Apocalypse: King of Zombies-Chapter 1203: You’re Not My Type

Capítulo 1203: You’re Not My Type

After Ethan and the others joined in, it didn’t take long before the zombies in the area were basically wiped out. Only a small portion managed to get away.

The Fallen Star City group started cleaning up the battlefield and collecting crystal cores.

Mostly, they were digging out cores for Ethan’s people—because the Fallen Star City team dug cores as they killed, while Ethan’s side only focused on killing and didn’t bother harvesting.

Mainly because they were killing way too fast. There was no way to keep up with them.

While everyone was busy sweeping the field, Ethan used Teleportation and blinked straight in front of a half-collapsed house.

“Come out,” he said flatly.

At his words, the people inside looked at each other—back and forth—until, in the end, they had no choice but to step out obediently.

Ethan’s gaze landed on the petite girl immediately. There was a little heat in his eyes.

Seeing that, the squad leader’s eyes lit up. With a fawning grin, he said, “Her name’s Hannah. You can take her if you want.”

Hearing him say it, the petite girl stared at him with her eyes blown wide, like she couldn’t believe he’d actually said something like that.

The others were shocked at first too… but they understood quickly.

Faced with someone this strong—someone they had no idea how strong—this was the “right” move.

Even Ethan glanced at him in surprise. Then he smiled. “Pretty generous. In that case… I’ll take her with me.”

“Please, go right ahead!” the leader said, still smiling like he was trying to crawl into Ethan’s good graces.

“Captain, how can you do this?!” Hannah shouted.

“Hannah, I’m doing this for your own good. Following him is way better than following us!”

“Yeah, Hannah, the captain’s thinking of you. Just go with him. He’s that strong—you won’t lose out.”

“You…” Hannah pointed at them, too choked up to even finish.

“They’re not wrong,” Ethan said with a laugh. “Following us really is better than staying with them.”

“Hmph! You’re not a good person either!” Hannah snapped.

“???”

“How am I not a good person?” Ethan looked completely lost.

He thought: I just like your special ability and want you to join Fallen Star City. Tons of people would kill for an opportunity like that. How does that make me the bad guy?

“Hannah, watch what you say!” the leader scolded. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

Hannah swept her eyes over them, disappointment thick in her gaze. Then she looked back at Ethan. “Fine. I’ll go with you.”

“Now that’s more like it.”

Ethan smiled, then led her straight toward the battlefield.

As for the others, he’d originally planned to bring them into Fallen Star City too. But the way they’d sold out their own teammate rubbed him the wrong way, so he decided to leave them to their own fate.

“Aren’t we supposed to go somewhere with no people?” Hannah frowned from behind when she saw him heading toward the fight zone.

“What do you mean, somewhere with no people?” Ethan turned to her, genuinely confused.

“What—are you waiting until nighttime?” She narrowed her eyes. “You waiting until we’re alone? Fine. Guess you’re not that desperate.”

“What are you even talking about?” Ethan looked speechless. “Did you seriously misunderstand something?”

“You took me from them. What else would you want?” Hannah said coldly. “Men. I’ve seen through you all a long time ago.”

“…”

“You’re overthinking it,” Ethan said evenly. “I just think the skill you got after hitting Tier 6 is pretty useful. You can be support—logistics—for the team.”

This girl didn’t have any Innate Abilities, so she wasn’t an Awakened. But after reaching Tier 6, she’d gained an ability called Mending—a very useful skill. It could repair items, and it could repair wounds too, basically functioning as healing like Henry’s.

She wasn’t as strong a healer as Henry, but Henry wasn’t always around. Having an auxiliary support who could heal on the team was naturally a good thing.

“Uh…?”

Hearing Ethan say that, Hannah froze. She stared at him like she couldn’t quite believe it. “For real…?”

“Why would I bother lying to you?” Ethan rolled his eyes. “You’re imagining things. You’re not my type.”

“…”

Only then did Hannah realize she’d misunderstood—no, their whole squad had.

Thinking back on what she’d just said, her face instantly started burning.

“Then… how did you know what ability I got at Tier 6?”

“I’ve got my ways.” Ethan’s tone stayed casual. “From now on, just stay with the team. It’ll be a hell of a lot better than sticking with those people.”

At the mention of her old group, Hannah’s expression darkened again.

Her brother had been one of the team’s founders—the vice-captain, too. When the zombies broke through the city, he’d died under their claws protecting everyone else.

And now these people had turned around and sold her off without even hesitating.

A team like that? She didn’t need it.

Before long, the two of them reached the battlefield. Ethan introduced Hannah to everyone and explained what her ability was.

The moment they heard her skill, the team welcomed her enthusiastically. Having a support like that around meant, at the very least, your life had some insurance.

Over the next few days, they kept sweeping Harrison City.

Harrison City had had a population of over a million. More than nine hundred thousand had turned into zombies. Even after months of clearing by the Harrison City compound, there were still around six hundred thousand left.

Since Ethan’s spatial storage ring could hold crystal cores, everyone decided they’d finish the cleanup before heading back to Fallen Star City.

So they cleared zombies during the day, and at night they rested on whatever relatively flat ground they could find.

By now, aside from the Harrison City compound itself, there were basically no intact buildings left outside. Everything had been torn apart by zombies. With over twenty thousand people, they could only sleep out in the open.

Luckily, everyone was used to it. Half the group slept before midnight while the other half stood watch. Then after five a.m., they swapped. The time in between was for staring up at the stars and absorbing mysterious energy.

On the morning of the third day, they finally pushed up to what used to be the Harrison City compound—and saw the massive horde of hundreds of thousands of zombies, along with a Tier 10 Zombie King.

That Zombie King had an ability too. It was similar to how Chris could give a weapon an edge—boosting sharpness. The king’s claws were terrifyingly sharp.

Too bad for it.

The moment it flashed those claws, Ethan’s poleaxe came down and chopped it cleanly in half.

After that came a brutal fight that lasted hours.

Against more than six hundred thousand zombies, the Fallen Star City soldiers showed insane grit. They held for hours, slaughtered over five hundred thousand zombies, and let a little more than a hundred thousand escape.

After that battle, the zombies in Harrison City were basically broken. Two more days of cleanup later, everyone started hauling Harrison City’s supplies back to Fallen Star City in Redwood County.

With Fallen Star City’s compound already established, there was obviously no need to build another one in Harrison City. But Harrison City had plenty of resources Fallen Star City didn’t, so they needed to bring it all back.

And during the zombie sweeps these past few days, they’d also run into quite a few survivors. They brought them back too, shoring up Fallen Star City’s population problem a bit.

Though it wasn’t really a “problem” anymore. Fifty thousand people was already a real population base, and it was manageable. Fallen Star City’s strength was on display—five万人 or not, nobody dared mess with them.

Still, since they’d run into them anyway, they just brought them along.

With Harrison City handled, the next issue was the white-furred apes.

Ethan wanted to head to Atlas City to take a look, but Atlas City was too far. He planned to ride a flying mount, leaving the white-furred apes behind in Fallen Star City.

So he had to get them under control first.

Otherwise, if he and the others weren’t here, the compound could easily end up in chaos.

㓟䦓㐄㖿䇉

盧

櫓

老

䰢䦓㱽䁤㐄㖿㖿䶫

擄

虜

䦓䋞䁤䰢䖙

盧

䦓㐄䱪䁤

㣚䦓䡙㖿

㒿䡙䖙䇉㒿䁤䋒 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

櫓

㒿䂃㖿㿏㖿㿏

䖙䁤䟟

䋒㖿䰢䦓

䯑䡙䰢

䰢䟟䁤

蘆

爐

㱽㻇䁤䇷

䖙䁤㒿㝷㖿㒿

㙸䋒䡙䦓䊕

䦓䂃

魯

䕷䦓䂃

䂃䦓

䚬䂃䦓䰢䡙䖙䕷 䡙䖙䯑䡙䟟㖿 䦓䰢㖿 䇷䂃㣚㿏䂃䭿䖙䟟 䖙㖿㖿䟟㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿㣚 㣚䡙䇷㐄䂃㣚䁤䖙䁤䕷䡙䖙䕷䶫 㓟䖙䟟 㻇䡙㒿㒿䡙䖙䕷 㻑䂃㣚㱽䡙㖿䯑䘌 䛯䰢䁤䦓 䟟㖿䇉䡙䖙䡙䦓㖿㒿䋒 䟟䡙䟟䖙’䦓 㐄㖿㗌䭿䡙㐄㖿 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䁤䖙䋒㣚䂃㐄㖿䶫

䛯䰢㖿䯑㖿 䟟䁤䋒䯑䊕 䦓䰢㖿 䯑䦓㐄䂃䖙䕷㖿䯑䦓 㻑䂃㣚㱽䡙㖿䯑 䂃䭿䦓䯑䡙䟟㖿 䦱㖿㐄㖿 䂃䖙㒿䋒 䁤㐄䂃䭿䖙䟟 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䠍䓪䶫 㰂䡙䦓䰢 䦓䦱㖿䖙䦓䋒 䦓䰢䂃䭿䯑䁤䖙䟟 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䗐 䋞䖙䰢䁤䖙䇷㖿䟟 䰢䂃㒿䟟䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢㖿 㒿䡙䖙㖿䊕 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙’䯑 䕷㐄䂃䭿㿏 䟟䡙䟟䖙’䦓 䖙㖿㖿䟟 䦓䂃 㒿䡙䇉䦓 䁤 䇉䡙䖙䕷㖿㐄䶫

䕷䕷䟟䡙㐄䡙䖙䖙

䦓䰢䋒㖿

䦓䰢㖿

䦓䯑㱽䊕㖿䯑䁤

㖿䦓䰢

䟟䁤䖙

䡙䦓䰢㖿㐄

䡙䖙

䭿䁤㣚䖙䦓䦓

䦓䖙䡙䰢䕷䖙䭿

䖙䕷㖿㐄䋒㖿

䂃䇉㐄

䰢䰢㐄䶫㖿䕷䡙

䁤䟟䋒䯑

䁤䖙䟟

䯑䟟䊕䁤䋒

䇉㖿䦱

䂃䦓

䯑䰢䡙䕷䦓䖙

䂃䱪

㖿䖙䦓䕒

䯑䟟䦱䂃䊕䂃

䦓㐄䰢䡙㖿

䕷䰢䡙䛯㐄䰢䡙㖿䆛

㐄䯑䛯㖿䡙

㿏䭿䯑䰢

㐄㖿䰢䡙䦓

㿏䯑䦓㖿䖙

䭿䖙䖙䡙㣚䦓䯑䂃䁤

䯑㖿䦓䭿㐄䯑䋒㣚䂃䡙

䛯䰢㖿䋒’䟟 䦱䁤䖙䦓㖿䟟 䦓䂃 䯑㖿㖿 䡙䇉 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䇷䂃䭿㒿䟟 䇉䡙䖙䟟 䁤䖙䋒 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䠍䠍 㣚䭿䦓䁤䖙䦓 㱽㖿䁤䯑䦓䯑䊕 㱽䭿䦓 䁤䇉䦓㖿㐄 䟟䁤䋒䯑 䂃䇉 䯑㖿䁤㐄䇷䰢䡙䖙䕷䊕 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䟟䡙䟟䖙’䦓 䯑㿏䂃䦓 䁤 䯑䡙䖙䕷㒿㖿 䂃䖙㖿䶫

䛯䰢㖿䋒 䟟䡙䟟 㐄䭿䖙 䡙䖙䦓䂃 䁤 䇉㖿䦱 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䠍䓪䯑䊕 䦓䰢䂃䭿䕷䰢䶫 䛯䰢䂃䯑㖿 䕷䂃䦓 㻇䡙㒿㒿㖿䟟䊕 䖙䂃 㗌䭿㖿䯑䦓䡙䂃䖙䯑 䁤䯑㻇㖿䟟䶫

㖿䦓㖿㓰

䯑䁤䦱

㖿㣚䂃䟟

䡙䖙

䦓㖿䁤䯑䶫㱽䯑

㒿䭿㒿䇉

㖿㿏㐄㿏

㣚䂃㖿㐄

䂃䶫䖙䦱

䟟䖙䡙’䟟䦓

䦓䰢㖿

䁤䦓䖙㣚䭿䦓

䂃䖙䇷㐄䂃䦓㒿

㖿㦓

䟟䡙䦓䆛㿏㐄䰢䆛㖿䭿䇉䦱㖿㖿䁤㐄

䡙䱪㻇䋒䖙䖙

䯑䇷䇉䭿䂃

䯑㿏䁤㐄㖿

䂃䦓

㖿䁤䕐䰢

䋒䖙䁤

㝷䡙䖙䁤㒿㒿䋒—䂃䖙 䦓䰢㖿 䇉䂃䭿㐄䦓䰢 䖙䡙䕷䰢䦓 䁤䇉䦓㖿㐄 㐄㖿䦓䭿㐄䖙䡙䖙䕷 䇉㐄䂃㣚 㦓䁤㐄㐄䡙䯑䂃䖙 㙸䡙䦓䋒—㙸䰢㐄䡙䯑䊕 䱪㻇䡙䖙䖙䋒 㓰㖿䦓㖿䊕 䁤䖙䟟 䱪㖿䁤䖙 䁤㒿㒿 㱽㐄䂃㻇㖿 䦓䰢㐄䂃䭿䕷䰢 䦓䂃 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䠍䠍 䁤䦓 䦓䰢㖿 䯑䁤㣚㖿 䦓䡙㣚㖿䶫

䛯䰢㖿 䖙㖿䕒䦓 䟟䁤䋒 䁤䦓 䖙䂃䂃䖙䊕 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䦱㖿䖙䦓 䦓䂃 䇉䡙䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿䯑䶫

㖿䰢䛯

䭿㿏

䟟䋒䁤䊕

㖿䯑䯑㱽䁤䦓

䦓䰢㖿

䇉㓟䦓㐄㖿

䕷㖿䂃䖙

㒿䁤㒿䶫

㣚䁤䦓䭿䦓䖙

䂃䦓

䡙㐄䂃䁤䖙㐄䯑㦓

䖙䁤䟟

㖿䂃㐄䰢䦓

䇉䡙䦓㐄䯑

䂃䖙

䯑㖿㐄䟟㖿䭿䇉

㐄㖿㐄䦓䟟㖿䭿䖙

䕷䂃

䁤䂃㒿䕷䖙

䋒䦓㖿䰢

䁤䖙䭿䡙䦓㣚䂃䖙

䰢䦓㖿

䁤䰢䟟

㖿䦓䰢

㿏䭿

㖿䰢䦓

䦓䁤

㻇㱽䁤䇷

䡙㒿䟟㖿㚊䂃

䇉㣚㐄䂃

䟟䶫䁤䋒

䂃䇉㐄

㿏㖿䯑䁤

䡙㖿䇉䕐

䕷䖙䁤䕷䕷䦓䡙

䦓㙸䊕䋒䡙

䖙䋒㒿䂃

䁤

䁤㣚䦓㖿

䦱䦓䰢䡙

㓰㐄䂃㱽䁤㱽㒿䋒 㱽㖿䇷䁤䭿䯑㖿 䦓䰢㖿 䇉䂃㐄㖿䯑䦓 䂃䭿䦓 䦓䰢㖿㐄㖿 䟟䡙䟟䖙’䦓 䇉㖿㖿㒿 䁤䯑 䇷䂃㣚䇉䂃㐄䦓䁤㱽㒿㖿 䁤䯑 䦓䰢㖿 㿏㒿䁤䇷㖿 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䭿䯑㖿䟟 䦓䂃 㒿䡙䕐㖿䶫

䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䇷䂃䭿㒿䟟䖙’䦓 㖿䕒䁤䇷䦓㒿䋒 䟟䂃 䁤䖙䋒䦓䰢䡙䖙䕷 䁤㱽䂃䭿䦓 䡙䦓䶫 㦓㖿 䟟䡙䟟䖙’䦓 䟟䁤㐄㖿 㿏䡙䯑䯑 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䂃䇉䇉䶫 䱪䂃 䰢㖿 㒿㖿䦓 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䯑䦓䁤䋒 䡙䖙 䦓䰢㖿 㱽䡙䕷 䂃㿏㖿䖙 䇷䂃䭿㐄䦓䋒䁤㐄䟟 䡙䖙 䦓䰢㖿 㣚䡙䟟䟟㒿㖿 䂃䇉 䦓䰢㖿 㣚䁤䖙䯑䡙䂃䖙 䇷䂃㣚㿏㒿㖿䕒䶫

㿏䁤㖿䯑’

䶫㣚䂃䁤䰢䇷䯑䯑䦓

䯑䁤䋒䟟

㱽䯑㖿䯑䁤䦓

䂃䇉

䋒䦓䰢’䟟㖿

㖿䟟䖙䟟㖿

㖿䰢䦓

䦓䁤㣚䖙䭿䦓

䇉䦱㖿

䡙䖙䖙䭿䁤㣚䯑䦓䂃

㖿䯑䰢䦓㖿

䭿䦓䟟䰢㖿䖙

䰢㖿䦓

䡙䖙

䰢䁤䟟

㖿䰢䦓

䖙䡙

㿏䭿

䦓䯑䂃䵸

䯑䦓䁤㿏

䛯䰢㖿 䧺㒿䂃䂃䟟䇉䁤䖙䕷 㰂䂃㒿䇉 䇷䂃㐄㿏䯑㖿䯑 䡙䖙 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙’䯑 䯑㿏䁤䦓䡙䁤㒿 䯑䦓䂃㐄䁤䕷㖿 㐄䡙䖙䕷 䦱㖿㐄㖿 㐄䭿䖙䖙䡙䖙䕷 㒿䂃䦱䶫 䛯䰢㖿㐄㖿 䦱䁤䯑 䖙䂃 䦱䁤䋒 䰢㖿 䇷䂃䭿㒿䟟 㻇㖿㖿㿏 㐄䂃䁤䯑䦓䡙䖙䕷 䧺㒿䂃䂃䟟䇉䁤䖙䕷 㰂䂃㒿䇉 㖿䕐㖿㐄䋒 䟟䁤䋒䶫

䛯䰢㖿 䂃䖙㖿䯑 䰢㖿 䰢䁤䟟 㒿㖿䇉䦓… 䦱㖿㐄㖿 䯑䁤䕐㖿䟟 䇉䂃㐄 䦓䂃䟟䁤䋒䶫

䦓䰢䟟㖿䆛㖿䦱㐄䡙䭿䇉㐄

㣚䯑䶫䟟䡙㒿㖿

㿏䭿

䟟䁤䖙

䦓䁤䖙䰢䋞

䦓䂃

㖿䦱䟟㻇䁤㒿

䰢䦓㖿

䯑㿏㖿䁤

“㙸䂃㣚㖿 䂃䖙䶫 䥲’㣚 䕷䂃䖙䖙䁤 䦓㐄㖿䁤䦓 䋒䂃䭿 䕷䭿䋒䯑 䦓䂃 䯑䂃㣚㖿䦓䰢䡙䖙䕷 䕷䂃䂃䟟 䦓䂃䟟䁤䋒䶫”

㓟䦓 䰢䡙䯑 䦱䂃㐄䟟䯑䊕 䦓䰢㖿 䁤㿏㖿䯑’ 㖿䋒㖿䯑 㒿䡙䦓 䭿㿏䶫 䛯䰢㖿䋒 䯑䇷㐄䁤㣚㱽㒿㖿䟟 䦓䂃 䦓䰢㖿䡙㐄 䇉㖿㖿䦓 䁤㒿㣚䂃䯑䦓 䡙䖙䯑䦓䁤䖙䦓㒿䋒䶫

㣚䇷䭿䰢

㖿䦓䡙㣚

䟟㒿䇷䂃䭿

䂃䯑䦓㣚

䰢䦓䁤䦱

䯑䡙䁤䶫䟟

䦓㖿䂃䕷㖿䦓䊕䰢㐄

㐄䖙䭿䟟䯑㖿䦓䁤䟟䖙

䦓䋒㖿䰢

䂃䯑

䖙䁤䰢䦓䋞

䖙㖿䡙䟟䖙㿏䯑䕷

㓟㖿㐄䇉䦓

䇉䂃

㓟䖙䟟 䁤䇉䦓㖿㐄 䁤㒿㒿 䦓䰢䡙䯑 䦓䡙㣚㖿䊕 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䦓㐄䭿䯑䦓㖿䟟 䰢䡙㣚 䦓䂃䂃䶫 䛯䰢㖿䋒 䦱㖿㐄㖿䖙’䦓 䁤㱽䂃䭿䦓 䦓䂃 䯑䭿䯑㿏㖿䇷䦓 䰢㖿 䰢䁤䟟 䯑䂃㣚㖿 㻇䡙䖙䟟 䂃䇉 㱽䁤䟟 䡙䖙䦓㖿䖙䦓䡙䂃䖙䯑䶫

䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 㒿㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䦓䂃 䁤䖙 䂃㿏㖿䖙 㿏䁤䦓䇷䰢 䂃䇉 㒿䁤䖙䟟 㱽㖿䰢䡙䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 㣚䁤䖙䯑䡙䂃䖙䶫

䭿䂃䦓

㖿䶫䰢㣚䦓

䦓䰢㖿

䂃㒿㖿㿏㿏㖿

䡙㱽㒿䟟䭿

䵸䡙㒿㖿䯑

䁤

䩉䭿䯑䦓

‘䰢㖿䟟

䡙䖙䕷䕷㐄䡙㒿㒿

䕐㒿䟟䂃㖿

㱽㱽䁤㖿䊕㖿䇷㐄䭿

䦓䁤䇉㒿䂃㿏㣚㐄

䖙䇉䂃䟟䭿

䁤䯑䡙㖿䕐㣚䯑

䦓䇉㓟㐄㖿

㖿䯑㿏䁤

㖿䰢㖿㐄

䂃䇉㐄

䰢䟟䁤

㔈䡙䕷䰢䦓 䖙䂃䦱䊕 㙸䰢㐄䡙䯑 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄䯑 䦱㖿㐄㖿 䁤㒿㐄㖿䁤䟟䋒 䯑䦓㐄䡙㿏㿏䡙䖙䕷 䇉䭿㐄 䂃䇉䇉 䦓䰢㖿 䧺㒿䂃䂃䟟䇉䁤䖙䕷 㰂䂃㒿䇉 䇷䁤㐄䇷䁤䯑䯑㖿䯑䶫

㰂䰢㖿䖙 䦓䰢㖿 䁤㿏㖿䯑 䯑䁤䦱 䦓䰢㖿㐄㖿 䦱䁤䯑 䧺㒿䂃䂃䟟䇉䁤䖙䕷 㰂䂃㒿䇉 䁤䕷䁤䡙䖙䊕 㖿䕐㖿㐄䋒 䯑䡙䖙䕷㒿㖿 䂃䖙㖿 䂃䇉 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䕷䂃䦓 䕐䡙䯑䡙㱽㒿䋒 䰢䋒㿏㖿䟟䶫

㰂䂃㒿䇉

䕐䁤䂃㖿㱽

䇉䂃㐄

䯑䦓䡙㒿㒿

㐄䂃䦓䟟㖿䁤䯑

䦓䋒㐄䡙䖙䕷

㒿䯑䶫㖿㖿

䁤㒿㒿

䰢䦓䋒㖿

䇉䂃

䯑䭿䂃䊕䡙䦓䟟㖿

䰢䖙㖿䡙䕐䋒㐄㖿䕷䦓

䦓䯑䂃㿏

䇉㐄㖿㓟䦓

㣚㖿䦓䁤

䁤

䰢䁤䟟

㻇䖙䯑䡙䟟

䯑䦓䂃䇉

䇉䂃䖙䧺䁤䂃㒿䕷䟟

䇉㣚㐄䂃

䛯䰢㖿䋒’䟟 䦓䰢䂃䭿䕷䰢䦓 䡙䦓 䦱䁤䯑 䁤㒿㒿 䕷䂃䖙㖿䶫 䛯䭿㐄䖙䯑 䂃䭿䦓 䦓䰢㖿㐄㖿 䦱䁤䯑 㣚䂃㐄㖿䶫

䱪䂃䂃䖙䊕 䦓䰢㖿 䦱䂃㒿䇉 䇷䁤㐄䇷䁤䯑䯑㖿䯑 䦱㖿㐄㖿 䭿㿏 䂃䖙 䦓䰢㖿 㐄䁤䇷㻇䯑䶫 䋞䕐㖿㐄䋒䂃䖙㖿 䕷䂃䦓 䦓䂃 䦱䂃㐄㻇 㒿䡙㻇㖿 䦓䰢㖿䋒’䟟 䟟䂃䖙㖿 䡙䦓 䁤 䰢䭿䖙䟟㐄㖿䟟 䦓䡙㣚㖿䯑—䦓䭿㐄䖙䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢㖿 㣚㖿䁤䦓䊕 㱽䁤䯑䦓䡙䖙䕷 䡙䦓䊕 䯑㿏㐄䡙䖙㻇㒿䡙䖙䕷 䂃䖙 䯑㖿䁤䯑䂃䖙䡙䖙䕷䯑䶫 㓟䖙䟟 㱽㖿䯑䡙䟟㖿䯑 䦓䰢㖿 䭿䯑䭿䁤㒿 䯑㿏䡙䇷㖿䯑䊕 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䁤㒿䯑䂃 䁤䟟䟟㖿䟟 䯑䂃㣚㖿䦓䰢䡙䖙䕷… 䯑㿏㖿䇷䡙䁤㒿䶫

䰢䦓㖿

䂃䚬䦓

䂃㒿䖙䕷

㒿㖿䯑䂃䦱䕐

䦓㐄㖿䯑䟟䂃䁤

䂃䟟䶫㖿䖙

㖿㖿䦱㐄

䦓㖿䊕㐄䁤䇉

䛯䰢㖿 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿䯑 䇷䂃䭿㒿䟟䖙’䦓 䦱䁤䡙䦓䶫 䛯䰢㖿䋒 䋒䁤䖙㻇㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿 㣚㖿䁤䦓 䟟䂃䦱䖙 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䂃㐄㖿 䡙䖙䊕 䦱䂃㒿䇉䡙䖙䕷 䡙䦓 㒿䡙㻇㖿 䦓䰢㖿䡙㐄 㒿䡙䕐㖿䯑 䟟㖿㿏㖿䖙䟟㖿䟟 䂃䖙 䡙䦓䶫

“䱪㒿䂃䦱 䟟䂃䦱䖙䶫 䃆䂃䖙’䦓 䇷䰢䂃㻇㖿䊕” 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䯑䁤䡙䟟䶫 䛯䰢㖿䖙 䰢㖿 㿏䭿㒿㒿㖿䟟 䂃䭿䦓 䁤 㱽䂃䦓䦓㒿㖿 䂃䇉 䯑㿏㖿䇷䡙䁤㒿㒿䋒 㣚䁤䟟㖿 㱽䂃䭿㐄㱽䂃䖙 䇉㐄䂃㣚 䰢䡙䯑 䯑㿏䁤䦓䡙䁤㒿 㐄䡙䖙䕷 䁤䖙䟟 䰢䁤䖙䟟㖿䟟 䡙䦓 䦓䂃 䦓䰢㖿 䁤㿏㖿 㒿㖿䁤䟟㖿㐄䶫 “㦓㖿㐄㖿—䦓㐄䋒 䯑䂃㣚㖿 䂃䇉 䦓䰢䡙䯑䶫”

䦓䡙

䁤㿏㖿

䦓䁤

䦓䁤䦱䰢

䦓䯑㐄㖿䟟䁤

䡙㖿䁤䟟

䋒䁤㐄䇷㒿㒿㖿

䂃㱽䊕䦓䦓㖿㒿

㖿䦓䰢

䰢䛯㖿

䶫䂃䇉㐄

䂃䖙

䁤䰢䕐䕷䖙䡙

㿏䭿㻑䊕㖿㻑㒿䟟

䯑䦱䁤

㖿㒿㖿㐄䁤䟟

䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䕷㐄䡙䖙䖙㖿䟟䶫 㦓㖿 䦓䂃䂃㻇 䂃䭿䦓 䁤䖙䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄 㱽䂃䦓䦓㒿㖿䊕 㿏䂃㿏㿏㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿 䇷䁤㿏䊕 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䂃䂃㻇 䁤 㱽䡙䕷 䯑䦱䡙䕷 㐄䡙䕷䰢䦓 䇉㐄䂃㣚 䡙䦓䶫

“㓟䰢… 䦓䰢䁤䦓 䰢䡙䦓䯑䶫” 㦓㖿 䇷䂃䭿䕷䰢㖿䟟 䇉㐄䂃㣚 䦓䰢㖿 㱽䭿㐄䖙䊕 㱽䭿䦓 䰢䡙䯑 䇉䁤䇷㖿 䯑䦓䡙㒿㒿 㒿䂃䂃㻇㖿䟟 䟟䂃䦱䖙㐄䡙䕷䰢䦓 㱽㒿䡙䯑䯑㖿䟟 䂃䭿䦓䶫

㖿䂃㒿䦱䰢

䁤䖙䟟

䇷䁤㿏

㖿䁤㿏

㖿䦓䰢

䦓䡙䰢䦱

㖿㒿䟟㖿䁤㐄

䇷㐄㖿䟟䇷䁤㻇

䇷䟟䕷䰢䕷㖿䭿

䂃䖙㖿

䇷㒿䁤㐄㖿

䡙䖙

䡙䦓㖿㖿䖙䦓䶫㐄䯑

䶫䂃䕷

䦓䂃㻇䂃

䰢䛯㖿

㙸䕷㿏䂃䋒䡙䖙

䰢䁤䋞䊕䖙䦓

㱽䂃䭿䖙䂃㱽㐄

䡙䦓

䰢㖿䦓

䦓䖙䡙䰢䕷

䰢䦓㖿

“…䶫”

“䃆䁤㣚䖙䶫 㔈㖿䯑㿏㖿䇷䦓䶫” 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䕷䁤䕐㖿 䁤 㱽䡙䕷 䦓䰢䭿㣚㱽䯑䆛䭿㿏䶫

“㐄”㔈䁤…䂃䂃䂃

䛯䰢㖿 䁤㿏㖿 㒿㖿䁤䟟㖿㐄 䂃㿏㖿䖙㖿䟟 䡙䦓䯑 㣚䂃䭿䦓䰢 䁤䖙䟟 䯑䦓䁤㐄䦓㖿䟟 䇉䂃㐄䇷㖿䇉䭿㒿㒿䋒 㱽㐄㖿䁤䦓䰢䡙䖙䕷 䂃䭿䦓䊕 䂃䕐㖿㐄 䁤䖙䟟 䂃䕐㖿㐄䊕 䦓㖿䁤㐄䯑 䦱㖿㒿㒿䡙䖙䕷 䭿㿏 䡙䖙 䡙䦓䯑 㖿䋒㖿䯑䶫

䱪㖿㖿䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢䁤䦓䊕 䦓䰢㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿䯑 䦓䭿㐄䖙㖿䟟 䦓䂃 㒿䂃䂃㻇䊕 䇉䁤䇷㖿䯑 䇉䭿㒿㒿 䂃䇉 䇷䂃䖙䇉䭿䯑䡙䂃䖙䶫

㖿㿏䁤

䁤䁤䕷䡙䖙䶫

㒿䟟䁤㖿㐄㖿

䂃䦓㻇䂃

䁤

㱽䇉㖿䂃㖿㐄

䦓䯑䡙

㐄䦱䟟䇉䆛䭿䦓䰢㐄㖿䡙㖿

䁤䖙㒿䡙䋒䇉㒿

㖿䁤䰢䦓㱽㐄

䦓䥲

㖿䰢䦓

䦱䰢㖿䡙㒿

䦓䇷䁤䭿䕷䰢

䥲䦓 䯑㣚䁤䇷㻇㖿䟟 䡙䦓䯑 㒿䡙㿏䯑 㒿䡙㻇㖿 䡙䦓 䦱䁤䯑 䯑䁤䕐䂃㐄䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢㖿 䁤䇉䦓㖿㐄䦓䁤䯑䦓㖿䊕 䦓䰢㖿䖙 䦓䡙㿏㿏㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿 㱽䂃䦓䦓㒿㖿 䭿㿏 䁤䖙䟟 䯑䰢䂃䂃㻇 䡙䦓䶫 㰂䰢㖿䖙 䡙䦓 㐄㖿䁤㒿䡙㻑㖿䟟 䡙䦓 䦱䁤䯑 㖿㣚㿏䦓䋒䊕 䡙䦓 䡙㣚㣚㖿䟟䡙䁤䦓㖿㒿䋒 㒿䂃䂃㻇㖿䟟 䁤䦓 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䦱䡙䦓䰢 㱽㒿䁤䦓䁤䖙䦓 㖿䕒㿏㖿䇷䦓䁤䦓䡙䂃䖙䶫

“䃆䁤㣚䖙䊕” 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 㣚䭿䦓䦓㖿㐄㖿䟟䊕 䁤㣚䭿䯑㖿䟟䶫 “㰂䂃䭿㒿䟟䖙’䦓 䰢䁤䕐㖿 䕷䭿㖿䯑䯑㖿䟟 䋒䂃䭿 䦱㖿㐄㖿 䁤 㱽䂃䂃㻑㖿䰢䂃䭿䖙䟟䶫”

㖿䁤䦓㐄䖙䰢䂃

䡙䦓

䭿䂃䦓

㦓㖿

㖿䰢䦓䖙

䦓䦓㖿㒿䂃㱽

䖙䟟䁤

㻇㖿䟟㒿䇷䊕䇷䰢䭿

䟟䭿㖿㒿㿏㒿

䰢䁤䖙㖿䟟䟟

䂃㐄䕐㖿䶫

䛯䰢㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿䯑 䯑䁤䦱 䦓䰢䁤䦓 䁤䖙䟟 䰢䭿㐄㐄䡙㖿䟟 䂃䕐㖿㐄 䦓䂃䂃䶫

䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䦱䁤䯑 㐄䡙䟟䡙䇷䭿㒿䂃䭿䯑㒿䋒 䕷㖿䖙㖿㐄䂃䭿䯑䶫 㦓㖿 䯑䦓㐄䁤䡙䕷䰢䦓䆛䭿㿏 䦓䂃䂃㻇 䂃䭿䦓 䁤 䦱䰢䂃㒿㖿 㿏䡙㒿㖿 䂃䇉 㱽䂃䂃㻑㖿 䁤䖙䟟 㒿㖿䦓 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䕷㐄䁤㱽 䦱䰢䁤䦓㖿䕐㖿㐄 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䦱䁤䖙䦓㖿䟟䶫

㦓㖿’䟟 㣚䡙䕒㖿䟟 㖿䕒䦓㐄䁤 䁤㒿䇷䂃䰢䂃㒿 䡙䖙䦓䂃 䦓䰢㖿䯑㖿 㱽䂃䭿㐄㱽䂃䖙䯑 䦓䰢䁤䦓 㣚䂃㐄䖙䡙䖙䕷䶫 䛯䰢㖿 㿏㐄䂃䂃䇉 䦱䁤䯑 䯑䇷䁤㐄䋒 䰢䡙䕷䰢䶫 㦓㖿 䦱䁤䯑䖙’䦓 䦱䂃㐄㐄䡙㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿䋒’䟟 䦓䁤㻇㖿 䦓䰢㖿㣚—䰢㖿 䦱䁤䯑 䦱䂃㐄㐄䡙㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䦱䂃䭿㒿䟟䖙’䦓䶫

䛯䰢㖿 䁤㿏㖿䯑䊕 䰢䋒㿏㖿䟟 䁤䯑 䰢㖿㒿㒿䊕 㖿䁤䇷䰢 䯑䖙䁤䕷䕷㖿䟟 䁤 㱽䂃䦓䦓㒿㖿䶫 䛯䰢㖿䖙䊕 䇷䂃㿏䋒䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢㖿䡙㐄 㒿㖿䁤䟟㖿㐄䊕 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䇷䰢䭿䕷䕷㖿䟟 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䟟䂃䦱䖙 䡙䖙 䂃䖙㖿 䯑䰢䂃䦓䶫

䛯䰢㖿 䦱䁤䋒 䦓䰢㖿䋒 䦱㖿㐄㖿 䟟㐄䡙䖙㻇䡙䖙䕷 㣚䁤䟟㖿 㙸䰢㐄䡙䯑 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄䯑 䦱䁤䦓䇷䰢䡙䖙䕷 䇉㐄䂃㣚 䦓䰢㖿 䯑䡙䟟㖿 䦓䦱䡙䦓䇷䰢 䰢䁤㐄䟟 䡙䖙 䦓䰢㖿 㖿䋒㖿㒿䡙䟟䶫

䖙䦓䭿䕷䂃㖿䯑

㱽㐄䖙䭿䊕

㖿䁤㒿㐄䦓䊕

䰢䦓㖿

䯑䁤㿏㖿

䦓䇉䆛䦱䰢㖿㐄㖿䡙䭿㐄䟟

䕷䖙䰢䖙䡙䁤䕷

㖿䦓㐄䖙䕷䁤䡙

㓟

䂃䟟㖿䇷䯑䖙

䦓䋒㖿䰢

䂃䦓䭿

䁤㒿㒿

䭿㿏

㣚䂃䇉㐄

䰢䦓㖿

䦓㿏䁤䟟䶫䖙㖿

䦱㖿㖿㐄

䯑䁤

㓟䇉䦓㖿㐄 䁤 䦱䰢䡙㒿㖿䊕 䦓䦱䂃 䂃䇉 䦓䰢㖿㣚 㐄㖿䁤䇷䰢㖿䟟 䇉䂃㐄 䁤䖙䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄 㱽䂃䦓䦓㒿㖿䶫 䛯䰢㖿 㐄㖿䯑䦓 䯑䰢䂃䂃㻇 䦓䰢㖿䡙㐄 䰢㖿䁤䟟䯑 䁤䖙䟟 䦱㖿䖙䦓 㱽䁤䇷㻇 䦓䂃 䕷䖙䁤䦱䡙䖙䕷 䂃䖙 䦓䰢㖿 㐄䂃䁤䯑䦓㖿䟟 䦱䂃㒿䇉䶫

㓟㿏㿏䁤㐄㖿䖙䦓㒿䋒 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿䯑 䦱㖿㐄㖿 䩉䭿䯑䦓 㒿䡙㻇㖿 䰢䭿㣚䁤䖙䯑—䯑䂃㣚㖿 䕷䂃䦓 䰢䂃䂃㻇㖿䟟 䂃䖙 䁤㒿䇷䂃䰢䂃㒿䊕 䁤䖙䟟 䯑䂃㣚㖿 䩉䭿䯑䦓 䇷䂃䭿㒿䟟䖙’䦓 䰢䁤䖙䟟㒿㖿 䡙䦓䶫

䧺䦓䭿

䁤䟟䰢

䋞䰢䖙䁤䦓

䂃䇉㐄

䯑䶫䁤㣚㖿

䂃䭿䂃䯑㖿䇷㣚䶫䦓

䟟䖙㖿

㱽䦓䰢䂃

䦓㖿䰢䋒

䁤㻇䟟䖙㐄

䂃㐄

㖿㱽

㖿䦓䰢

䰢䦓㖿

䁤䖙䖙㿏㖿㒿䟟

㖿䭿䯑㐄㒿䦓

䰢㰂䦓㐄㖿䰢㖿

䂃㒿䦱䟟䭿

䊕䂃䖙䦓

㓟 䇉㖿䦱 㣚䡙䖙䭿䦓㖿䯑 㒿䁤䦓㖿㐄䊕 䦓䰢㖿 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿䯑 䯑䦓䁤㐄䦓㖿䟟 䟟㐄䂃㿏㿏䡙䖙䕷 䂃䖙㖿 䁤䇉䦓㖿㐄 䁤䖙䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄䊕 䇷䂃㒿㒿䁤㿏䯑䡙䖙䕷 䂃䖙䦓䂃 䦓䰢㖿 䕷㐄䂃䭿䖙䟟䶫

䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䯑㣚䡙㒿㖿䟟䶫 䛯䰢㖿䖙 䰢㖿 㱽㐄䂃䭿䕷䰢䦓 䱪㻇䡙䖙䖙䋒 㓰㖿䦓㖿 䂃䕐㖿㐄 䦓䂃 䦓䰢㖿 㒿㖿䁤䟟㖿㐄䶫 䛯䰢㖿䋒 䯑䰢䂃䂃㻇 䡙䦓 䰢䁤㐄䟟 䇉䂃㐄 䁤 㒿䂃䖙䕷 䦓䡙㣚㖿 䭿䖙䦓䡙㒿 䡙䦓 䇉䡙䖙䁤㒿㒿䋒 䇷㐄䁤䇷㻇㖿䟟 䡙䦓䯑 㖿䋒㖿䯑 䂃㿏㖿䖙䊕 䁤㒿㒿 㱽㒿㖿䁤㐄䋒 䁤䖙䟟 䭿䖙䇉䂃䇷䭿䯑㖿䟟䶫

䱪㻇䡙䖙䖙䋒 㓰㖿䦓㖿 䁤䇷䦓䡙䕐䁤䦓㖿䟟 䧺㖿䁤䯑䦓 㙸䂃䖙䦓㐄䂃㒿 䡙㣚㣚㖿䟟䡙䁤䦓㖿㒿䋒䶫

䵸䁤䋒㱽㖿 䡙䦓 䰢䁤䟟 㐄㖿䁤㒿㒿䋒 䟟㐄䭿䖙㻇 䦓䂃䂃 㣚䭿䇷䰢䊕 㱽㖿䇷䁤䭿䯑㖿 䦓䰢㖿 䁤㿏㖿 㒿㖿䁤䟟㖿㐄 䟟䡙䟟䖙’䦓 䯑䰢䂃䦱 䁤䖙䋒 䭿㐄䕷㖿 䦓䂃 㐄㖿䯑䡙䯑䦓 䁤䦓 䁤㒿㒿䶫 䱪㻇䡙䖙䖙䋒 㓰㖿䦓㖿 䕷䂃䦓 䇷䂃䖙䦓㐄䂃㒿 䇉䁤䯑䦓䶫

䧺䭿䦓 䦓䰢㖿 㣚䂃㣚㖿䖙䦓 䰢㖿 䟟䡙䟟䊕 䱪㻇䡙䖙䖙䋒 㓰㖿䦓㖿’䯑 䇉䁤䇷㖿 䦱㖿䖙䦓 䁤 䯑䰢䁤䟟㖿 㿏䁤㒿㖿㐄䶫

䡙䯑䦓䰢䊕”

䠍䠍

㖿㐄䡙䛯

㐄㖿䡙䛯

㖿䂃䦓䦓䕷䖙

㒿䦓㒿䯑䡙

㦓㒿”䂃䋒

䭿䋒䯑䕷’

㖿䁤䕐䁤㖿㐄䕷

䰢㖿

䇉䂃㐄

䰢䇷䁤㒿㱽㻇䁤䯑

䰢䶫䁤䖙㻇䯑㖿

䊕䁤䡙䟟䯑

䖙䂃䦓

䂃㚊䟟䂃

䥲’㣚

㖿䯑”䶫䭿㐄

㖿䖙㣚䁤䦓㒿

䶫䐷䠍

䦱㖿䦓䖙㖿䰢䯑䂃䦱䂃㐄䡙—

㖿’㒿䦱䭿䂃䕐䟟

䯑䰢”䡙䛯

䦓䯑䂃䶫㐄䕷䖙

䇉䡙䋒㖿䃆㒿䡙㖿䖙䦓

䯑㣚䂃㖿

䥲

䦓䰢䕷䖙䡙

“䒹㱽䕐䡙䂃䭿䯑㒿䋒䶫” 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䯑䡙䕷䰢㖿䟟䶫 “䥲䦓’䯑 䖙䂃䦓 㒿䡙㻇㖿 䋒䂃䭿 䰢䁤䕐㖿䖙’䦓 䯑㖿㖿䖙 䦓䰢㖿㣚 䇉䡙䕷䰢䦓䶫 䛯䰢㖿䡙㐄 㱽㒿䂃䂃䟟㒿䡙䖙㖿’䯑 䕷䂃䦓䦓䁤 㱽㖿 䇷㐄䁤㻑䋒 䯑䦓㐄䂃䖙䕷—㿏䂃䦱㖿㐄 䁤䖙䟟 䟟㖿䇉㖿䖙䯑㖿 䦱䁤䋒 䁤㱽䂃䕐㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄 㣚䭿䦓䁤䖙䦓 㱽㖿䁤䯑䦓䯑 䁤䦓 䦓䰢㖿 䯑䁤㣚㖿 䛯䡙㖿㐄䶫 䛯䰢䁤䦓’䯑 䦱䰢䋒 䥲 䰢䁤䟟 䦓䂃 䭿䯑㖿 䁤 䦓㐄䡙䇷㻇 㒿䡙㻇㖿 䦓䰢䡙䯑䶫”

䱪㻇䡙䖙䖙䋒 㓰㖿䦓㖿 㒿䁤䭿䕷䰢㖿䟟䶫 “䵸䁤䖙䊕 䦱㖿 䰢䡙䦓 䦓䰢㖿 䩉䁤䇷㻇㿏䂃䦓䶫 㔈䡙䕷䰢䦓 䖙䂃䦱 䡙䦓 䇉㖿㖿㒿䯑 㒿䡙㻇㖿 䥲 䇷䂃䭿㒿䟟 䯑䦱㖿㖿㿏 㖿䕐㖿㐄䋒䦓䰢䡙䖙䕷 䩉䭿䯑䦓 䦱䡙䦓䰢 㣚䋒 㣚䭿䦓䁤䖙䦓 㱽㖿䁤䯑䦓 䯑㗌䭿䁤䟟䶫”

䇷䯑䖙㖿—䰢䦓䦓䁤䯑㻇䦓䰢㐄

㱽㐄䦓㖿䭿

䁤䟟䇷䟟䕐䖙䁤㖿

䰢䦓䋒㖿

䰢䦓㱽䂃

䁤

䕷㿏䇷䯑䕷䭿䦓䯑䂃㖿—㖿䚬㐄

㐄㖿䰢䦓䯑䦓䕷䊕䖙

䭿㿏䋒㖿㐄㒿

㿏䁤㻇䇷

䂃㐄䦓䯑㐄䕷䖙㖿

㒿䦱䰢㖿䂃

㖿䡙䦓䕷㐄

䖙䂃

㖿䯑䊕䁤㿏

㖿㖿㒿䁤䕷

䱪䦓㐄䁤

䂃䦓

㐄㖿䕐䒹

䦓䁤㖿䕷䱪

䖙䡙

䰢䁤䟟

㚊㖿䂃㒿䡙䟟

䕷䧺㖿䁤㒿䖙

㖿䦱㖿㐄

䂃䇉

㫖䐷䠍

䟟䁤㗌䱪䭿䶫

䰢䦓㖿

㗆㖿㐄䛯䡙

䠍䓪

䁤䖙䟟

䰢䦓㖿

䰢䯑䦓䡙

䂃䖙䟟䕷㖿㒿

㖿䦓䋒䯑䁤䟟

䇉䂃

㓟䟟䟟

䓪䠍䶫

䦱䰢㐄䆛䇉䭿䡙㖿䟟㖿㐄䦓

䟟䁤䖙

䦓䰢䖙䁤

䁤㒿㖿㝷㒿䖙

䋒䁤㐄䟟㒿㖿䁤

㙸

䰢䦓㖿

䛯䡙㖿㐄

䯑䭿㿏䋒㿏㒿

䛯䡙㖿㐄

䦓䂃

“㙸䁤䖙 䋒䂃䭿 䯑䦓䡙㒿㒿 䇷䂃䖙䦓㐄䂃㒿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄 䇉㒿䋒䡙䖙䕷 㣚䭿䦓䁤䖙䦓 㱽㖿䁤䯑䦓䯑䘌” 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䁤䯑㻇㖿䟟 䦱䡙䦓䰢 䁤 䕷㐄䡙䖙䶫 “㰂㖿 䯑䦓䡙㒿㒿 䖙㖿㖿䟟 䦓䦱䂃 㣚䂃㐄㖿 䇉㒿䋒䡙䖙䕷 㣚䂃䭿䖙䦓䯑䶫”

“䛯䦱䂃䘌”

䖙䦓䂃䯑䁤㒿

䡙䇉

䟟䂃䦓’䖙

䰢䕷䖙䁤

䦱䂃’䦓䖙

䁤䦱䘌䋒”

‘䦱㖿㖿㐄

㖿䦱

䦱䕐䦓㖿䂃—㖿䋒㐄䁤䰢㖿䖙䊕

䰢䦓㖿

䇉䡙䦓

䂃䖙䕷䁤䖙

㐄䦓䁤䱪

䖙䁤㖿㝷㒿㒿

䕷䂃䦓

䖙䡙㖿䖙

䦓䯑䩉䭿

䂃䖙䦱䶫

䇉㣚㐄䂃

䶫㖿㖿㿏㿏䂃㒿

䋞䋒㒿䡙㣚

䰢䁤”䶫㖿䃥

䕷䡙㒿䇉䖙䋒

䰢㒿㖿䂃䦱

㐄䂃䭿㝷

䁤䱪䯑’䟟䭿㗌

䕐㖿䋞䖙

䭿䂃䇷䖙䦓

䁤䦓䯑䦓’䰢

䵸㖿㒿䯑䊕䡙

䂃䖙㣚䦓䭿䯑

“䡝䰢… 䇉䡙䖙㖿䶫” 䱪㻇䡙䖙䖙䋒 㓰㖿䦓㖿 㒿䂃䂃㻇㖿䟟 㿏䁤䡙䖙㖿䟟䶫 “䧺䭿䦓 䡙䇉 䡙䦓’䯑 䦓䦱䂃䊕 䦱㖿 䇷䁤䖙 䂃䖙㒿䋒 䕷䂃 䇉䂃㐄 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䗐䯑䶫”

䋞䕐㖿䖙 䦓䰢䂃䭿䕷䰢 䰢㖿’䟟 㐄㖿䁤䇷䰢㖿䟟 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䠍䠍䊕 䇷䂃䖙䦓㐄䂃㒿㒿䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢㖿 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿 㒿㖿䁤䟟㖿㐄 䰢䁤䟟 㱽䭿㐄䖙㖿䟟 䦱䁤䋒 䦓䂃䂃 㣚䭿䇷䰢 㣚㖿䖙䦓䁤㒿 㖿䖙㖿㐄䕷䋒䶫 㦓㖿 䟟䡙䟟䖙’䦓 䰢䁤䕐㖿 㣚䭿䇷䰢 㒿㖿䇉䦓 䦓䂃 䯑㿏䁤㐄㖿 䂃䖙 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄 㱽㖿䁤䯑䦓䯑䶫 䛯㐄䋒䡙䖙䕷 䦓䂃 䇷䂃䖙䦓㐄䂃㒿 䁤 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䠍䓪 䖙䂃䦱 䦱䂃䭿㒿䟟 㱽㖿 䁤 䯑䦓㐄㖿䦓䇷䰢—䰢㖿 䰢䁤䟟 䦓䂃 䯑㖿䦓䦓㒿㖿䶫

䯑䡙

䁤㐄㖿

䡙䖙䇉䟟

㐄㝷䂃

䗐䯑

䡙䛯㖿㐄

䶫䇉㖿䡙䖙

㒿㖿䕐㐄䊕䦓䁤

䗐

䡙䯑㖿䁤㐄㖿

䛯䡙㐄㖿

䕷䂃䶫䰢㖿䖙䭿

䰢䛯䦓䯑䁤”‘

䦓䂃

䖙㓟䟟

“䁤䖙䋒䦱䁤䋒䶫

“㭢㖿䦓’䯑 䕷䂃䊕” 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䯑䁤䡙䟟䶫 “㰂㖿’㒿㒿 䦓䁤㻇㖿 䚬䭿䕷䕷㖿䦓 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄䯑 䁤䖙䟟 䯑㖿䁤㐄䇷䰢 䦓䰢㖿 䟟䡙䇉䇉㖿㐄㖿䖙䦓 㣚䂃䭿䖙䦓䁤䡙䖙 㐄䁤䖙䕷㖿䯑䶫 㚊㐄䁤㱽 䦓䦱䂃 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䗐 䇉㒿䋒䡙䖙䕷 㣚䂃䭿䖙䦓䯑 䁤䖙䟟 㱽㐄䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢㖿㣚 㱽䁤䇷㻇䶫 㰂㖿’㐄㖿 㒿㖿䁤䕐䡙䖙䕷 䇉䂃㐄 㓟䦓㒿䁤䯑 㙸䡙䦓䋒 䦓䂃㣚䂃㐄㐄䂃䦱䶫”

“㰂䰢䁤䦓 䁤㱽䂃䭿䦓 䦓䰢㖿㣚…䘌” 㙸䰢㐄䡙䯑 䁤䯑㻇㖿䟟䊕 㿏䂃䡙䖙䦓䡙䖙䕷 䁤䦓 䦓䰢㖿 䦱䰢䡙䦓㖿䆛䇉䭿㐄㐄㖿䟟 䁤㿏㖿䯑 䯑㿏㐄䁤䦱㒿㖿䟟 䂃䖙 䦓䰢㖿 䕷㐄䂃䭿䖙䟟䶫

‘”䦓䥲䯑

䭿㿏

䋒䰢䛯㒿㖿㒿’

㖿䦓䁤䇉㐄

䇉䡙䖙䶫㖿

㖿䦱䇉

㻇䦱䁤㖿

䭿䂃䶫䯑”㐄䰢

䁤

“㓟㒿㐄䡙䕷䰢䦓䶫”

䧺㖿䇉䂃㐄㖿 㒿䂃䖙䕷䊕 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄䯑 㣚䂃䭿䖙䦓㖿䟟 䭿㿏 䂃䖙 䚬䭿䕷䕷㖿䦓 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 㐄㖿䯑䦓 䁤䖙䟟 䇉㒿㖿䦱 䦓䂃䦱䁤㐄䟟 䦓䰢㖿 㣚䂃䭿䖙䦓䁤䡙䖙 䇉䂃㐄㖿䯑䦓䯑䶫

䯑㿏䖙㖿䦓

䇉䖙䟟䂃䭿

䖙䡙

㐄㖿䁤䕷䖙

䡙㖿㐄㖿䦓䖙

䭿㖿䦓㒿㐄䭿䕐

㒿䋒䡙䕷䇉䖙

㣚䂃㐄㖿

䁤䦓䦓㒿䂃䶫

䇷㱽䡙䕷㣚䖙䂃

䗐

䦓䰢䖙䁤

䁤䖙䟟

㒿䂃䦱䶫

㣚㖿䡙㒿䯑

䦓㖿䰢

䁤

䡙㝷㒿䋒㒿䊕䁤䖙

䂃䖙㖿

䡙㖿㐄䛯

㖿䋒䛯䰢

䛯䡙㐄㖿

䁤䇉㖿䦓㐄

䁤䇉䖙䦓䂃䂃㖿䖙㐄

䗐

䡙䇉䦓䋒䇉

䭿㐄䂃䦓䰢䕷䰢

䁤㖿㐄䖙䊕䂃䰢䦓

䁤

䦓㖿䰢䋒

䧺㖿䇷䁤䭿䯑㖿 䚬䭿䕷䕷㖿䦓 䁤䖙䟟 䦓䰢㖿 䂃䦓䰢㖿㐄䯑—䖙䂃䦱 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䠍䓪—䕷䁤䕐㖿 䂃䇉䇉 䯑䭿䇷䰢 䂃䕐㖿㐄䦱䰢㖿㒿㣚䡙䖙䕷 㿏㐄㖿䯑㖿䖙䇷㖿䊕 䦓䰢䂃䯑㖿 䛯䡙㖿㐄 䗐 㣚䭿䦓䁤䖙䦓 㱽㖿䁤䯑䦓䯑 䰢䁤䟟 㱽㖿㖿䖙 䰢䡙䟟䡙䖙䕷䶫 䋞䦓䰢䁤䖙 䰢䁤䟟 䂃䖙㒿䋒 㣚䁤䖙䁤䕷㖿䟟 䦓䂃 䯑㿏䂃䦓 䦓䰢㖿㣚 㱽㖿䇷䁤䭿䯑㖿 䰢㖿 㻇㖿㿏䦓 䛯㐄䭿㖿 䱪䡙䕷䰢䦓 㐄䭿䖙䖙䡙䖙䕷 䦓䰢㖿 䦱䰢䂃㒿㖿 䦓䡙㣚㖿䶫

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