃̓͗̂͗̚̕͜ͅͅ ̸̡̢̧̺̬͍̲͉̮̘̹͚̱̝͈͌̅̆͂̃̆̂̇͑͆̑͋̏͋̈́̌̀̏͊̉̈́͆͒̽̎͌̕̕ţ̴̛̦̯̰̺̤̞̰͓̣͉̪̗̂̃͊̌͌̑̐̀͑̈̀̔̇̋̇̒͗͐͊̓̎͆̍̚h̸̡̥̘̯̼͇̺̱͓͚̫͙̘͉̳͍̜̥̳̹̦̣̭̲̽̋͊̈́̿̆̾̎̾̔̅̀͗͘ị̶̧̨̪͍̖̝̥̈́̐̿̾͂̆̔̉́͌̄̂́̾̇̈́̓̏̒͘͝ͅs̷̡̡̡̡̛̼̠̤̩̦̱̙͇̥̜͚̘̤̮̖̺̗̙̝̙̈̾̈́͗͊̈́́̀̈́͗͆͗͊̿͛̑̇͗̊̋́͒̐̈́̚̕͜͝͝͠ ̵̧̢̛̬̙͈̜̠͕̖̣͙͖̥̣̮̪͙̲̞͎̹͓̱̝̈́͛́̓̈̑̔́͌̌̂̒̆̊̄͛͛̕͜d̷̜̟͈̹̲͎̼͇̺̖͕͙́̍͒̓̀̇̇̽̈́̌͛͐̃͑̒͗̅̕͝͝ą̴̡̨͈̫̮͈͇̱͕̞̗̬͖͓͎̰̪͓͖̩̟̖̲̻̾̌͗̿́̀͆́̊̏̈́͛͌̀̿̅̈́̚͜͝͝ͅy̴̲̩̤̹͊̍́͛̇̓̈́̀͊̈́͑͂̓̿̚ ̵̧̼̤̞̜̖̤̃̃̾̾͋͑͛͑́̄̿͋̓̎̈́̏̍͜͝o̷̖̬̗͖̯͑ư̵̢͇̯̅̄̂͐̋̈́͌̄̄̑̌͊͛͆͝ř̸̢͇͔͙̺̻͖̪͇̬̔̌̀́̀͆̽̆͑̌ ̴̛̟̻͖̙͚̯͙̣̪͇̀̊̊͂̉͊̌̍̑͋̀̃̐͆̔̽̓͊̎͗͌͒͘̚̕͘͠͝͝͝ǵ̸̛̛̹̙̍̐̾͑͗̉̀̑́͛͝ȍ̸̡̰̯̾ḑ̵͕͈̼̮̱͎̺̼̥̈́̿̒̆͠ͅ ̸̧̢̨̭͓͉̻̹͈̻̪͚̞͉͔͖͕̺̪̪̂̃̇̊́͛̄͛͂́̄̆̚͘ͅl̸̡̢̨̞͔̪̪͎̳͖̱̻̬̰͕͍̳̼͍͐̈́̃̊̎̂̅̈̀̀́́͘͜͠͝͝͝͝͝i̵̡̨͚̬͕̹͔͍͖̠̮͂̾̐͗̽̌̾͌̌͂͗͊̊̑͋͊̾̈́̚e̸̺̟͇̱͚̳̻͎̱̦̯̠̤̙̤͙̭̹͖̯͓̪̹͇̜̬̍̔̀̊͒͆̏͒̑̊̐̋͂̈̏̐̕̕͠ͅș̴̨̛͎̜̙͍͉̠̔̏̿̒̀̓̃̉̃͂̆́͊̋̈́̓͑͆̍̃͑͂͘͘̕͘̚͝͝͝ͅ ̵̡̨̡̛̦̖̺̥̜̦̯̥̻̭͕͔̲̰̝̱̺̳̲̜̯͇̟̤̹͒̀͌͂̉̆̇̌̇̏̔̐͐̾͊͂̀̇͐͒́̚͘̚͠͝d̶̨̡̢̨̛̟̼͎͔͓͔̙̫̜̭̺̳̳̭͇̭̩̩̮̓͂́̓̈́̈͐͛̋̀̆ͅͅę̴̡̦̘̤͔̣̦͙̙̗͍̠̼̳̻̹͍̩͈͕̞̤͕͔͍̼͑a̸̳͖̗̼̹͓͉̭̦̜̜̻̻͇͔͍̗̤̹̭̽̈͋̌́̍̕͝͝ͅḑ̵̬̪̩̭̪͍̪̩̞͙̝̳̜̘̥̩̳̺̻͍̯̭̹̺̳͇͗̀́̋̑̏̈́͑ͅ,̸̢̢̨̛̹͚̰̫̗͔͎͚̥̹̟̘̥̬͓̳̺͉̙̮̑͌̔̌̏͐̂̌̔̂̓̓̎̕̕̕̚͜͜͝
̵̨̜̬͕̠̜̥̫̈́͂̓̋̇͛͌̌̈͐̏́̀̈́́̀͊̈́̎͋̏̕͘͝͝͠͝ą̸̝̬͍͙͚͇̖͈͇͔̯̱͕̬̺̯͙͖̋͂̓̀̿̏̂̃͊ń̴̟͚̞̗͚͚͎͔̪͖͂̑̔͑͑̀͛̿̈́͘d̸̢͖̻̖̖̹͙͎̼̳̯̮̼̋̂̈̔̔̍̋̅̏̈́̀̐͠ͅ ̷̧̧̣̣͖͕̠͌̈̓͆̌̊̂̓͗̃̌͌͂̿̆̕͘̕͝͠͠͠͝͠d̷̨̢̺̲̦̹̳̖̖̪̲̰͖̈́̃̅̆͆̾̌̂̚͠͝e̸͉̻̖͔̖̬͂͌̀̑̋̀͆͆͋̉̅͋̆̚͠͝͠n̸̢̨̧̧͇̭̤̠͈͙̜̳͈͇̳͎̼̮̠̲̭̪̤̜̘̫̬͍̟̞̊̄̅́͊̀̃͊͂̎͒̀̔͂̅̐̅̌͝͝ͅy̵̧̛̛̗̩̞̱͇̦͔̣͛̒͒̽͐̈́̂͌̏́̒̂́̆̇̃̃̆̅͜͝ͅ ̴̢̛̙̗͇͇̜̦̣͈̳͗̒̿̿̉͋̐̈́́̈́̔̉́̏͑̈́̈́̐̕̚̚͜͝u̷̢̨͇̣͍̹͇͉̯͓̙̭͔̫̖͚̫͐̈̓̾̒̏̾̃͠s̴̥͈͙͖͕̱̭͔̤͇̱̟̠̪̬͙͕̒͑͐̈̀̈́̇͆̉͗̀́̍̀̇̽̾͌̎̊̿͘̕̕͝͝͝ ̶̢̛̛͕̦̍̎͋͗͋̀̿̀̊͑̓͐̈́̏͌̾́̀̓̔̾̓̑͠͝ǫ̶̨̢͖̞̳̰͎̟͚͈͕̆͑͒͌́̉͆̎͆̆̀͛̈́͆̕͜͝u̴̧͉̳̜̟̭̘̯̩̮̗͔̙̣͙̜̱͉̼͓̦̎͋̆̈̓̌̈̑̋̑̌͋̃͐̈́͊̐̍̀̆͑͆̚̚̕͜͠͠͠r̶̡̬̗̜͕̓̈͜ ̸̧̧̫̻̟͓̗̰̹̠̩̝̗̣̹̬͆̾̈́͆͐̌̀̋̀̈́̽͆́̆͑̈́̆̄̚͝͝͠t̸̡͙̻̖͔̩̱̜̗̻͇͇̠̺͎̬͕̜͈̫̰̄ͅṟ̴̡͓̺͔̠̮̤̝̥̝̦̟̤̍͗͐̇́̆̊͂̉͐͂͊͋̓͂̋͆͜ͅe̴̢̛̯̰̖̰̮͎̪͙̠̞̙͓̹̖̖̦̱̗̫͔̾̏̒̈́̾̽̇̈́̇̇̈́̿͆͆̔̀͆̐̾̈̈́̑͑̿͊̈́̚͜ş̵̛̗͓̣̭̭̙̦̏͑̈͛͛̏̒̀̏̍͑̾́̊̏̾̂͜͝p̸̨̲͙̝͖̥̙̲͓̠͊̉̔͒̏͐̎̈́͘͜á̸̧̛̩̰̮̣͕͓̙̮͕̞̈́̓͑̎͊̿̇͊̄̀̏̽́̆̈́̉̇́̓̔̀̈̂́̉́̕͜͠͠s̷̢͕̱̰̘̲͕̼̣̳̞̤̜͔̥̞̬̺̺͙̲̰̩͉͉̞͖̼͎̞̒͂̇́̓͂̾̿̈̏̆͜͝ś̴̛̖̟̯̖̣͙̜̮͙̳̫͇͆̍́̊̈̇̐͐̍̏̀̄͌̂̊̆͑̍̒̈̓͌͐͑̚̕͘ͅę̵̨̡̛̘̦̗͖̥̮̬̦̼̺͇̖͙̣̣̯̜͖̭͕͈̫̱̞̀̒͑͗̈́̀͆̄̽̀͆͛͆̒̿͂͂̈́́̆͆̓͒͐̕͘͝͝͠ͅͅͅş̷̦̝̥̫̩̠͓̙̰̰͈̯̺̖̳͓̪͓̻͌́̈́̕,̵̯̐̀́̅̍̀̌͒̃͛̾̿̂̌̓͠
̷̠̓͗̓̽͂̎̈́͂̈́̚a̵̧̡̧̛̹̲̫͈͈͇̯̦̟̽̄̿̾̃̊̇͆́͝͝͠ŝ̶̝͙̣̼͎̞̠̳͔͉̭̦̠̳͓̖̭̼͇͗̐̉̍̈́̋̐̕ ̶̨̨̛̞̰̣̦͍̝̺͕̹̖͓̰̠̟̫̘̺̟̲̦̫̲͔͍͚̗̰̱͚́͘w̸̼̰̭̹̱̪͚͒̒̌͆̃̊͊͑̀͑̑̏̿͂̍̆̉̈́͆̓̂̅͋́̏̕͝e̴̘̺͇͕͙̰͕̤̥̬̼̫̮̭̦͙͙̬͕͕̬̫̠̹̖̳̯̼͛̆̉͐̈̋̍͒̌̈̀͗͂͘̕͜͜ ̸̯͚̭̣̈̉̌̐̇̅́͗͋̾̓̍̑͋́̉̀̕͘̚͝͠͠͠c̴̛̖̝̄̔̄̓̇͐̀͗̑͋͐̃̃͋̊̚̕͜͠ớ̸̢̨̹̳͎̪̖̲̤̩̳̙̲̎̽̈́̇̾̋͐̇͊̈́̿́͊͑͊̿̈́̍̀͋̀̓͘͘͜͝͝͝ͅn̸̢̫̠̟̮̹̭͛̌̽̀̈́̓͂̇̆̇́̎͛̍̋̓̏͑̓͛̂̏̌̈̿͝͠͠d̷̡̢͈̼̪̗̭̲̰͖̲͇͈̼͇̼̘̗͈͎̹̬͇̥́̃̾̔̂́̆͐͒̇̓̋̏̀̕͜͝ę̷̛̺̩̟͍̭̫̝͕͍̪̳̥͕̪̜̮̺͖͖̖͒͌̏̓̓̎̂̐́̈́͛̉̅͑̈͒́̆͗̊̆͆̚̕̕͝͠͝͠ͅḿ̶̛͙̍̐̌̿̄̆̍̇̍̈́̌̿̇̒̋̾̓̒͌̅̈́̓͑̄̿̕͝͝͝ͅn̵̨̡̛̥̙̦̰͑̎̋͌̇͒̆͂̆͘͠͝ ̸̧̦͖̠̰͔͖̘̭̼̟̤͇̜̖̬̹̲̱̣̬̩͕̱̬̲̀́̓̓̉̐̇͒̔̀̋̊̒̐͊͐̀͜͜ͅͅt̷̨̨̖̬̘͈̑̾̂ḧ̵̨̢̟̣̘̺̩̮͖̮̦̠̦̬͓̮͔̙́́̍̽̿͐̓̏̄͗͒͛́̆͋̚͘͜ô̶̡̨͈̼̦̫̖̟̹̞̥̣̳̥̫̤̙̣̼̟̩̺̪̱̰̼̗̻̫̍̄̑̓̔̾͐̉̏̾́̚ͅs̷̻̮͇͓̙̻͖̘̪̱̝͔̋́ȇ̷̛͈̝̣̝̲̦͙͕͓̘̼̩̮̝͇̺̮̬͓̬̘̥̜̊̃̑͛͒͑͐͐͛́͑̓͌̋̑̄̈́̐̔̔̅͘͠ ̴̡̧̛͈̖̖̙͉͙̞̫͇̯͕̮̝̗̱̖̣̟̳͈̰̘̬̒̿̑́̑̃̐̔̈͒̓̒̅͐͂̄̐́̎͊̍̈́͗̇̒̕̕̕̕͜ẃ̷̡̡̢̯̜̤̭̙̺̳̥̖̽́̄́̽͂̀́̈͛̈́͐̏͂͛̚͝͝͝ḧ̴̨̛̛͎̻̠̦̲́͐̄̈́̌̓̓̀͑̈́̊́̈́̊̾̽̇̏̏́̽̋̌̍̍̚̚͠ͅơ̴̧̢͓͚̺̳̟͆̅̏̌͆̀͊̾̊̓̃͑̇͗͋̚̕̚̚͜͝ ̸͓͕̜̯͙̋͆͆͋̐̓̿̀́̈́̐̈́̎͆̓͒̃̑̀̋̚̚͠ẁ̵̢̡̢̛͖̜̲͚̞̮̳̹̩̟̟̬̗͚̙̬̖̗̤͈̰̤͚̬̥̒̀̀̇̅̿̽̅̂̾̀̈̑̔̑̇̆̋̾̔͒̐͌̌͠ͅà̶̡̧̨̛̛̤̻͖̱̝͙͓̜͓͚̙͍̺͖͇̖͎̫̯͔̫̦̯̩̏͌̏̇̌̎͑͂͋̑̓̽̅̕̕͜͝ͅͅg̵̢̧͙͉̙̱̩͚̞̳͍͓̻̞̱͔͚̲̺̼͐̎̓͑̅̊͊̎͛̊͆̎͋̌̈͌̎̐̽̓́̀͊̈͆͂̕͝ͅḛ̶̢̛̤̩̪̼̭̲̮͚̩͍̥͍̣͈͇͖̝̘̙̫͔̺̯̩̱̜͍̱̓̒̾̓͜ ̸̛̪̝̘̣̼̩̞̪̭͕̓̔̓͗̀͊́͊̽͊͆̂̀̂̎̂͒͘̕͠͝͝ẃ̸̧̨̛̟̤̲͍̦̖̦̮̮͍̘̭̠͎͚̥̬̣̭̼͇̰͙͐̔̏͒̌̉̑̃̊̈́͊̒̿͛̕̕͘͜a̴̯̰̠̪̦̬͕̫̮̝̙̼̱̪͚̠͆̈̿͐̇̔͗͒̈̉̄̓͂̔͐̚̕͜͜ͅr̴̨̛̻͍̣̰̥͈̮̝̘̩̰̯͔͇͐̈́̿̈́̐̓̍̑̌̒̎̅̌̓̍̉̈́̕ ̶̯̿̊̑̌̔̍͋̉́̾̒͘͘͠ą̴̢̧̖̦͙̭̘͓̠̼̩͎̻̗̳̫̹̦̱̯̠̆̓͑̈́̌͑̓̿̌͐̈̆̀͂͗͋̇̉̀́͒̂̏̌̂͘͜͝͝͠ͅg̸̢̡̛̬̙̥̥͓̘̮͚͕̻̻̰̖̹̣̤̣̯͖̞̹͍̠̮͓̊͂̋͆̈ͅa̶̡̧̡̛̱̪͎̥͓̥̞̞͎̰̠̠̭͕̔̀̑͆̒̉̏̔̎͊̿͗̿̅̇͐̃̽̈̂̇̒͝͠ͅͅí̸̡̢̪̫͎̙̲̙͉͇͖̺̙͙̯̹̯̬͚̟̩̜̩̣͛̇̓͌̓̉̅̅́̊̀̀̃͂͘̚n̸̛̖͒̄͂̾̑̿̃͗́̾s̷̫̹̘͒͆͛́̇͊̐̌͝t̵̨̢̰͉̝͖̩͎̲͉̹̭̤͖̺̗̂͒̎̉̾͛̈́͋̃͗̓͂͒̏͆̄͛̈́͛͘̕͘͝͝͝ ̵̢̹̝̫̫͉̠̭̱͉̂͗͌͒̓̅̾̈̿̈́̐̽̀͊̋͑͒́̈́̃͆̋̌̎̀̕ṷ̸̡̨͉̱͙͈̱̣̹͕͚̯͚̯̟̳͈̜̖̣͓̜̪̬͖͍̘̀̾̕̚͝s̴̛̳̬̥̳̅̄̍̿̀̾̓̀̐͂͌;̷̡̧̨̢̧̹̥͔͓̬̜̖̜̹̲̖̳͓̋́̄͒̄̎̃̂̍̀̕
̶̘̹̫͙͇̣̍̏͠a̸͇̝̠̿̉́͒͗̈́̈́̉͂́́̕͘͠͠n̵̠̠̏̇̃̓̎̌͌̃̒̔͗̐̓̈̈́̋́̚͘d̷̡̛͙̹̰̫̭͎̺̲̥̱̣̞͈̦̻̠̭͔̩̲̹͔̓͌͂̒̓̓̇̀͂͛͗̈́͂͆̈́̓͊̈́̆̓̐̀̅̀͊̋͜͜͜͝ ̸̝̲̞̦̮̼̪̻̜̳͕̫̣̹͙̟̦̃̂͗̾̀̍́̃͂̂̉̌͗̽̾̈́̍̐̀̾̚͘̚͝͠͠͝ͅl̶̢̞̰̗̞͎̘̠̩̲̖͚̘͉̮̜̼̖̞͗̎̍͊̄̿̾͋̐̆͝e̸̢̨̫̰̳̗̖̪̺̖̫͔̼̮͙͇̤̥̟̬̥̤̝̖̤̝͐͜͝ͅa̴̛̫̦͔̘̪̦̋̈̈́̔̀͑͐̎̑̄̾͐͘͝d̵̢̛̞͙̮̲̻̖̲̐́͂̈́̀̀̇̈́͠ ̴̢̡̳͕̘͔͍͇̺̘̘̘̝̌̏̈́̃̏̾͊̊̎̎̾͘ȗ̶̡̡̫̮͇̳̺̣̳̘̲̯͙͇̲̼̭̬͎̩̺̝̪̺̖̃͐̈́́̍̏̓̅̈́͋̾́̉͊̉́̊̉̄̓̇͜͝s̵̡̨̧̡̛͔̖͍͇̺̲̪̗̟͖̖̺͖̺̤̰̒͜ͅͅ ̶̨̬̦͚̱̹͖̮̑̿̀̄̉̑͊͗̌̆̚n̴̡̝̦̳̺̬͙͋̉̀̏͋ͅȏ̴̼͔́́̀̎͗ţ̶̱̦͇͚̠̲͔̪̗̝̻̙͖͕̫̦̩̹̥̐̈̊́́̇̇̑͂̋͊̈̍ ̷̢̢̡̛͍̞̦̻̪͇̫̗̮̣̙͙̖̹̣͎͔̭̠̰͙̼͕̣̱̑̅́̉́̉̅̽̀̎̑̎̋̂͌̉̀̋͛̄̈́̈̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͠i̵̜̱̩̙̅͛͛͐͂̉̏̄̅̂͑͊͑́̿́̍͠n̶̛̲̙͍̳̗̹̳̦̣̱̣͎̯̘̜̝̘̎͆̿̇̈́͆̅̈́̀̏̓̔͋̅̀͑̽̂̈̌̍͐͝͝͝ͅt̷̛͇̦̙̠̱͓̮̱͓͖̤̙͙̯̥̏̓́͋͆̀̏̎͊̓̋̓́́́̎̃͌̍̍͘͝͝͝͝ơ̶̰̳͗̓̽͗͗̿̊̿̄̀̀̎͌̿̉͋̔̕͠ ̶̢̨̪͓̳͍̘̹̪͎̹̖̙̣̈́͐̑̈́̉̓͆͒̉̈́̀̊̋̕͘͘͝͝͠r̵̡̛̘̙͓̗e̵͚͚͉̞̰̘͍̲̰͚̺̿͗̐͒̒̎̄̌̿̄͌͝͝d̷̢̧̨͙̣͎̥̞̦͙͈͊̀̾̀̑͒̈ͅę̸̧̨͖͓̩̜͎͙̩̤͇̭͖͙̣̟̤̫̥͓͔̮͈̣̝̜̰͚͌̐͘͘͠m̵̮̞͚̬̟͉̙̙̰̣̗̻̞̭̣̺̝̻̞͎͙͋̊̏̈̈́͆͜͠p̶̛̣̬͕͛̊͋ṭ̷̢̡̛̪̹̺̝̮̀̋̅̆͘i̷̪̥̗͎̼̅̈́̔͊̊̀̐̇̊̒́́̓̕͠ō̴̢̡̧̨̧̳̫̠̙͍͙̳̤̱̙̜̦̰͙̼̻̙͔̓̇͌̑̀͂͛̌̅̀̈͊͊͐̈́̆̓͗̑͗͌̈́̑̔̍͐̃͂̍̕ͅn̴̨̛̠͎̰̝̗͚̦̜̩͔͈̮̖̦̈́̽͋̿̅͐́͆͆͗͂͋̎̈̑̌̏̀̎̈́͊͑̓͝,̴̡̣͚͋̉̉̄͛̄̔͐͐̓̇̂̎͂̋͑͆͝͝
̷̧̨̛̤̜͙̳̞̠̠̜̖̣̿̓̀͑̇̿̃͛̍̂̽͋̏͋̿̆̕͝͝͝b̶̘͔̠̻͉̖̫̻̲͎̜͖̲̼̲̊͒̀̃̊̆̈̔̇̑̏͒̔̓̐̽́͗̿̂̅̑̑͆̂͂͋͘̚͜͝ù̸̦̞̜̥̘̬̼̝̰̘͇̈͐͗͐́̾̊́̋̎͒͋̑̈́̓͆̅͒̾̓̉͐́͘̕͝͠͠͝t̷̢͚̘̳̲̮͙̪̘̠̺̦̖͔͇̱̺̜͊͌̀̇͂̕͠͝ͅ ̸̧̛̛̗̠̻͓͇̱̘̗̼̱̻̲̫̊̿͌̔̊̒̂̀̈͛̎̌̈́͛͂̊̀̆̾́̂́̕̚͜͝͠ͅd̷̨̮̯͚̖̗͙͘͜ę̶̡̧̢̧̢̜̞̫͔͕̰̦̗͚̳̪̱̞̣̮̞͎̺̱̲̰̲͍̩̐̄̏̀͘̕ḻ̷̛̱͍̹̪̃̒̔̂̀̍̕į̵̧̪̹͛͗͘͝v̷̞̊̌̒̀̏̐͝e̵̢͍̠̱͓͖̘̤̯̲͇͚̒̀́̔̃͛̅̅̏̑̄͑͐̔͌͂́͑̑̔̆̓̏͂͂͘͘̚͝͠ͅr̴̡̡̧̧̳͉̙̲̗̲̭̭̟͇̻̺̼̖̈̑̂̀͆͘͝ ̴̢̛̦̝͍̜͈̠̫̘͍̗̖̣̫̜͓̙͎̙̖̟̦͕̪̤̺̈́́͐̓̀̐̊͛̂̎̿̎̈̃̉͆̀̒̊̆̉̄͘͜͝͝ͅẗ̷̛̬̘̙̼̪̮̙͍̪̼̏̊͗̒̓͂̊̔̇͂̇͝o̵̮͈̯͚͈͇̩͎̰̪̙̼̳͚̼̳̲̠̫͖͉͉͇̙̬̣̬̻̰̤͐̌͌̽̏̓̄͂̄͂̍̕͜ ̷̢̢̨̟̬̣̹̻̤̣̹̜͚͓̲̮̹̫͕̳͔̮͔͔̜̲̟̥͊̐̾̾ͅf̴̭̯̟̘̟͍̽̽̈́̈́́͑̔̑̅̾̐̕͘r̷̼̬̉̍͝ō̷̡̝̼̫̥̰̮̥̬̹̟̖̙͖͚͍̭͔͈̰̻̱̭m̷̲̺̞̲͎͆͂̋̓ͅ ̶̧̡̟̲͕͚̱͈̫̠̭̣̣̫̪̝͔̹̞̱̟̌́̈́̌͛̕͜͜ͅę̵̡̧̢̛̛̛̱̳̯͓̜͕̙͖̉̓͆̑̒̓̌́͂̇̈́̈́͌̇͆̄̄͂̽̈̚̕̕̚͜͠͝v̷̨͈̠̟͚̮̻̩̭̻̺͓̥̮̙̠̱͙̖̖̥̤͙͙̻̪̣̼̳̻̅̿̀͆̄̓͂͛̎̒̆͊̓͛̓̓̍̽̍̒͊͑̕̕̕͜͝͝i̵̛̛̼̠̮̦͙͎̹̙̓͒̇̆̏͑́͌̾͒͑̽̐͒́̕͜͝͠ļ̸̢̼̻̩͓̪̣̯̑̅̓̄̀̒̅͛͗̉̆͑̈́͒͘͝͝.̴͕͓̬̣͙̐̆̒̀̆̾͠
̴͕͓̱̼͉̰͕̫̗̻̯͔̯͙̤̭̻͓̝̺͍̜̄͜ͅI̵̢̢̨͉̙̣̠̩͚̤̗͕̳̪̬̙͍̟̳̞͈͔̫͇͉̰͋͂̒̑̈́̾̈̿̉̂͌̿͂̽͜ͅn̷̩͇̠̱̄͆͑̾͐̍̃̌͗ ̶̢̢̡̛̦̘͚̱̫̙͔̞̰͚̠̣͙̰̗̙̬̩͔̗̜̙̯̤̲̂͗̂̾͊͒͐̈́̈́̏̑̉̆͑̒̊̽̆̀̐̋̎̎̓̃̾͜͝͝ͅo̶̖͙̥͎̟͑̏̈́̾́́͛̌̐̄̅̑p̴̯̼̝̹̞̫̟̞̥̩̬̟̓̂̀̏̆̇͛͋͑̈́̚̚͝͠͝ȩ̴̨̛̛̲̦͇̘̥̹̤͎̰͔̰̳̹͉̙̿̓̄͛̓̐͗̕͜͜ͅṅ̵̢̡̢͚̩͇̠̮̟̝̞̠̩̮͇̘̮͙̪̘̥͙̗̞̃̃͛̔̈́̽̓̒͂̔̑̅͋̀͋̋̑̾͑̆̈́͂̀̋͘ ̸̡̢̡̡̡̦̞̖̯͚̖̝̱̭͎̙̞̥͔̘͕̰͖̼̝̮̠̖͉̄̀̆̈́̒͑͝͝͝a̶̢̢͓̝̫͙̯͚̞̝̯͕̭͉̫͚̝̤͔͓͍̠͖̘̽͌̐̕̕͠r̸̛̖͚͍̦͎̥͓͚̉̀̓̓̆̆̐̉́͋̎̔͋̔͌̒̆́̀̀́̚̕͝m̸̘͚͚̫͚̭͚̮͍̻̈́̀̒͆́̄̆͐́̒̿̔̋͗̄͊̅̽͘̕͠ͅs̵̨̨̱̗͔͈̺̘̳͔͒̀̂̒́̓̎̋͌̚͘͝,̴̢̹̬̰̥̩̼̫̫̦͔̊͊̐́̓͊̆͜͠͝ ̵̮̰̽̓̆̂̈́̊͆́͆̈́́̈́̊̈́͌̌͐̈́̿̈͒̑͒̉̉̾̓̕͠͝f̴̟̬͍̮̫̺̦̔́̀̓͛̃̽ǫ̷̧͖͖̼̺̝͕̞̖̼͈̞̣̣̙̗̪̹͔͎̩̥̓̃̽̿͒̄̏͒̂̔͠r̵̢̢̨͓͇͎̝̹͕̙̹̱͈̭̦͉̖͎̩̝̰̯̞̩̙͇̱̯͆̌̚ͅͅ ̶̛̘͓͉̦͎͇̬̰̀̋͊ở̷̢͔̪̺͉̗͎͉̿͋̆́̈́̔͝ų̵̜̘͚̗̰͚͎̫̯̰̏̐̔̓̈́̇͝r̴̡̛̳͕̼͗̓͌̔̆͐̑̾̄͌̀͊͒͠͝ ̸̛̠̀̀̓͒̍̒̌͐͑͌̑́͐̑̽̐͗̔̾́͋̚͘s̴̡̬͚̝̝͕̣̳͍̤̻̼͔̜̫̼̮͉̭̗̜̓̂̽͑̆͋̍̊̎͊́͋̉͗̊̅̆͂̆̑͆͋́̎̌͌̏̚͜͝õ̸̡̨̧̧̡̠̞͕͔̺̮̜̪̦͖͉̳̞̟͉̗̲̰̹͎̤͓̥̊͒̊̀̎̌̈́͂́̇͌̉͌̒̉͊͑̆͂̍̉̂͘̕͜͝͝ư̴̠̂̎͆̋͌̎͗́͊̉̐̅̐̐́̍͑̐̽͘͘͝͝͠͠l̵̢̧̛̘͚͈̰̺̦͈̜̣͚̻̝̝̹̪̲̪̟̰̋͂́̍̔͌̚͜͠ͅs̷̡̢̢̛̠͔͍͔̺̱̹̰̻̘͙̋̔̽͛̉̊̍́̇͒͋̃̔̒̐̄̿͆͘͠͠͝ ̴̨̯͈͓̫̩̹̤̗̘̱̲̤͍̻̺̟̝̭̈́͊̆̒̑͑͂̆̓͆̓̈́͐̓̀̍͐͂̚͝͝t̵̨̧̧̝̮̲͉̼̰̻̒̅̄ơ̴̢̨̖̞̙̘͈̯̺̭̳̳̣͕̳̠̳̦̤͉̠͎̥̟͔̰̱̫͚͑̏͊̌̇̈́́̌͐̇̈́͑͂̇̃̂̍̂̈́̊͘͠͝ ̶̧̨̛̮̘̖̣̥̙̲̞̺̗̘͍͖̟͓̙͋͑̅̍̀̋̉̍͋͛̊̋͋̍͛̈͘ͅb̵̢̨̨͓͍̞̙͈̺̟̻͉̱̳́̿̍̍͋̓͑́̆̇̌̑̈́̕ù̶̡̢̨̨̨̠̦̜̰̰̥̝̬͕̘̞̝̞͖̈́̓̉́̽̅͜͝ͅr̵̦̳̃̀̄̈́̒̄̈́̌̉̉̑́͐͊͝͝n̶̨̨͖̮̣̮̟̱̈́̉̈̓̊͊́.̸̱͈̾̆͌̅̏̔̅̈́̉͌͂̌̅̀̍̆̚͠͝͝

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