⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔; 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑶𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅. "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈."
⠀ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕... 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒔.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.