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"Our dead are never dead to us,until we have forgotten them."- George Eliot
ℬ𝓁ℴℴ𝒹 𝓈𝓁ℴ𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓉𝒽. 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒽.
𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℊ𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹,ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓈ℯℯ𝓂ℯ𝒹 𝓈𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝒾ℯ𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇thing ℯ𝒸𝒽ℴ'𝒹.
𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒻ℴℴ𝓉𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓅𝓈. 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓋ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ𝓈. 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈. 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈.
𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓀𝓎. 𝒟𝓎𝒾𝓃ℊ. 𝒜𝓈 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ ℊℯ𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹𝒾ℯ𝒹.
𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅 𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊. 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓈. 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓈 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝒻𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈.
"𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕! 𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕! 𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚,(𝒀/𝑵) 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑! 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕!"
𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ ℊ𝓇𝒶𝒷 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹. 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓁ℴ𝓌𝓁𝓎 ℊℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. ℬ𝓊𝓉,𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒷ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒮𝒸ℴ𝓉𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃.
𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓉 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓈.
"𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔,𝑰-𝑰-"
𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊.
"𝑺𝒉𝒉𝒉,(𝒀/𝑵),𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚,𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕."
ℬ𝓊𝓉,𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃'𝓉. 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉. 𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓈ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒹,𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓁ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓈 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊,𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒹.
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2/13/19
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