*dearly daniel

𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕,

𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚑𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎. 𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒’𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢.

𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎. 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍’𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍.

𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛. 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎. 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎.

𝚒’𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

𝚒’𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝.

𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.

𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢? 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎? 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛, ‘𝚒’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢’. 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎? 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝?

𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎? 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝?

𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

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