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Published September 27, 2025
₊˙ ⌇ 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔; 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓. ⌇ ˚⭒
₊˙ ⌇ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑴𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. ⌇ ˚⭒
₊˙ ⌇ 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎? 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. ⌇ ˚⭒
₊˙ ⌇ 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍. 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆… 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. ⌇ ˚⭒
₊˙ ⌇ (...) 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, “𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆.”
𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 “𝑨𝒘𝒘” 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒁𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝑰’𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆. “𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒁𝒆𝒕𝒉. 𝑰 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.”
“𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐,” 𝒁𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕. “𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”
“𝑶𝒉? 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕?” 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.
𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐. “𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘.”
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“𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” 𝑰 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. “𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏. 𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.”
“𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆,” 𝒁𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌. ⌇ ˚⭒