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Nicodemus et Artemisia

A̴̧̹͑̿͂̾r̷̛̠͕̒̓̊͐͝t̵̤̪̜̗̰̰͎̝͎̤̙̼̾͒̿͜ĕ̸̦͎͔͇̫̜̱̼͎͙́͜m̴̨͚͍̹̣͙̈̋͑̆̂̽̈́̐̚i̴̤͙̼̗͇͈͚̍̎̀ͅṡ̸̛̫̣͍̠͖̠̥͆̄̎̄͘̕̚i̸͇̰̠̓͊̊̍̄̇á̷̻͎͎̗̠͕̳̦̭̀̕ ̷̩̜̗̭̙̜͕̬͙̈́͒͜w̴̛̘͉̞̹͓͍̟̲͇̺͚̫̻̜͛̆̈́͌̂̄̑͑̚ò̴͈̪͔̮̣͔̠͕̈́̾͆̓̀̐̀̆͑k̵̤̘̪̬͚̮̩̹̣̞̹̱̒͆̂̀̎̈́͌̎̆̏͆̽͐͜͠ě̸̡̻͎̰̩̭̬̣̠̞̘̦̉͑͂̂̾͐̀̓̃̇̄͘̚ ̷̛͚͇̩̭̳̣̹͒̈́̓͗̌͆͌̑̽̕f̵̛͓̥̫̥͔͂͆̆r̷̛̭̫̪̤͖͕͈̖̼͇̬̩̬̦͖̀̇̿̋͒̂̉͒ȍ̵̜͙̲͍̣̗͔̂̓̃̂͑͘͝m̴̡̡̡̨̹̗̯͕̬̪̜̹̋͗̎̇̆̅̀̎̃͌̃̽̇̚͜͠ͅ ̷̧͇̹̯̏͆̾͑̀̆̅̅̿̅̅̋͒̚͝͝a̸̢̞͔̣̗̹̟͑̈́́̓̒̓́ͅ ̸̤̩̬̺̟̥̏̀́͋͌͂̇̏̋̃͗͜n̷̜̭̰̭͕̳͓̺̮̼̣͊͛̀̀͋̍͒́́͊̌͆͝ą̶̨̺͉̬̳̗̫̺̘̖̲̗̉͜͜p̸̢̜͎̟̻̼̩̦͎̼̦̙̟̐̋͌̾͆̔̑̌̍͗̐͑̂̂͜͠ ̴̱̳̮̱̭͍͎̈́̈t̸̮̐̃̈́̋́̈́̑͒̈̉͌̚͝o̵̪̦͓̥̪͍̮̠̳̐͐̐̽͋̿͛̄̀̋̓̈́͝ ̴̢̨̜̱̦̏̅͊͋͂s̷̗̞̳͔͇̖͈͓̪͊̅̏͌͒͌ṃ̶̛̣͍̜̭̻̹̃̈́̅̈́͒́̊̾̚̚ȩ̸͇̪̗̤͈͚͖̯̦̈͒̓̒̃̋̽̇̆̒͒̉͘͜l̵̢̡̹͖̝̮͉̙̦͚̼͓̋l̷̛̺̤̗̪͎̼̠͈͇̥̹̲̫͌͌͑̃̌͌̋͑͆̈́̐̽̂̈́̕͘͜ͅ ̸̥̘̮̫̠̥̺͚̩͉̀̏͒̄̇͋̾͑͐̒̓̎͛̑̍͗͘ǫ̵͔͇̖́̔̄̂͘ṛ̵̡̰̻͓̩͑a̸̯̫̩͌͋̓͋͆͂͂͠n̴̡͉̻̤͈͂̃́́͜g̸̢̛̲͙̳̲̟͎̰̫̣̟̏́̀͑̋̌͋́̈́̿̒͗̍̔̌͜͠ẽ̶̛̛̖̣͖̟̀͆ͅ ̶̛̟̯̳̅̏̄͊̎͂́͛̚ǫ̵̫̻̥̭̣͙͓̝̏̔̈́̉̑̐͐͘͜͝͠į̵̢͖̯̲̯̺̦̙͇̉̿̐̑̃̾͌̇͌̏̌͐͝l̵̡̨̡̧͙͚̘̳̩̪͈̗̞̾̍͂̀͆͒̄̅͆̍̎̕͝͠ͅ ̴͍̻̱͖̪͇͔̳̅̀̓͑̂̂̄̏́͗͑͐̆̚̚͝b̴̧̛̖̱͉̣̣̙͗̑͌̋͑̏͂̒̌ú̸̧̨̨̡̞̩̠̟̺̤͇̱͇̪͇͊̅͐̄̌͆̊̀͐͠ͅr̵̛̛͙͙͕̼̰̦̬͙͉̘̮̗͎̱͔̋̃̐̎͒̂̔̈́̍̐̅͘̕͜͝͠ͅn̶̢̘̱̭̝̲̽̌ĩ̶̢̢̻̗͚̮̗̙̓͑̾̀̀̍͆̀͛n̵̢̒̄̇̎́͑̊̆͌͝g̶̫͓̣̾̿͊̇̓̽̚̚͝.̶̢̠̻͕͓̱͖̙̱͉̆̏̔̏̒͛̀̑̈́̚͘͝͠ ̶̮̪̞̗̖̠̇̾̈̃̏̎̂̓͛̕͝͝<br≯̢̢͚̰̦̳̩̤̪̰̻͍̲̀̃͑̂̒͑̕̚̚͝T̴̰̱͌̆̈́͂̅h̵̡͎̪͕̭̭̘̝̘̪̭̲̹̙͚̙͌̀̆͂̅̽̑̐̄̕e̵̩̺͕͇̭͎͑̈́̐̓̀ ̶̠̖̱̰̾́͛͗̀̎̕ą̷̡̢̺͚̠̟͎̠̙̫͇̝̱̓̃̂̌̉͋̔̀͑͐͘͘͜͝r̶̡̨̛͇̠̭͈̻͔͎̜͕̎̊̿͌̑̒̋͒͠͝ȏ̴̫̘̜̳̫̹͆́͘͝ͅm̵̼͉̩̃͘a̷̢̧̖̱̣̮̥͕̥̭̾́͋̅̈́̈́͂̆̇̚͝͝ ̵̡̡̨̫̦͚̘̲̰̭̪͍̰̥̻̀̈́f̸͔̦̞̯̞̰͇̬̗̞̖̽l̵̟͓̟͚̙̹͓͗̋̐̑̈́̾͂́̔̆͋͜͠͝o̴̧͔̗̺̲͇̤͕͎̯̬͍̼̝͒̎̓̔̂̀́̓̈́͊͜a̸̧̨̙̬̬̭̞̪̼͔͙̙͉̞͜͝ţ̸̯̼̖̲̣͆̀͆͌͗̍̿͑͂̀̏̚͝e̸̼̯̹̯̮͂̑̉̅̈́̈́̈́́͆̂͒͂̏d̴̢̡̟̘̯̼̥̳̼̦̱̫͔̲̰̽̆̋̈́̋̿́̋̓̅̄̆̕ͅ ̷̡͍̗̲̝̼̺͎̖͉͖̭̒̓̀͒̽̍̐̉̇̂̕̕͜͜͠ỉ̴͖͈̝͚̺̹̩̞̺̙͍͔͎̗̃̓̄͂̑́̈͆̉̓̽̈́̚ņ̶͚͍̺͙̺̪̿̀̈́͂̉͌̋̔͊̂̔̊̃͜͜͝͝ ̸͕͙͔̬͔̱̏͌̐̊̋̿ã̷̧̡͉̝̳̼̖͔̝͖̼͇̞̤͈̐̓͌̍̍̌͘͠ņ̷͚̘̼̹̥̀̒̀͆d̸͎̳͇͔̹̮̗̐͒̀̊͜͝ ̴̗͉̬̜̙̬̣̲͖̜͍̤͙͔͛̍̿̓́̅̿̑̊̍̅̀͝͠͝p̷̞͉̖̣̩̬̙̺̟̤̝̯̰̣̣̈̌̋̽̋̌̓̀̓͝ȯ̶̢͕̠̟̹͈͓̖̤̩̣͖̹͆͋̔͆̄̇̓̈̽́̽̋̊̈́̓̚͜k̴͍͕͉̥͕̺͈͎͙͕͎̭̹͕̃͒̇̕ͅe̷̛͔̝̜͐̀̎̽̆̕d̶̡̡͕͚̗̦̺̱̝̞̱̔̒̀̐͆̅̇̾́͊͆̈͋̆͜ͅ ̸̨̩̳̩͍̳͎̹̼̤̘̝̪̩̿́͊͐̇̃̒̈́̕͠͝h̸̡̪͔͕̥͓͇̣͕̱̯̤̭͌͂͋̑̍͋̅̈́͐̆̔́͝͠͝e̸̩̺̺͖̩̪̰̩̬̫̥̮̮̅̄̈́̆̓̒̒̾̈́͒͘͠r̸̛̖̙̘̳͎̫͓͍̮̙͎̰̣̈͂̍̽̾̽̅́̔̒̕͠͝ ̷̨̡̘͎̯̱̭̗͖̥̓̽̿̿͒̓̅̈̔͒͂̀̓͝n̴̢̛̙̗̺̦͚̖̣͈̲̦͈͈̓̂́̿̀͘ồ̷̢͚̱͈̠̥̉͌́̓̉̐͘͝͝š̶̨̗̪̫͎̓̇͛́͗̓̚͠t̵̡̘̠̲͎̗͓̼͓́̿̈́̿̾̅̌r̷̡̛̛̖̙̙̫̪̘͇͂̄̆̄̄̉̄̉̾́̈́̔į̶̛̼̉̿͐͛̋̔̄̚͝ĺ̵̜͚̣͈̲̼͈̠̰͚̭̱̝̟̣̃͛̈͐̏̀͌̉̐̇̆́̉͑̃͜͝s̷̢̢̛̺̹̠̰̝̰̤̺̘͍͎̘͕̅̇́̐̀͒͋̉͜͠ ̶̧̛̛̰̠́̂̃͛̓̽̃͒̿̀̔̚ͅt̸̫̣͎̪͍̯͎̻͛̿̉͆̃̐͝͝h̵̡̛̩̣̟̦̬̦̪̱̦̟̲͇͕̹̤͉̑̈́͊͊̈́͛̅̓̐̓̆̀̽̀͘͠ȓ̸̨͉̰̖͔̻̦͙̬̼͕͖͖͓͈̒̐̔͒̍̏͊͐̿́́̂̋̕͜͜͝͝o̷̢̱̠̺̲͓̓̓̽̓͊̇̏ͅū̵͚͎͓̩̀̿̍̽̒̅͐̈́ģ̸͚͈̦̦̺͔̪̱̰̗̖͈̱̭̫͊̈́̀̄̌́͘h̶̨̧͓̋̑͆̋̈͒̇̉͛̈͘ ̷̪͓̼̺̱̮͇͖̓̏́̊̍͑̈́̏͐͐̀̆̀́̍͜͜ţ̵̛̣̪͔̟̲͚̞̩̼͙̥̪̦͆͌͆̀̎̑̕͜͝h̶̞̻̲̬͊̐̂͆̄̑͆̅̓̓͑́͒̂̈́̏͜é̷͍̦̹̝̔̽̄́͜͠ ̵̢̢͈̙̖̳̫̬̭͔̦̜̭̞̜̒͂͆̿̽̋́<br≯̩̯͉̬̤̦̖̰̀̏g̷̫̠̘̲̲̱͓̻̖̊͜a̷̪͆͌̓̎̆̆͛́͂͆͂͌͆̂͠u̴͖̯͓̘̩͆͒̈̈̈́͋̿͛͆z̸͕̮̬̅̈́̊e̵̟̓̓͌̅̽̐̑̓͌͒̓̕ ̶̨̢̛̦̫͕͍̠̠̒͂̈́̃̈͜l̵̨̹̤̖̼͔̟̟̻̪̼̮̙͈͍̗͖̍͋̉̋͋̉͗ȉ̵̛̗͇̟̠̟͖͍̜ṉ̵̻̳̩͂̈͊̓̄i̶͔͖͕̖͎̭̬͚̜̲̰̜̓͒͛́̀͑͜͝ñ̸̾̏̊̀͋͌͗̂͆͛̔͜ģ̷̦͚͖̝͓͖͍̩̫͕̰̝͍̥̑̾̾̉̀̆̽͝ ̶̢͉̜̯̹̻̺̻͙̫̺̇ḫ̶͎̞͕͑̑̒̑ę̵̪̲̩͕͎̥̜̝̻̲̺̊ͅr̵̢̛̪̖̝͍̫̒̄̓̂̔͋̈́͂̎͛́͒͑̾̎͠ ̷̨̧͍̩͍͕͓͙̆h̵̨̨̤̭̻̳͈̞̊̕ͅa̶̛̳̹̭̿͂̓̐̃̿̽͗̋͛͐̏̽ͅm̸̧̛̦̫̪̣̟̞͙̣̬̬̄̾̅̈́̋́̉́̓͆̓͌̐͗m̴̡͔̋̄͜͠o̸̗̣̗̦̫͂͋͆͊̄̈́̈̕c̷̨̝̝̮̠̟̱̩͙͓͓̃̎͐k̷̢̛͚̼͍̗͇̭̠͓͕̟̲͍͋̈́͌̔̈́̇̀̋̈͝.̶̡̨͓̦̓̆͒͗͑̍̄̔̾̿̄̂͘͠͝ ̶̧̜͍͎̝̟̒̋̆̒͂̃̍̈͊̆̿͘͝ͅS̴̥͉̈́̈́̍̍͐ḩ̸̨͇͉̱͙͈̖̖̣͉͉̞̫̱̜̃̈̽̋̿̆͆͂è̷̢̨̧̹͓̙̺̘̟̣̞̬͙̼̫̑̽̀̅̈͗͆̑͝ͅ ̵̡̛̳̹̜̗͉̘̙̥̘͎̳͍̰̆̇̈́̽̽͆͗̾̈́͆͌͛͗̋ͅs̸̨̹̯͎̤͕͈͔̺̥̲͚̃̈̊̑̓́ͅͅp̸̡̝͎͎̤̜̅̀́̓ͅụ̵̢̡͎̥̻̠̥̞̤͖̙̱̠͔̰͂͆̀̓̍̃͑̕̕̕͜n̵̥͚͍̖̂̃̔̈́͌͐̽ ̶̢̢̡̠̣͍̩͍̹̾̆̋̄̍͆͂o̷̢̱̺̦̫̙̞̠̮̼̎͗͜u̷̢̹̼̝͓͔̥̺̽͂̌t̴̩̣͙̙͖̜͚̝͕̭̦̹͚̅̈́̈́̚ ̷̯̘̀́ô̸̝̘͌͛͒̈́͝͠f̶̡̺̜̤̗̻̞̼͛̒̄̀͌͊͝ͅ ̵̛̭̬̼̪̣̥̯̈́̐̈́̏̂̅ȋ̸̡͎̯̑̀̉̒̇͘̚ṫ̶̯̤͉̫̘̹͑̍̎͂̈̚͠ ̷̨̦͎̙̘̜̞͓̄̊̈́̑̔̈́̅̐̒̃̕a̵̧̛͓̬̲͍͚͈̜̩̎͗̾͌̄̈́̿͊̓̈́̿̃̔͝͝n̶̛̘̖̪̲̞̯̮̲̟͎͇̿̓̿͂̅̾̎̿̍͊̈́͝͝͝ͅd̸̛̛̞̯̘̺̘͈̓̂̅̍̒̓̂͂̾̓̋̕͘ ̶̨̞̞̯̳̯̐͌̃͐͐̕w̷̡͓̲̤̤͈̗̲̠̲̔̄̏̇̑́̐͘̕̚ą̸̧̛̥͍͗́͌̊̈́̌̉͒̅̿̚͘͝͝l̶̢̛͕͇̫̝͙͙̙͌̍ķ̶̳̫̹͎͍͎̩̦̯̘̫̥̅͛͗͆̍͋̕͜͠e̶̛͇̼̊͛̓̏͆̋̀̉͗̉̇́͐̚͝ͅd̵̡͚̭̝̰͇̜̞̤͔̘͇̙̃͛ ̴̡͎̪̝͇̲̲͓͈̞͓̝̖̓͆͑̊́̀̂̽͒̚͝t̴̡͓͇͖̳̤͖̞͖̪̘̟͉̰̹̟̣̓̃̓̋͆̒͛͝͝ō̶̧̱̞̙͇̽̏ ̵̘͘t̶̼̲̹̥̤̪̯̽́̎̏̒̅̃̔͆͗̊̏̈́̎̚h̶̛̯͖͇͔̱̞̗͇̠̭͍̬̲̙̩͙̏̔̏͠e̵̯̝̺̹͕̠̭͕̜͒ ̴̮͇̍̃̆̅̎͛͘<br≯̨̮̘̼͈̳̺̼̙̯͈̄̃́̄̂̓͌̋͌̊͛̾̓͊̚̚͝f̷̡̛̛͕̝͚̗̈́̅̈̉̈́̆͒̿̎̕͘ō̵̡̺͚̻̖͓̼̭̝̝͖̣̦̬̞̻̜̾̂̈́͗̿͐͌͆͑̉̾͝͠͝y̵̢̱͚̋̋̀̐͆͐̽̓̃̔͝é̵̢͉̺͇̼̃̽̂͝͝ṙ̷̢̛̝̠̳̙͓̖͚͈̳̲̟̯͍͂̉̑͆͗̑̀̇̈́͘͘͝͝͝,̴̜̖̪͇̣̖͖̖̹͈͂͋̎̐̌̊͐̓̈́̚̕͜͠͝ ̴͙̣̼̟͓͇̦̠̞̦͖̹̠̿́̑̍́̇̏̑́͊͆̕͝ȇ̸̛̖̯̮̜̭͇̘̲̯̤͓x̷̧̟͙͔̟͙͖͛̒̏̿̎͆̏̽͘p̴̛̹̯̠͙̥ę̶̨̧̩͔͓̥̹̳̳͂̈͑̀̽̏̍̈́̄͛̇͘ͅc̸͍̠͍̹͙͖͖̠͚̘̘͕͛̈̆̐̑̋̔̅̈͊̍͂̔̒̈́̕t̷͔̞̠̮͇̆͒̌̐̌̈͂̚̕͠i̷̧̢̛͔̖̠̞͋́̃̀̄̄̄̐͗̕͜͝n̵̤͓̦̝̓͗̀͛̽̔͂̌͌́̚̕͝g̴̨̢̗͚̗͚̲̾͊͊́ ̶̢̢̧̹̪͙͕̪̬̲̗̮̹̬̳̄͛͛̚t̴̠͔͇͇̿ǫ̸̪͕̰̺͇͍̎̄̍̉̃̈́̋̄̀̐̚̚ ̵͕̙̍̋ͅf̶̹͎̏i̶̲͋͂̿̿͑͆̓̍͝n̷̨̢͓̘͇̟̼̲̹̙͈̹̺͎̍͒̓̉̊̎͒̒̽̀̓̇͆͂̕͜͜͠ͅd̶̨̹̪͍͎̣̯̫͓̐͑̅̓̔̌̈́̏̃̚͝ ̶͍͍͎̮̻͇̘͖̺̎͆̇̅ͅả̸̡͇̞̝͎̗̳̦̯̮̻͙̱̙̙͖͜ ̸̢̮̺̳̹͓͎̣̭͎̰̗̥̈̆̌̈͗̈́͊̈́̓̄̾̈̓͛̒͜͠͝ͅͅp̶̭͕̟̱̗̥̖̪̌̄̌̒̂͐̀͒͝͠u̶̧̡͉̖̻͙͈̯̺̼̣̱̘͂́̒̀̑̆͜͜͜͝ͅp̴̢̡͖̫̙͉̲̭̥͚̘̮̭͉̓̎̾i̶̦̿̀͒̽̔̽̐̎̾̆̀l̴̝̥͓͎̠̎̏̍͒̒͒̂͆͝͠͝ ̵̱̗̜̣̈́̋̒̌̄͆̅f̷̥͔̭͕̣͈̼̰̈́̑̾̇̅̚ṙ̸̛͙̻͇̆̽͊̏̀̈͛͝o̴̧̮̲̭̼̮̟̰̯̪̜͋m̴̡̙̩̪͚̳̞̣͒̍̅͂̋͝ ̴̧̹͕̬͚̝̖͈̹̀̑͒͊h̷̢̛͎̻̙͖̖͍̙̮̤̪̪̮͒͋̕̕ͅe̷̯̰̖͉̊̄͆̓̅̍̋͋̀͊́́͘͜͝ŗ̴̨̛̛͇̯̤̱̙̊̽́̂̈͌͆̇̓́̅ ̸̧͇̖̞͙̫̬̗̺̙͖̰̇̃̅̋͗̒͐̚̕̕͝ả̶̧̧̹̫͍̞͉̫͈̪͖̳̼̫͍̳̯͒̽̈́͂͊̌̆̅̂̀͝͝r̴̡̡̖̩̠̼̗̩͚̰̤̘̬̐̈́͐̇̎͂̈́̐͋͝͝ç̶̳̉̈̒͗͊͗͒̾͑̚h̶̢̧̘̯͓̯̩̪̮̭̗͎͖̉̇̅͘e̶̮̜͂͊̅͗̇̓̔͐̑̍͜͠͝͠ͅr̴̢̫͈̜̬͍̖̜͙̤͓̫̬̣͊̀̊̑̋͆͌͐̕͘y̵̧̮̣͇̝̫̹͔̪͇̗̮̙̔̋͜ͅ ̸̡̯̹̺͉̭̱̝̪̜̣͖̭̌̈́̄́͆͛̿̑̌̿̇̄̉̚͠͝͝s̴͙̹͇̜̠͖̠̻̖͈͉͓̦͓̤̊̅c̸̢͖̤̤͉̜̹͈̩͖̈̆͐̆̅͆͛͆̅͗̕͝h̸̦̣̺̰̱̠̫̖̒͐͛̂̌̈̂͗͠o̴̠̫̻̙̖͑̉̆́̓̒̋͋͆̏̚͘͝͝ǫ̸̰̻̾͛̿́͐̽l̸̮̦̥̺̦̩̙̯̃̍͌́͜ͅ.̸̢̡̛͚̠͙̲͓͖͙̟̤̞͇̼̹́͐̍̈́̎́͋͝͝ ̷̞͍̪̼̹̇̍̂̉̐̿̒̍̓̌̍̐͆̉̎͂̒
̷̨̼̦̯̥̺̠̠̮̹̃̓̊̃̊̏̅͌̋̏̅̌̏̔́̕Ą̴̥̳̼͈͓̻̮̦̞̝̠͎̋̅͜͝ ̴̡͚̖̗̙͔̂̉̔̆m̷̧̢̡͎̤̻̓̅͂͒̉̽̿̈̏̕͝a̵̡̡̲̪̮̻̱̮̦͎̥͇͇͈̅ņ̵̦̜͇̗̞̝̹̙͆͑͑͊́̽̈́̔͗͘̕ ̴̨̗͉̞̮̩̓̿̔ẇ̵̧̧̨͇̳̪̦̞͙̗͍̲͚̝̘̲͗́̕a̵̢̢͙̟̦̩̲̳͎̱̲̯̭̝͊̒̅͆̈́͂̄̽͋͒̃͛̚͜ş̵̧̧͈͖͕̗̰̪̹̞͐͂̓͆͌̌̔̽̍̈́̓̌̀̚̕͝͝ ̴̢̠̼̯̪̲̺͆͒̇̽̌̀̋̍̇̃̅̈́͝͠ͅp̵̖̰̞̞̥̘͙͚̹͔͈͉̝̙̺̞͛̌̐̉̎͆̈́͑̈́̓̎̅̂͆̓̚͝ͅr̸̡̡̛͖̭̺͉̫̤̪̗̿͋̈́͗̌̈́̉̍͊̚̕͜͝a̵̢̡̧̨̛̳̜͎̫̣̠̼͔̣͚̯̝̒̿͑͗̾̍͐̽̆̊̒̊̎͊̓͝ŷ̷̛̯̯̟̱́̾͆̂̎͋̀̕͝͠ͅi̷̢͕̩̜̮͎͕̔̈́͋̓̐̍̔͗͘ͅn̵̨͙̻̱̼̱̥͔͉̆̎̏͆̆͋͠g̴̪̠͖̣͇̜͕͎̘͌͗̇̊̏͆ ̴̧̢̧̟̖̱̝͍̲̻̼̠̼͔͇͊̈̈́͒͋̏͋͜t̸̡̢̠̖̤̫̮̱͉͔̖̖͎͚͆͌̀͗́͒͒̋͌̑̄͌͑̕͝͝ͅͅȟ̷̝̻̯̒̄͛̔́̊̌̈́̌͠ȇ̵̢̧͕̩̖̝̬̪̰̩̜̲̤̇̈́̓̒r̷̛͈͉͉̭̱̙͚̤̻͇͆͆̄̈̅̽͌͊̽̚͜ẽ̸̢͉̣̠̝̘̗̬͙̦̝̺̥̙̓̏̅͛.̷̪̺̰̟̻̼̜̌ ̷̢͉͖͈̹͈̱̹͙͎̬̝̿̓̐̌̇̃͛̄͆̉̚͘͝͝“̸̢̝̲̥̮̦̞͎̩̞̪̜̣͗͘D̸̲̠͓͍̻̲̦͙̼̖̼̪͖̱͆͒̈́̉̔̀̾͆͆͗̐̄i̸͕͐̍̓͑̓̔͗̋v̵͓̓i̷̡̡̛̪͎̳͉̤̜̦̻͓̠̞͍̜̳͆̃̐̂̒̚ͅǹ̸̨̦̜̫̜̗̻̘́̎̑̏̈̐̄͆̆̑̇͛̀̐̔e̷̡̨͚̯͔̻̫̮̹̫̯̖̠̞̙̥̼͆̃̊͘ ̷̮̭̣̗͈̲̱̅̎̈́̑͊̂̋͐̌̀̐͋͑̽̍͌͠Ȁ̸̡̡̨̨͖̪̲̙̯r̶̡̡͖͈̲͓̯͓̼͍̺͎͔̍́̈͒̄̂̂̇ṯ̵͙͑é̷̟̜̠̝̰̝̳̻͑͂͗̃̃̃̚͜ḿ̶͙̭̲̺͐́̀͛̚ͅĩ̷̖̲̱͊̃s̸͎̳̞̠̈̋̓̉̃͗̄̌̎̋̕͠,̷̨̧̹̬̥͎̺̩̝̪̦̩͛̎̀̈́̓͊̂͑̉̀”̷̧͓͙̲̦̖̼͓̗͂͛̅͠ ̷͚̺̥̑̽̈́̋̈̇͝ḧ̶̰̻̬͓́͋͐̊̍̃͑͛ͅe̸̮̪͉͓̲̮̦͙̭̘̽͊̔̃̿ͅ ̴̱̍̃̌̌͊̀̐̌̌̚͘͝͠͠ḿ̷̢̢͓̦͎͖̟͎͔͚͇̫̙̤͉̆̿͌͛̅̃̎͂͠͝ǘ̶̳̪̥̦̰̹͍̩̻̙̫̹͙̃̆̏̏̍t̴̫͙͇̗͈̩̮̯̱̻͑ṱ̷̲̌̊͋̐̀̔͘͝͝e̷͔̱̬͍̠̝̤̓͛͆̿͜͠ŕ̸͕̺̫͙̙͈̘͔̜͙͎̬̠̘̼̝̈́̑̾͌͊͒́̒͝͝ê̶̗̯̝̱̹̻͉̱̞̻̙̻̝̿̍͒̑͗͂̕͝ͅd̵̢̧̡̘̬̲̗̲̥͓͕̭̳̝̩̩̤͋̐̑̐̋̊̅̇͝,̵̛͎͕̩̼̤̙͈̳͎͍̹̝͖̗͉͖͒̐ͅ ̵̩̑͋̿̓̉͌́͑̀̀̇̎̊͘͝͝“̶̢̧̧̪̥͙͍͍͉̩̩̆̽̋͐̂͛̆̌͛̚͝͝I̷̡͚̹̣͈̦͖̣̓ͅ ̸̧̛͖̩̮͔̳̻̂̓̿̒̀̆͒̐̑̀̈́ͅẁ̸̨̧͍̫̼̘̬̹̖̬̫̦̣͖͙̽͊̈̓́̾͛̈́́̉a̵̢̫̱̤̘̹̞̟̫̬̱̙͋̂̅̑̈́̔̊̀̅̂͌̌̾̑̚̕͜n̸̨͕̲͚͉̖͇̮̄̔͌̇̒̉͠ͅt̴͎̗̭̼̃̅̑̅̈́̇͛̈́͋̄̆̉̇̌͠ ̴̢̻͇̪̼̯̹͇͚̩̜͚̫͔̬̮̄̃̀̋͐͌͒̈̓̕…̷̖̦̪͐̐̊̈́͌̒͑̌̑̂̄̆̚͝͝ ̴̨̩͙̣̬̘̝́̏̐̌̊̄̊̃̏̋̂̕ṭ̵̫͖͎͕̹̪͎̻̾̓̀͑̅̇̾̆͘͘̚͘͝͝o̴̞̮̞̾͑͛͒̑̽͒̍̽͐́́̐̕͜͠͝ ̴̠́́̀̾̃̋̓͗̾̚̕͝ͅḇ̵̟̻͋̾͗͛̿͐̚͝e̶̟͖͓̖̬̳̥̞̺̱̱̤̝̗̝̦͛͌̽͆̏̊͗̃̍̏͝ ̶̢̛̬͍͙͈̟̌̄̎̃̇̃̒̌̑̆̉͗…̴̛̳̼̮̳̰̱̙̤͉̳̯̫̓͗̈́̎͌̕ ̷͓̣͓̦̰̋̇̅̓̌̐̍̅̔̈ã̸̢͉͔͉̤̩̟͔̳͔̀̂̊̑̌̒̔̆͠͝ ̷̨̣̝̪͕͔̬̻̣̪̬͚͍̯̲̂͋͆m̶̨̛̜͚̩̺̝͙͎͉͛͐́͆͌̿̈́̀͘a̶̡̢̙̝̹͓̥̪̬̳̔͂̆̔̈́̃͘͜s̵̨̗̺̦̗̰̦͇̱̟͉̹̰͔͔̄̔̒̽̍͜͠t̵̨̡̘̤͈̯̫̠̣̙̭̰̲͖̉̆̃́͊͋̎́̒̐̈́̚͝͠ȩ̷̛̖͐̀͝ͅr̶̛̳̜̤͙̝̪̬̞̊͐̓̐́̉̈́̔̕͝ ̷̡͍̘̠̬̠̜̜̻́̏̐̿̐̃̈̓̾͆̋́͊̇̈t̴͓̥̪̪̰͕̘̗̹̣̓͂̑̌̇͊̈̓͋͆̀͊̐h̶̘̎̋̕í̵̭̮̩͉̊̈́̎͂̓̓́́͜e̵̢̛̳̱̰͇͎͚̞͉͌̏̐̏̄̒̕͘͠͝f̸̢̣͔̯̳͙̤̮͎̫̊̋!̶̡̛̪̑̓̄̒̊̄͊͗̂̅̉̽̿͝͝͝”̴̢̧͈͔͙̗͎̖̩̲̩̀́ ̶̲͔̩̤̦̼̈́͛̏̈́̐̓̐̌͌̉̋͘͠Ț̷̫͇͇̰͍̣̲̳̥̭͙̩̖͇̰̮͋̈́͋́̆h̶̨̧̡̪̤͎͎͔͎̻̭̘̦͈͌̓̎̌̍̈̑́̃̄̍̇̿͘͠ͅę̶̭̯̭͚̲̈͒́̋̐̐̾͋̋͘̕͠ ̴̛̮̖͉̩̮͚͈͙̲̺͗̀͛̅̏̉̾̈́̈́̀̍̕͘͜͜͝m̶̭̣̽͂͊́́ä̴͓́ṋ̸̢̮̘̪͔͂͗̽̐̊͌̓͘͝ ̵̡̛̜͚͎̜̯̻͓͍͔̱̣͍̜̩̤̤́̀͊̉̄̃̈́́͐̄̈̚l̷͚͚̗͉̗̫̱͕̲̲̭͐ö̷̢̠̫̪̳̝̘̝̞͕͎̲͓́̐̽͆́̓͑͠õ̶̭̯̙̎͑͒̂͆͂̿k̸̻̭̠̬̱̫̥͓͇̠͔̰͓̪̃͋̓ě̷̢̘̰̥̗̯̥̪̝̪̣̰̃̈̋̄̽͑͂͆͜͝d̵̡̞͇̭͈̯̰͖͕͌͒̏͌̀̀̈́̌̕ ̶̰̔̀̍̔͋̀͠͝a̴̧̫͇̤̩̠̥̩̱̱͍̹͓̦͊̈́̃̿̎̀̽́͆̑̈́̕͝͝ŗ̵̢̨̛̺͚̥̘̭̩̻͙̣̗͖̰̠͛̆̾͒̓̂̊̐͌͋́ͅŏ̷̧̭̯͓̲̝̹̝͍̪͚̱̳̼̀̏̂͐̀̏̍͐̽͑̈́̀ͅǘ̸̮̜͍̜̟͙͋̾n̸̡̩̗͉̬̩͔̥̤̼̠̤̎͌͌͗̎ͅͅͅd̸̡̢̬͇̰̫͙͚͆̎̃͐̓̎͐̔͐͂̕̕͘͠͝ ̶̡̙̳̱̮̭͕̤̞͖͎͓̬̮͌̔̀̅ͅi̶̡̼̺̪͎̫͝͝ṋ̵͇͕̗͔̺͉̦̦̙͒͒̋̏͊̓̔͌̃͑́̎̓̚̕͝ͅ ̴̢͙̙̖̱̬͍̞̜͔̘̩̱̥͔̺̟̀́̔̍̄͑̈̍s̷̢̱͇̘͚̰̖̦̫̙͎͊͊̊͋̈̈̌͒͘͜͠û̸̫̤̱̪̻̗͋̈̅̈́̈́̃͋̓́̆̓́̑̃͘͝ŗ̴̠̦͇̘̜͈̳̗̱̰̦̟͔̝̼͆͊̒̾̂̂̉̒͊̕͘̕ͅp̸̧̡̹̻͈̺̜͈̳̙͎͖̪̘̖̆̌͌͊͒͌̇̄r̵̢̨̫̞̹͙̦͇̹͔͓̫̥̞̱̝̽̓̋̄͑͂͊̃͜͝i̷̛̹͇̻̥͙͍͙̔s̵̰͔͈͕̗̾̽̋̀͗͌̆̑̊͂̏͌̅̚͝e̵̢̧̡̛͖͕̣̬͐ ̵̲̰̟̔̄̒͌̀͂̓͒́͌̐̓͑͛͘̚a̷̛͉͎͚̟̣̠͆̀̔̐̓͛̔̈́͘s̵̥̰͉̳͔̭̣̘͗̆̄͐́̎͆̂̐̇͑̐̀̋̒̒͝ ̶̹̲̻͈̝̳͓̆̒̍͊̓̂̃̓̓͘͝ȧ̴̮͚̦̲̂̄̈́͒̃͑̂͂̓̈͘͠ͅ ̴̰̓̌̊̐̂̀̄̐͘m̷̟͕̠̒̇̍͐̃̋͗̚ę̵͙͖̘̞̭̙̹͕̎̽͂̊̌l̴̥̣̪̯̯̩̙̋̿̀̔͋̀͘̕o̶̢̠̠̟̥̘͔͉̹̠̲̻͙̅́̎̏̄́̅̓́̾̓́̓̽̈́̚̕d̶͖͉̬͎̂̄̈͊i̶͚͖̮͎̩͈̊̇̂͂̓͌͝͠ͅc̵̲̝͚̭͚̗͍̘̲͈̥̄̀̒͝ͅ ̵̤̤͇͇̠͉̥̞͖͍̠͚̃̑̀̍͌̃̉͛̈́̓̍͑̌͘͠͝͝v̸̧̮̟̝͚̺̘̣̔͗̎̑̔̃͛͜ͅö̶̧̮̙͉̻͚̖͎͈̱͇͕̮̦́̍̋̄́̊̉̉̀̍͐̄̆̆̎̀͜͜͝ͅḭ̵̳̰̖͔̙͈̪͓̺̟̗̊̌̐̏̑̂͂̇̈́̔̊̔͊̽̚̕͜c̶̡̤̬̱̲̦̤̠̯̱̟̙̘͔͓͗̈́̅̿́̆̓̍̾ȩ̸̗͓̭̝̮̝̯̙̈̃͑̋̔̎̃̓̏͒͆̕ ̵̮͓͕̔̈́̂̒̋͋̈̍͒́̾͒̈́̂͘͠͠ë̷̛̛͈̘͍̙̰̪̣̱͈̮́̑͋̅̀̍̏͑̾̔̓̇̚c̵̞͍̼̎́̓h̵̢̼̩͙̭̺̣͓̭̰̘̩̿̂̈́́̉̍́͘͝ͅͅo̷̡͍̅̃̒̊͌̉͛ȩ̴͔̙̝̼̟̳̦͈̭̦̪̘̊͂̇ḓ̶̛̫̳͈̟̼͓̃̊̔.̶͕̟̳̹̰͎̰̃̏͐̉̅̏<br≯̹̊“̶̢͖͖̰͕̣̲̟͓̙̳̺̩̀̃͂͛̊͐̌̈́͛͋̇́̚̕͝͝Ÿ̶̛͉͉́̓͊̉̓̆õ̴̜͓̤̥̘̠̗̦͔̟̤̬̲̥̊̉̅̓̀͝ͅừ̴͇̲̹̹̜͓̍͆̍͆͆͌͐̓̑́̈́͜’̶̡̢̦̝͙̩̫̣͛͜r̷͙͔̜͇̞̤̬͈̼̻͓͉͚̆̀̀͗̉̋̎é̶̠̣̞̈́͌̐̔̒̓́̄ ̴̜͝n̵̢̧̨̧̞͕͇̻͙̝̺̝͎͚̝̭̱͂͘o̶̡̨̧͈̲̲͉̺̞̳̱̙͉̗͓̬̿̓͋͗̍̿͆͑̾̓͋̓̅̆͘͝t̷͉̓̆̃̑̀͝ ̵̯͓͍̜͇͗̅͋̍̽a̶̳͗́̐͒̅̄̌̂̍͊̀̕͠͠s̷̲͉̫̟̘̘̮̎̇͂͊̀̍̊ķ̶̢̤̯͈̫̟̘͎͐̏͆̈̈̽̎͑͋̚͘͜͜͝i̶̧͈̬͕̬͓̦̪̟̤̹͉̹̲̊̅́̿͒n̷̦̭̻̟͔̗̖͎͖̪̂̿̐̑͋̑̋̌̐̉̃͊̑̅̍̓̈́ģ̶̛͉̙̮̩̹̤͓̼̳̯͕̜͎͒̊̈́̑̈́̈́̔̽̽̄̾͊͘ ̴̢̧̛̛̛̻̩̥̯̲̪͚̯͍̜̭̳̼͛̇̒̓̓͒̌͘͜f̶̙̥̳͖̼̗͛̈́͂̆̄͆̂̒̕̚ͅŏ̶̹͕̪ŕ̶̡̨̦̺̬̤̻̪̻̻̯̦̥̌̇͜͝ ̷̬͈̜̤͕̥̂̂̀͆̈̾ṗ̸̢̭̭̩̮̣̺̖̣̬͉͐̾ͅȍ̵͚͐͘ẁ̵̨̹̞̜̤̞͍̼̰͔̣͎̳̯͍̝̗͒͊̽͊̈́̓̊̽͛̓̄̑̾͒̽e̸̡̢̢̧̫͕̠̬̺̻̺̍͛̈̈́̀́̚͠͠͝r̸̤̪͖͙͔͖̹̙͕͔̲̭͍͕̀̔̀͛̿ ̸̛̩̭̣̱̉̉͑̚͝a̴̢̡̧̹̜̩͉̩̺͚͉͚̓̌̅̋̀̒̾̇̃͜ņ̷̹͈̩̻͙͓͍̲̳͇̊̈́̐̉͛̉̅͌͐͑̎̄͋͛d̶͓̞̃̇̽̾̏͌̃̂̀̿̽̔͛ ̵̻̦͇̙͖̭͖̙̞̆̅͐͐̀ͅp̶̡̠̞̬̯̘̪͖͚͇̲͙̦̪̂͑̈́͐̎͗̈́̉̿͗̊̏̅͘ŗ̵̨̢͔͎̭̤͎͈̗̖̮͔̰͗̇̂̆̐̌̏͊̊͛̆̄͘͠í̵̢̪̬͓̻̞̞͆̓̎̀̍̕͘͜v̵̛̺̤͇͛̾̃̓̋̔̂͒̀͝į̷͓̮̗̥͉͇̦̫̒͝ļ̶̼̟͓̖̩̙͈̖̟̩̭͈̜̼̀͂̔̓̽͌̃̅͒̆͂͗̈́̕e̴̪͖̍̒͛ḡ̶̛̖̻̲́͛̾͋̈̍͑͒̇͝ͅe̸̢͚̟̩͓͕͚̯͖͎̤̬̓̽͌͂͜?̸̡̖̪̺̙̳̤̄̑̎̀͂͊̌̿̑̈́́̅̚͝”̵̝̼̗̥̾̇ ̷̮̤̱̟̙̮̠̹̱̗͋a̸̢̯̬͈͍̟̬̫͕̰̠̱̋͗̇̿̈̀͘ś̸̢̧̤̹̝̞̥͍̗͖̦̯̦̰̱̲k̶̨̧̨̛̞͉̺̰̣̦͈̩̹̖̈͂̍͑̎̐́͝e̵̡̮̔͐d̶̟͓̞̒̇̃͊͋̅͋̌̒͐͘͘͠͝ ̶̱̑̈́̈́͑̿̄͑̈͆͌͌̊̚t̴̫̟̘̆̋̃̌͂͒͛̒̎̌͗̐̐͘h̷̨̛̜̖͚̟̳̙̮̘̱͉͈̭̾̌̓̄̑̇̋̆̑̕͘͝e̴̬̟̟̫̤͌̎͐͋́̕̕ͅ ̷̡͚̩̦̳͇̳̣̭̥͐̒͌͠v̸̡̘͖́ͅǫ̶̢͓̟̓̌̃̈́̈́͋͜i̵̥̝̘̻̐͒͂̈́͋̒̈́̈̐̑̚̚̚͘͠c̶̡̫͍̤̜͎̣̼̬̙̞͉̠̎̆͠ę̸̰̬͔͛̓̎̕.̶̨͚̤̩̺̻͖̫͓́̾̉͗͆̈̉̅̋̃́̅̂͑̕ ̴̛̫̺̟͕͇͆͆̋̇̾̈́͗́̐͋̈̐̐̓͠<br≯̡̻̜̮̺̖͈̍͗̔̔͂͒̓́͐̈́̐̚̕̕T̷̡̨̛̮̺̪̺̖͎̙̱̬͇͇̭̫͚̪̏̍̿͐͑̓̃̅̈́̀̏͛̚̚ḣ̷͖͎̺̂̄͂̇̊́̽͆̇͆̀͌͗̕̚͝ę̵̥͖͌̌̋ ̷̧̡͔͉̳̩̻͈͑̾̍̆̃͛̎̎̀ģ̶̩͉̞̘͎̑̊͗̉̎̿̃̚͘ͅo̶̘͆͂͊͒̑̒̅͑̏̏̓͊͗̋͝d̷̛̛̩͖̜̺̝͔̭̆̊̌̀̈́̅̈́̕d̴̯̼͖̥͉͇͚̲̥̟̘̄ͅe̸͕͚̱͙̟̫͌̌̈́̈́͛͛͊̓̓͗̂͘͘s̶͕̣͔͍̻̞̰̱̪̱̀̌̽̌̀̋̇̌͝s̷̭̗͍̼̩̥͚̘͇̓̐̅̚ ̵̦̲̥̙͔̼̫̤͕̲̣̥̲͎͂̉͒͋h̶͔̟̍̏̃̇̍̏͌̀͑̔̚͝͠ė̸̢̛̲̯̻̭̥̺̬͖͍̹̖̥̩͈͑̓͠ȑ̵̢̛̦̰̺̙͕̹͍̘͔͎͎̀͑́̉̾̏̈̽̉͝͠͠s̴̛̙̜̘̺̞͚̻̩̙̣̩̠̺̱̈̍̆̅́͗́̕̕͘͜ę̵̛̮̰̭̑̌̄͑͒́͂̂̈́̋͊̄̓͝l̷̡̫͉̩̖͉̩̦̪̰̍͛̿̉͆́̕͝f̸̡̲͎̜̖͙̰̜͖̓͛̐͐͌̂͆̉̈́̆͒ ̸̙̘̹̬̜̥͔̞̄̈́̒̀̒̉͊̇͛͆w̴͚̤̹̜̟̮͈̦̙͓͖̝̗̞̹͌à̷̡̛̭̪̬̞͖̺̜̮̘̬͇̼̊̅̏̇̆̌̂͗̿̆͒̋͝͠͠s̵̗̺͇̲̜̍̇̈̓̎͋́̋̚͝ ̶̧̡̛̱͕͇̯͖̭̼̮͉̬͈͉̠̦̈͐̀̀̽͛̒̍͗̓̉̏͜͝ǐ̸̧̡͈̩̻͕̯̯̦̮͔̎́̑̕͜͝͠n̸̢̛͖̤͖͓̪̞̹͔̫͒́͌̃̅̈͋̀̈́́̑̑̓̚̕͝ͅţ̶̤̰̭̽̓͑̔̏̐ę̸̛̞͉͎̜̘͍̗̩̲͇͍͂̄̿̈́́̏̑͘͠r̴̛͚̠͓̰͎͋̄̊̃̃̄̍̉̕r̵͖̤̭͕̫̮̺̹̱̺̓̂͂̓̚ù̵̞͕̠̙̹̿͛̌̈̿͘p̶̨̼̙̗͉̤͈̺̹̼͇͕͔̭͗͊̌ͅͅt̷̨̧̲͇̻͇̬̜̭̙̲͉̗̫͎̥̊́̌̇̀̆͗͊̓̑̈́͠ͅḭ̷̡̥̻̪͇̱̞̣̼̂̓͆̿̉͠n̷̛̫͕̞͎̣͖̼͉̽͋̍̐̐̔̓̽͋̔̐͆̄̉͝g̷̡̢̨̡̣͓͎̳̣͉̩͕͕͖͇͈̫̔̐͒͛̅́͂̋̏̔̈́̾̋͑ ̴̨̳̠̝͉͗̈͋͗̋̃͒̚͠ͅh̷̳̤̼̞̙̽̋̑̈̀̋̆́̐̑̏͑̅̚͘ĩ̸̧͈͈̪͎͈̘̞͕̃͝m̸͇̤̘͈̠͖͕̺͎͍̂͑̆̓́̋̀͛͛̎̌̓͂̕͝͝.̴̧̪͕͉̙͇͇̻̫̥̥̙̦̥͔͎̓̊̇͛̇͑́̋͘<br≯͙̠̠͂̾̑̈́́͂̿̏͋ͅ“̵͔̮̙̞̫̭͊N̵̨̿̓͗ơ̵͙̯̼̯̤͚̣͕̦͍̌̆̌͌̇͂͊̽̍͒͂,̶̻̱̯͓͚͙̠̏͌̑͌̐̈́͛̃̽̈̆͊͌̈͝”̵̛̙͛̔͑̅̌͂̏̌͋̃̓͑̚͝ ̴͔̪̃̐̇̐ȑ̵̗̦̥͓͎̣̹͈͉͖̿̈́̎͜͜e̵̻̻̭͛̐̽̑͂͒̆͜p̷̮͉̹͇̭͊͋̓̎̃̂̒́̈̀͐̂͛̌͘̕ļ̴̝̮̞̰͈̥͖͈̰̺̻̣͆̌̀̐͋̅͊̄̔̽̀̽̽͠ͅį̵̫͈̻͍̻̥̈́̂̇̊̓̍͗̏͌͛͜ͅę̸̲͖̘̻̟̦͉͙͙͓͉͉̤͆̋́̈́̀̽̈́̽̾͗̉̋̌̑͗͜͠͝d̴̩̯̪͇̓͝ ̷̮͚̥̰̺̘̈́̑̃̒̊̈́͜͝t̷̹̥͉̣̀h̸̘̟̗͖͔͈͑̑̎̔̔́̓͒̒̉͑͂͐́̔̈́ê̵̢̛̛̖̪̬̖̥̱̼̻͉̹͎̼͗͗̀̑ ̴̨̡̡̦͔̬̳̓̿̾̈́̍̔ḿ̷͓͉̩̌̌̾ą̷̦̬̤͕̩̲͈͓͉̆̂́̈́̿̆̕̕͝ņ̷̡̧̻̹͖̫͖͓̭̭̺̺͔̤͓̻̾̃̽̅͠.̵̢̧̙̫̘̫͕͚̜̬̗͖̮̠̬͚͔͑̈ ̶̝͎̦̟̈́̊̈̊̑̓̽͐̄̌̍͠͝“̴̨̧̛͇͕̭̯̬̞͇͆̆͌̅͋̈͐̔̅̎̎̎͑̔̿I̶̢̠̲̲̗͎͇̟͕̻̘̪̹̼͛͛̄̍͂͑̃̚͝͠͝ ̵̛͙̪͇̎͊̈́͘ẃ̶̨͕͔̤̭̞̺̠͙̠̘̟̘̱͒̎̉ȧ̴̢̧̛̙̝͈͚̞̥̯̰̭͕͐̉̂̏̊̽̾̀͊̈́̒̄̚͝ͅņ̸͉͖̻̣̝̱͉̀͌̌̇͊̊̇̔͂̊͗́̋̓͊t̶̡̨̡̜̦͕̜̼̯̱̳̻̗̂͝͝ ̸̧͚̭̟̫͖̳̙̮̣͕͉̯̬̣̈́̐͛̊͗̕ͅr̸̡̡̢̬̥̟̯͎̳͈̯̹̳̩̦͌̽̽̃͒̒ͅę̷̬͖̰̲͇̟͓̞͕͙̔͛̑̐̔̐͠s̴̨̧̧̺̭̖̳̙̞͖̠̜̭͉̝̤͂͛̇̀̾͑̊͑̾̎͛̀u̶̥̲̣̱̞͂̈́̅̅͒̑͊̌̋̉͂̀̐́̾̓̕ḷ̴͙̙͎͓͉͖̫̟̩͉̗͈͙͍̝͊̓̈́͋̇̆͒̇̒̎̎̎̽͠t̷̡̡̢͕̮͇̘̺̲̯̮̪̳̦̃̈́́̍̅͆͝s̸͈̙̠̬̝̤̔͑̈͒͛͆͆̾͆͌̚͜͝͝.̴̨̛̫̰͓̲̠̹̦̼̻̥͌̂̃̍́̽͊̂̐͆̀̀̕͜”̸̛͈̞̱͇͓̳͇̯̟̱̭̓̂̌̽̓͑͒̌̅̄̍̚̚͠ ̶̨͋̀̎̇<br≯̜̟͖̮̬͙̗̻͈̻̯̗̲̯̳̄͊͗͐͑̕͜“̴̺̥̬̺͇̲͉̼̱̯̣̾̿̅̀̄͘͠I̶̥̎̈́̅̂̈́͐͗̏̾̎̅͊̔̽̽͝͝ ̶̢̢̢̟̰̟͓̳̲͔̖̳̞̉͋͜t̷͖͕̠͚̺̫̭̍͂̉͗̿͊̄͊͐̑͗͊̅̚h̸̤͍͇̠̭̞͇̣̐̒͐͐͛̄̏͛ĩ̶̧̼̗̤̟͓̀̐̎͜͝n̵̢̢̛̜͔̼̳͖̼͖̘̗͍̤̺̖̠̓͒͐̋̽̈͛́̐́̍̄̀̌̅k̵̡̯͛̓̒̏̅̑ ̵̧̢͍͕̪̱͚͔̝̳̤͉̰͖͈͗͛͛͒̇̊́̀̂̿̍̕ý̶͍̞͂̽̾̓͒̍͒͆̚͜͜͠ŏ̴̡͈͉̰͎͚͕͚̪̜̚͜u̸̧̢͚̬̻̬͕̯͓͖̯̬̐̈͊̑͒͗͗̕͘̕̚͜͝ ̸̜̔̐̀̏́͐̏̇ş̵̨̖͎̼͚͍̻̘̦͍̩̖̼͗̿̒̓̽̍̄̈̕ͅh̷̨̡̛̲̹̝̝̱͈̜͚̝̫̬̻̥͌̊̽̋͒͑̓̌̊̂̓͌͊̕͝ͅő̸̬̻̫̟̻̻͇̩̺̞̰̮̲͓̂͑͂̈̈́̀̐͆̑͝ͅṳ̷̰̏ľ̶̺̣̪͚̬̑͊͑̓̈́̂ḑ̵̬͇͇͖̟͔͎̤̹͎̞̪̦̊̈́ ̷̞͉͓̟̙̪̰̯̺̳͊̂͗͌̐͘͝a̴͚̩̼̙͚̼̘̲̣͖̺͙͌͆̔́͆̋̽͘ͅi̴͍̇̽̔́̎͋̽͗̇͂́̎̚͝m̴̨̛͚͎͚̞̬̫͈̤̦̼̟̲̳̫͈̆͐̏̓̈́̀̚͠ ̷̧̡̧͉̩͍̦̣̘̼͓͈̦͎̂̒͋̉̀̑̔̾̀͂̾͒̑̇̄͛̿ḩ̶͙̠͈̤̊̎͗̒ȉ̸̡̛͎̱̤͎̬͓̦͇̫̪̥̝͓͑̽̑̓̀͋͛͑̄͛̏̈̓͝͝g̷̤͖͙̞̬̟͙̠͚͉͑̓͐̋̍͑̽̅̓̑͆͘̕͘h̴͙͛̾̃̐̃̌̅̒͌̄̅̚̕͠ë̵̡͍͙͍̹̤̣̈́̑͊̿͂̚͘͠r̸̺̖͓̰̽̓̒̌͜ͅ.̷̛͎̘̗̾̍͊̈̐̑̎̿̈́́̚̚͜͠͝͝͝”̴̧̡̼̲͈̬̤̤̠̬̖̟͂͌͆͗͊͆́̎ ̵̡̹̭̰̹͔̲͇̣͚͛̉́̂T̷̡̛̪͔̘͉̱̪̩̦̘̳̊̕h̵̛̲͕͈̯̬̖͙̣̮͈̹͖̻̰̾̅ĕ̷̢̧̛̛͚̫͓̠͎͙͍̺͌̇͗́́̾͋̕̕͜y̸͉̰̩̔͂̋͂̈́̏̈́̚̚͘͝͝ͅ ̴̡̨̜̪̞̭̤̘̲̻̮͉̪͉͕̪͍͛͌̑̿̊̋̍̀́̕͝͠͝͝ẗ̸̗̝͕́̂̾̎̑̅͌̓̈͘͘͝ḁ̸̤̥̪̞̹̮̝̹͖͇̄͗̈̈́l̸̪̘̝̹͔̀́͛̏͛̓̆k̸̨̬̻͙̼̅́͆ȩ̸̧͔̜̯̲̝̞̪͉̪̄̈́͆̂̎̈̽͑̒̌̾̇̀̚͘͝d̸͔̟̪̮̜̊̄͌̌͐͛ ̴̫̋͛̆̐̾͘͠f̸̤̮͍̫̯̟̖͙̬͎͆̀͝ͅö̸̡́ŗ̶͓̝͎̼̮̖͖̂ ̵̧̬̤̣̺̱̘̳͙͓̞̼̻͎̫͖͊͂͊͋̍̌̾̓̂̔̅̓̓̈́͗â̷̡̳̏͑̏̐͑͝ ̶̧̢̛̫̖̤͚͚̟͇̹͙͙̩̟͓͛̄̏̑́͒̍͆̐̏͘͝w̴̡͚̹̠̪̮̮̻̲͓̜̰͒͗̈́̒̔͗̑̾̅̐̄̃͌͝͝ͅͅh̷̛̘͍̘̪̭̟͖͈̖͉̗̮̐̉̓͂̐̆̾̓͗̓͊̌̍̉̔͠ͅi̵̭̩̺̯͎͙̜̝̖̬͊̈͊ͅḻ̶̢̢̡̧͓̭͓̘̝͖̼̞͖̺̈́͐̔̿̈͜ë̴̡̧̖̻̞̩̫̥͎̱̘́̊̀̊͒̀͛̒́̒͜͠͝͝ ̵̡̨̼̯͙̣̭̙̥̈́̊̏̂͋̄̍͐̆̏́̔̚͝b̷̡͔̼̠̬̜̲͎͔̱͉͋̋͐͌̀͂͗́̍̀̉̾̎͜͝ù̴̩͓̦̳́͊̉̈͌̃̄̋̃͐̈̎̽͒̕͝t̴̢͍̲̦̀̋̏͊̃̾̃͒͆̌̌̽̏͌͂ ̸͕̫͔̫̺͍̤͓͈͍͊̃̒̊̆̈́̕͜͝s̶̨̧̳̺̼̮̪̝͚͔̜͗u̸̮̹̺͖͕͙͉̥̽͝ç̸̯̗̦͙͎̬̤̀̔̈̉̀̊̈́͜ḥ̵̢͗̔̄ ̷̨͉͚̭͉̪̻̣̗̩̪̭̏ą̴̧̨̡̟̠̝͍̤͔̗̫͊̐͊͋̈́̋̑͊͐̈̕͝͝͝m̸̡̧͓̬̖̞͆͑͗͗̂̔̀́̄͐̓̕͜͝͝b̵̨̭̯̦̦͇͕̖̟͐̓͂̉̓͑̆̽̎̑͊̄͆i̴̡̻̹̮͈̙͇̦͍̺̩͈̼̥̲͐̽̎̾̇͛͐̕͘͜͝͝ţ̸̥̜͚̬̤̗̩̀̽̾͗̀́̓͛̃̐̕͝͝͝i̶͙̮͚̟̭̟͐̿̅ò̸̘̿̅̓͒̈̈́̏͐̈́̋͆̆̔́̄͝n̶̡̢̬͍̤͇̯͓̠̰̳͐̈̿̃̀̽ ̴̭̯̲̦̝̝̺̟̗̱̉̈́̑̋̒w̵̨̨̡̛̰̦͍͔̤̠͚͔̜͓̣̑̂̂å̴̧̡̝̠̬̄͂̄ś̶̢̧̧̡͈̬̱͍̗̯̹̝̤͙̽̈́̊̈́̅́̂͒ͅ ̵̰̗̺̬͈̜̻̙́̎̽͋̄̈́b̷͓̼̬̝͚̿͛̅͘ẹ̷̈̊̀̾̀͐̈́̓͘y̷̡̢͎̟̣̖̜͔̭̪̖̰̠͕̟̋̋͋̔̅o̵̫̙̥̮̥͉̊̐̈ṉ̵̨̨͇͚̝̤̞̯̯͓̪̣̗̀̀͐̽̅͑̾̍̐̉͘̕d̷͍̱̝̬͔̼̼͛̎̓̃͆̍͊̽̇̈́̓͛̈͌̚͝ ̶̢̧̱͉͔̭͚̃̊̀̎͛̓̚͠ţ̸̗̗̰̭̖̤̳͉͓͉̝͖̫̳̞͌̋̆͂̍̍͂̋̃́̏̇̏͘͝ͅh̴̖̫̺̭̯̝̫̱͑̃̓̓͊̌̆̔̈́́͐̒̓ę̸̧̨̦͕̼̥̺̞͙̬̲͇̠͐̎͆̌̾̕ ̶̢̯̲̃̄̔̾m̶̢̿͑͌̃̊̎̄́̓͠ȁ̶̢̨̢̹̤͚̝̮̲̯̽̄͂͆̑͠͠n̶̝̏’̷̘̟̯̦̼̱͐̒s̵̙̳̥̯̈́̃͑̒̿͑̈́̌̾͌̒͜͝͝͠ ̵̧̛̗̳̟̪̞͓̣̟̫̆̎́͗̽̌̅̃͋̊̌͛̕͝ğ̸̡̨̘͖̹̜͚̪͕̰̼̖̆͊̊̔̽͝ŗ̶̳͕̮͉̬̳̲̝̬̆͂̑̇̈̐͌͗̈́͝a̴̧̧̧͈͚̟͉̼̟̲͓̬̙̝̾̾̍̃̔̓̔̃̎̃͌́̇͗̕͜͝s̸͔̓p̸̢̛̲̾̋̿̂͊̑́͌͊̒̎͗̽͌̈.̴̢̟̙̗̰͚͇̰̠̠͈͌̋̔͠ͅ ̸̛͖̦͕͔̥̙͉̙̼͇̗̩̥͋̈̌́͗̈́̌́͐̓̾̃̕̚͝H̷̡̧̦͓̙̝̰͔͉̻̗͍͂̆̉̍̒̏͊͆e̸̪͉̞͋̆̀͒́̿̍̉͝͠ ̷̡̧̨̱̠̩̜̩̱̩̯̜̰͕̱̮̍̎̿͑̎͑̓̚̚͜͝͝a̶͇̥͔͑̍̽̓̍̑͛̅̅̀̚͠͝ļ̶͔̦͈̭͔͓͖͚͙͍̲̬̀͂̊̉̉̂́̍̕͝͝͝s̷̢̡̺̲̰̜̮͚͉̫̃̆͊̓ͅơ̷̘̗̬͎̣̗͓͉͚͚̥̊̊̄̋͆̈͂͆͜ ̴͎̩͙͇͎͈̘̻̎̎͝d̶̢̜͖͈̿̓̈̄̾͌͒̚͜i̸̛̙͔͓̘d̸͍́̽̈́̔̓̿̄̾̈ ̴̖̰̳̝̻̱̥̟̺̙͍̩̂̏̉͘͝ṅ̶̢̨̛̞̲̭̠̩̠͕̜̺̝̙͔̝̃̍̎̄̇̀̌̓̚͝͠ǫ̴̛̻̲̻̺̫̳̬̮̗̪̬̩̪͎̀̈̎̉t̵̟̳̦̳̫̬̟͚̉̊̆͌̉̓̓̔͆͋̍ ̶̛̛̜͍̘͉͙̮̔̇̀͊͗̄̔͆̎̈́k̶̨̡̳̠̩͔͔͖̯̻̳̲̜͊͋͐ņ̷̛̛̮̦̌̓̿̀̈́̏̅̅́ͅo̸͙̙̜̱͈̟̖̜͚̲̫̦̦͖̞͑̾͆̑́̏̐͆̒͝ͅw̸͚̙͍̳͔̆͑͌̈́̽̒̏͌̑͊̇͘̕͜͝͝ ̴̛͙̮͎̬̹̰̺̙̪̦͈̲̺̬͍̈̀̾̅̈́̉͒̐͐̽̍̆̀͜͠͠t̴̞͔̗̠̝̲̤̣̹͗̀̐͂̀h̶̥̱͇͍̖̩̭̱̫̫̻̍͋̿́̋̑a̸̳̬̦̜̜̹̘̥̮̞͛̇̃͆̈́̋̔͑̿̿̕͠t̶̢̟͈̯̉͌̈́̓͂̐͝ ̶̨̱͚̣̰̣̔̏͆̒̽ḣ̶̢̧̙̮̲͇̘͇͎͖̊́̚̚͠e̵̡͔̖̯̤̳̊͑͆͆ ̵̭̂͊̈́̍̀͐̓w̷̡̡̢̧͙̟͍̭͔͓̲̩̭̙̞͋̅͂̕ͅa̴̛̜̫͇̬͐͛̾̈̋͐͗̊̽͛̕͝͝s̶̛͍̝̰̟̰͓̘̔̇̍̅̋̒̄͊͂̾̅͂͜ ̸͎̞̭͈͛̔̊̎́̔̒́̓̑̅̿̓̈́͌͜͜͠ͅp̸̢̨̡͓̹̗̯͉̮͎̟͉̱̳̟̪̂͊̽͋̀̆͑͆̑̌̂̓͘̚̚e̷̢̨̛̛̛̙̞̙̱̤̲̺̰̜̠̫̞͖͒̍̈́̽͒̿̽͜͠͠ṫ̶͇̾̍̾̊͠į̸̢̹͙̮̫͙̈̉̃̽͆͒̓͆̀͐̅̒̊̈̌͊̐t̴͕̩́̀͒̃ḯ̴͎̖̜̺̘͎̥̫̟̗̠̭͍̝̻̰͇ȏ̷̟͚̝̱͚̱͍͉̱͌̊͆̒ṋ̶̨̧͖̝͙̭͖͍̲̺̲̙̔́̀̉̎̌͌͝i̵͚͍͆͑͊͆̂̑̋̿n̴̛̩̄̉͒̀̈́̐͐͒ģ̷̞̬͓̙̥̼̼̩͖̭͓̯̦̹͖̆̔̒͊̓̀͗̈̑͐͛̆̎̔̄̚͝ͅ ̸̨̛̟͓̤̜̖̫̯̭̞͓̅̀̃͑͗́̎̈́̇̿̐̚͘̚͝͠ͅA̶͉͈͙͖͎̼̰͓̺̭̳͗̎̅͜͠r̶̙̼̄͑̋͑̃͝t̸̛͉͖͌́̃̈́̔̏̆̓̑̽͜ë̴̦́̈́̿̈̏̈͛̓̈̈̽͒̅m̷̹͎̮̅̉̾̆̉͋͛̀̾̈́̾̏͜͝͝͝ï̵̢̧̭̩͚̯̠͈͍͇̪̗̃͑̎̎̀̌̂̄̈́̚͘͝s̴̛͓͔̹̹̹̺̳̮̑͒̋̆̾͑̈́̒̓̾̑i̶̢̧̯̹̱̜̳͕̼͎̟̼͕̾͆̇͂̔͛̃͌̐ͅâ̴̦̗̬̄̓͂̈́̀͋͐͂͛͆̎͑̽͜͝͠͠ ̶̹̬͎̯̞̠̍̊̂̓̅̔̍͝i̸̡̛̯̞͉̙̘̥͎͍̻̺̗̼̩͖̹̊̃͒̊̽͂̉̑̌͋̔͊̉͝ͅn̶̡̦̦̦̗̥̥̹̦̖̹̺͓̻̖̾̋̔̓͒̈́̃́́̕̕̚͘͜͝ ̴̛̳̐͌̓̾͆̈́͌͗̈́͘͝͝͝͠h̷̠͙̝̦̰̏͊̌͊̉̇̀̌̿̇̽͋͜͝e̴̡̛̖̬̝̙̝̻̳͈͖̗͈̝̋̇͗͊̍͜ṟ̷̆̉̆̀̿͛͠ ̶̡̛͈̦̥̝̭̲̎̀͋̇̊̋̊ö̷̧̡̨̲̝̣͍̣͕̭͍͚́̀͊͛̿͛͊̍͋̌͑̊͂͘͘͜ẘ̷̨̨̨̛̤̩̗̞̦̞̯̫̜̖͎͋͋̏̈́̊͋̏͗͆̐̅̓͑͘̕͜ň̴͎̯̦̖͇̯͚͓̻̞̤͐̃̂̿̈͘͜͝ ̸̢̛͚̭̺̙͇͉̽̅̋̌̓͌̈́͗̏̑̔h̶̛̦̞̲̤̘̰̠̔̀̈́͛́̀͊͌͌̿͛͌̅͐͘͜o̵̯͉̯͕͛͐̿̆́̂͗̈́͝ḿ̷̘̰̲͕͇́̊̅̃͛͛͗̉ͅē̴͍̦̦͖̤̲̓̈́̚̚,̶̢̤̣̝̥͖̦̤̤̫̀͛̋̓͜ ̸̛̪̜́̌͑́̂̐̋̇̀̐͆̆͊̀̕͜͝ā̴͉̩̮̗̝̅̊̿̀̒̿̈́͋͋̄̀̕̚͠ͅn̶̡̳͚̻̝̖̤̖̘͉̯̠̜̤͙̎̿̓̅͋͊͌̓̐̄͘͠͝d̴̺̫͇̞̠̳̝͓̗͓̙̫͍͐̓͌̽́̆̓̄̏̇͒́̄̾̅̆ ̷̢̧͇͔͉̯̞̼̓̿͋̀̍̌̇̿́̃͂̌̆̕ţ̸͈̰̫̣̻̤͈̪̂͐͋̉͛̂͝͝h̴̡̬̭̘͚̖̖̥̰̯̰͍̭̖̰͖͊̓̽̔́̃̂͊̀̃͂̎́̇̀̚ͅa̴͙̘͎̯̖̜͚̥̤̙̤͉̩̰̿̔̍t̸̅̎͜ ̴̘͖̫͔̬̺͋̈́͆̏͆͗͋̓͗̾̽͗̿ş̵̨̼̣͔̩̊̈́͐́͆̈̓͆̈̆̀̈̄̕͘͝͝h̵̰̼̜͍̻͍̱̐̅e̸̢͈̻̝̼̞̻͈̘͍̺̤̞̒͗̉̀͗͊́́̃͌̉͝͠ ̶̫̗͋̊̓̓̕w̶̨̞̰̪͍̩̱͈͎͕̣͓̅̄͑̃̊̅̌̆̉͜͝a̴̱̼͑̔̏̓͗́̈́̐́͘͝ş̷̗͇̲̘̮̘̙͚͗́ ̴̱͓̐̽͌́̏̓̓̀͐͊̔͂̆̈́͜͝͝c̷̢̛̜̭̪̦̗̻̭͚̹̯̹̎̊̃̽̌̂̽͆̒̑͋̿̈́̚͜ó̶̞̰̼̮̳͎̀̒͂̀̈́͋̕͠͝ḿ̵̬̳̣̦̪̠̠̳̟̖͌͆̆̅͂͌̉̊͘̚p̸̢̩̘̠̞̹̫̳̠̥̘̣͈̠̔̑̉̊̓̽̿̅̈́̐́͌͘̕͠ͅě̶̹͛̀́̈́͛̀̇̏̚͘͝͠l̶̢̨͉̪̭͓̼͙͙͍̙̮͂͑ļ̸͎̖̝̥̗̩̣͒̏̾̆̄̒̋͑͊͒̎͝ȩ̸̛̫͓̣̩̘̙̱̘̙̈̀̌̀̊̒̍̇̚̚̚͜͠d̶̢̥̭̦̎͂͂͗̈́̾̀̿̑̀̾͑̓͌͠͠ ̵̙̳̓̇̓t̴̨͍̩͚̳͚̗͕̖̗͗̔̍ö̶̧̞̼̝͕̟̮̪͚́͊̈̈́̿͗̒̿̄̃͛̔̑̇͜͝ ̷̢̛̛̝̃̃͊͌̈́͝͝͠g̷̣͓̓͠ŕ̴̛͉̔̏̊̇͒̿̊̄̍̑͛̐͑̚á̶̟̺͖̠̼͎͖̦̙̟͖͆̍̄n̶̖̞͇̯̜͉̹̞̮͇̟͒́͑́͑͋̎̂̒̀͗̎̀̍͘͜͝t̸̨͇͖͎͔̗͙̾̉̔̓ͅ ̸̡̘͚̞͍̥̿̄̒͒̈́͗̎́̀̄͘͝h̶̛͔̪̲̞͝i̸̥̘̼̭̞̓̊͐s̶̠̹̪̞̱̘͈̬̺͚̩̻̀̉̃͜ ̸̟̹͑̆̆̂͑͐̊̿͗̏̿̐̈́͗̕͝r̵̢̛̭͔̻̬̺̝̠̠̜̍̂̂͆̈̽̆̋͐̏̇͗͒͘͝e̸̢̛̱̩̯̞̘̦̹̋͗̂̀͑̈̇̓̃̇͊̚͜͠q̸̧̙̣̖̙̭̻̭̮̎̑̂͑̓̈̑͜͝͠ȗ̴̲͔̣͕̱͖̦̙̜̗̪̳͎̺̥̀é̸̛͖̻͚̯͚͎̙̗̮͚̤̭̋̋͑̈́͐̄̔̿͗̚͘ͅs̶͓͊͛̿̄̅̒̆̚͘t̷̻̣̫̲͕̠̪̱̺̼͎̪̖͙̆͋̏̎̊͘.̵͚̠̻́̂̄̇́͐̏̄̃̾̑̚̕ ̴̢̹͎͓͎͉͙̪̖̤̱̰͕̣̜̙̄̐Ẅ̴̧̨͈̝͖̳̻̳̟͕ḩ̸͚̜̠̪͋̐̃̇̐̎̿̆̈́̍̆̔͋͝ī̷̱̯̱̯̰̭̼͖̥͇͉̫̅̂ļ̶̏̅ȩ̶̛̛̣̋͆͆̀͋́͑̑͂̏̋͝͠ ̷̧̠̩̰̟͕̫̻̳̳̻̜̝͙͇̈́͆͌̌͐̚͝b̶̢̛̗̓̉̽̈̓̓͆̃͆̈̔͛̀̽̕̕ȍ̴͈̈̀͆̈́̆̿͌̐͊̑́̊͒͛̚u̷̫̬͉̗̫͚͉͆̎͗͛̆͑̄̄̾ͅn̷̨̤͉̻̩̬͍̘̝͓̩̹̫̰̏͂͊͜ͅd̷̠͈̬̼̹͍̭̣̟͓̃̌̾͘ͅ ̶̧̨̝̟͈̦̥̜̤̰̮̻̮̜̬͆̆ţ̶̧͇̜̙̱͆̾͋͛̌̏ͅo̴̮̠̥̭̠͌͆̐̓̍̓̎͝͝ ̴͉̼̞̲͓̑̓h̷͎̱̤̗͉̙̗͎̎͌̋͛̚͜͜͠ư̵̘̬̤̟͙̝̤̦͉͈̠̫̳̏̑̏͒̆̍̍́͗͗̿̎͊͝m̷̛̼͙̣̠͔̬͙̦̂͐̈́̿̃̏̈́̂̏̀̔͒̓͝ͅa̸̛̝̤̭̞̮̩̣̘̦͋̒̈́̾̔̂͐̈̂̄̈́͒̓̎̑ň̸̲̳͖̄͐̆͘͜ ̵̭̯̹̼̺̲̺͉̟̲̼̗̠̗̽̽ͅf̴̢̭̙̖̼͉͕̺̼̃̓̽͛̊̒͊̀́͑͑͛͛̓̚͜o̷͚͉̼̦͙͔̰͓̓̈͌̆̾͆͋͛͊̏̋̚͝ͅr̶̢̢̯̤̫͖̪̥̯̦̣͓̜̹̼̽̑͐͋́͛͐̓͠m̵͇̝̖̙̘̪̦̳͖͍̼̠̑̓̓̊̋͂̿̎̒̈̀̌͋͠͝͝͝,̵̧̛̛͕̻̣̻̯̜̗̟͇̟̈̿̌͊̾̇̈̇͘ ̶̢̺̫͓͈̼͓̳̺̗̱̠̊͑̂̈́̚ͅt̷̼͖̝̮̥̝̼͈̠̪͖̻̠͈̫͍̑̚ͅh̶̡̢̢̹͇̻͔͉̪̼̭͕̜̎̃͋͒͒́̓ë̴̛͈͚̬͕̪̣͇̰͔͔͙̤͚̝͚̥́̈́̌̉̽͛̍̀͒̔̐͂̾͝͠ͅ ̶̧̜̭̹̩̝͉̦̻̝̤͓̞̟̉̉̓͒́̋͗͛̀́̇͑ĝ̴̛̼̖͕̩̬͔͙͊o̵̭̔̃͒͑̈͂͋͛̄͝͝d̸͖̬͚̰̬̟͉̘̬͒̿̾͐́̉̄̅̓́̀̊̉͑̅d̴͖̔́͛̓͘͠ͅę̷̳̫̞̝̫̟̠͖̀̌̍̔͌̈́͋̅̍̐̽̀̕̕s̴͚͕̱̤͂͂̔̾̄͆̈̈́̕͝s̵̢̠͇̘̰̔̋̆̿̋̀̃͋͆̈͠͝ ̴̯̜̮̞̫̣̫̗̻̱̖̟̼̘͂̉̈́̄̊̿̓ͅc̷̢̭̰̣̳̭̲͙̼̪̼̮̯̟͌̿̃̈̎̍̓͑̍̌͊̾̀͌̚͠͝ỡ̵̢̧̮͚̭͕͙͑̓́̍̏̽̔̊̈́̚̚͝ủ̶̢̬̙̫͍̯̭͉̖̈́̀̒̏͐͌̎͌̊̈͒̀͒̄l̵̗̫̙͎̆̏́̄͂̂̈́̀̋̑̽͘̕͝͠ͅd̶̬̮̩̝̩̪̥̹͙̱̯̦͑̈́̓̈́͆̔͛̉̓̎͘͜͜ ̵͉͓͍̝̟̼͇̻̬̫͇̺̖̹̫̄́͛̾͝o̵̢̤̪̭̥͎͖̲͈͎̝͈͐̓̍̀̌̉̈̄̄͒̾̾͠͝͝͠f̸͈̰̱̠̈̏̇̉̑͑̊̏̎̐͐̂͒͒͑͒͝f̴̙́̋̋̓̎̋͑̉̐̉̽͗̊͘̕e̴͙̤̩͙̝̿̑̋̊̽̎̃̄̇̐͌̏͘͠͝r̴̞͖̘̮̭̬̺̼̠̗̣͕̩̝͒̑̀̔́̄̇͒͗́̓̀̔̕͠ ̵̲̲̪̤̰̹͙̠͓̥̳̙̺̅a̵̩̹̲̰̙̽̑̅̅̂̾̈́̄͒͊̾̓͛̇͜͠ ̷̛͍͑̄͑̂̽́̃̓͗̀̈͠͝͝ͅș̸̛͔̝̾͋͂͌͑̃̆͒̚͝ĩ̷̡̛͚͍͓̦̤͎̲̬̲͎̲̝̾͑̆̌̈́͝ͅͅñ̷̨̛͔͔̗̪̘̖̬̟̞̤̩̊̀͌̌͛̓̋̑̌͋̓̀̊̐̚ͅģ̶̛̛̘͓͚͉̳̦̻̓̓̍̎̀̂̽̾̀͠͝͝l̶̢̼̜̫̘̪̫̙̙̹̬̩͕̱̟̤̖̈́͆͊̒̀̀̎́͊̚͠ẻ̷̡̧͓͖̗̞͉̺̦̼̦͎̖̀̀̌̈́̑̌̋̈́̊ ̸̨̙̦̱̲̭̮͎̿͐͐̽̊́͆̓͗̕̚͘͠͠ģ̷̻̪͓͍̭̲̗̣̥̺͓̱̙̺̃̈́͑̒͒̓̎́̋i̵̮̬̼͊̌͂̉̌̉̾̎̌͘͠f̸̠̻̥͈̈́̚͜t̷̡͓̳͕̩̮̺͖̫͈̤̰̖̦̭̝̂̒̀͌̂̅͛͝.̶̞̩̤̦̭͚̪̞̍̓̀͑̃͂̿̾̀̌̋̂̅̎͐͒̚ ̸̮͇͍͚̗̩̘͉̗̺͓̱̟̫͈́̄́͠S̵̫͕̘͙̗̩̜͑̋̾̓̋̔͂̕o̶͎̖̖̭̖̥̻͉̮̖̜͛̄̾̔̊̓̍́̏͑̐̚m̷̛̖͎͔̰̘̮͔̳͐͌̌̇͌̏͑́͌̈́͋̄͝é̶̱̬̺͗͆͂̃͐́̐̔̄̈̂͠͠͝͝o̶̦̲̥̠̙̓̿̓̀̽ņ̶̧̲̫̦̣̣̘͕̮̗̙̼͎̪̌͐̈͆̾̊͛̊̓̓͑͗̉͋̌͗̇ͅę̴̹̰͈̠̗͎̖̺̒̋̎̏̎͑̈͌͆̉͑ͅ ̵̟͓̝͎̹̗̮͓̫̞͉̓͆̔̈́̆͜ͅe̴̡͙̬̝̝̭̺͌̑́̿̓͊͌̏̏͋̀̽l̴̢̖͚̥̙͎̹̬̻̰͕͕̮͆̏̈́͑̒͌͋̌̎͑́̓̐̎͐̕̚s̶̡̮̠͉͓̳̝͙̳͓̬͕̬͍̫̘̣͒́̓̐̃̂̓̾͘̕͠͝e̸̡̛͙̯̪̰̗͇̻̥̝̳̗̖̓̋̒͐̂͑̉̈́͆̈͑̾̑̒̓̈͜ͅ ̶̨̢͖̩̣̣͖̪̳͚̣̰̭̮̤̭̌͛́̿̅͆̀̐́̕͝p̵̡̡̼̘͔̺̤̮̳̳̻̂̓͆̈́̓̀̇̔̍͂̃̅́͂̎̕͜õ̴̡̧̧̺̖̬̗͚̜̦̦̭̋̏̈́͐̑̇͗̇̾͋̓̏͘͜ͅs̴̙͓̈́̾͛́̇̌̿̕š̴̪̺͔̀͆̌̾͗͘e̵͚̹̘̞͍̪̓̇s̶̙̩̪̪̥͕̳̜̯͛̽ͅŝ̸̡̢̨̱̝̥̣̱̀͗̈́̾̀͗̓͒̈̌͝͝e̸͔̭̙͈͇̗͉͔̟̓̈́̃̉̉͊́͒̂͐̐͛̋͝d̶̲͕̘̲̲̫̼͕͐̉͛̚ͅͅ ̵͕̫̱̼̐̊̄̈́͜ͅṭ̷̢̻̭̭̦̬̭̱̭̆͆͋͐̋́̈́̆͋͆́͘ḩ̷̪̥̦̙̯̘̞̭̫͓͖̐̀͆̌̆̚͜͜͠͠ͅͅȅ̷̛̛̟̤̣̊̐̽̈́̀͆̿̄́̚͝ ̵̛̛̛̥̙̹̖̥͖̼͈̩̈́̋͆̈̈́̊̏̾̂́͒͘͝͠ͅg̸̡͖̤̻̰̞̰̖̠̐̄̄ĩ̷̧̡͈͓͔̞̟̟̹̺̩̣͚̲̮̼͌̄͛͌̓̋͊f̸̢̨̢̡̧̢̛̠̦̺͉̗͈̰́͛̄̂͐̕t̷̨̯͖͙͙̩̘͙̯̲͇͕̪͉̑̎̃͝ ̴̰̀ą̷̨̱̼͍͓͓͎͕͔͓͕̗͋̀̒͗̀̈́́̚̕̚̚͜t̸̢̛̥̱̫̫̱͕̤͙͎͇̒̊̔͐͋̿̾̇̎̐͒͆̄͂̚͜͜͜͝ ̸̧̧̱̠̺͇̞̱̰̯̭͇̩̗̲̀̈́̎̑͌̽̉͑̿̕͠͝͠͝ͅt̷̡̡̨̛̹̥͈̹̩̜̪̗͖̻͕͙̜́̄͋͋̓̀̈́̐͊̚͜͝͝h̵̠̜͖̣̜̯̻̼̳̫̖̪͋̀͝ė̴̥̌͗ ̸̢̜͍̱̗͍̦̳̣̞͚̒̏̔̅̀̈̔̋̌̕͘͝m̵̬̳̖̳̱̤̞̳̘̜͚̯͔̅̊̍̚͘ͅo̷͖͖̦͔͖̙̤͔̊̽̈́̉͑̑̉͋̈́͑̈́̏́̐̚m̸̤͍̫̮͕̍͝ͅę̷̈́̂̐̍̿̀̋̂̉͐͝n̷̺͌ţ̵̮̲̜̲̻̮̝͙͔͇̺̯͇͇̿,̷̛̞̠̲̹̓̄̇͛́̀̈́͌̏̏̃͑̿͋͝͠ͅ ̴̢̢̬̥͙̫̮̣̼̘̣͈͖̼͓̆̔̒͑̇͆͘͜ͅb̶̡̟͉͚͕̫̝̖̙̰͙̗̿ͅư̵̖̙̓͋̆̅̄̚͘͠͝t̸̛͔̯̮͕͇̦͍̞̯̲̬̊͌͂̅̓̔͌͛̏̌̄̚ͅ ̸̤͚͕͚̳̂̏̔͛̿̔̀̄́̅͘̕͝͝͠s̴̞̪͈̻͆̀́̚ḧ̵̢̝͖̣̞̪̮̟̣̗́̌̏͗̋́̒͋̽̕̚ẻ̶͈͕̱̮̻̓̏͊͜ ̸̙͎̓̃́̅̚c̸̨̼͖̬̮͇̟̞̅̊̓̄͊ô̸̬̮̪͈͈̗̖͙̩̞͕̣ų̷̛̥̼̼͎̦̲̼̘̟̠͖͍͗̽̍̓l̸̡̛̜̜̰̣̻̟̙̦̝͓̳̲̄̍̈́̈́̽̏̂̍̄̂̔̑̈́̉͠͝d̷̨̧̛͙̯̗̥̙̳̱̘̠͈̪̟̲͕̆͛͑̌̀͂̚̕̕̚̚͜͠ ̷̟̽͑͗̈́t̷̺̘̳̬͉̹̥͎͊̍̀͛͂͐̇͑̆̇̉̽̔͘̕͝ŗ̵̢̗͎̦̭̻͍͎͚̱̠̼̅͋͐̈́̚͝ȁ̵̡̹̩̺̻͕͓̹̤̽̐́̂͆n̷̛̟̳͚̠̪̱̬̘̙̖͙͐͋̆́̽̍͝ͅs̵̞͙̺͓͎̟̲̥̖͔͓̜̖̅̐̎̈̓̒͜͠͝f̵̨̡̙͎̝̮̫̍͂͘̚ę̸̛̘̫̞̣̮̹͎̾̃͒̒͂̉̓͆͋͗͜͝r̶̡̨̞̳̗̔̄̑̈́͛͂̽̑́͘͜ ̴̢͚̮̩̳̣̗̬̬͆͗̈́͊́̒͂̆̑̋̀͊̕͠i̷̡̡̘̥̰̠͚̲͎̘͈̠̰̔́̓̈́t̵̨̞͉̞̻̺̂͌̎̈́̒͐̑͝ ̷̢̡̛͎͙̱̼͕͕̪͚̻͋̀̎̆̏̿̑̔̆̕á̸̧̱̺̘͎͍̒̓s̵̪̙̤̫̞̮̝̥̑͋̂̏̂̈́́̾̒̓͗̚ ̴͈̻̹̩̰͖̱͑̓͌̊̕l̷͔̦̥̍̈́̐̓͗͒ͅớ̶̡̦̳͔̰̹̟̣͕̦̖̤̘̈́̊͆̍͊̍̚̚͜͜n̶̗͕͚̮͑̇̅̈́͒̓̑́̾̅͘g̶̮͕͙̥̗̗̻̳̋͗͒̇̽̏̓̓̌͐̊̌̆̏͘͠͝ ̴͔̖̍̿̏̄͝a̷̤̘̺͇̺̙̼̼̖͔̦̩̳͇̗̋́̍̈͘͜ͅs̷̡̡̛̜͓͔̖̟̞̳͕͓̗̭̰̯̈́̀͗̏͐̉̑́̕͝ ̵̢̠̹̖͉̲̫͓̗̘̠̠͚̲̺͖̍̌͌̌͂͗̉̈̍̏̏͋͆̍͗̚͝t̸̡̛͔̬̯̄̐̀́̐̕ḫ̶͎͉͓̫͖̘̽̅͂̅̓̊̊̄̇̊̌̽͘͝͝͝e̷̬̝̣͙̳͂̋͂̆ ̶̱̠̝̎ḿ̶̧͓̻̥̤̩̫̓̆͛̈́͊͌̇̅̇̈́̓͠͠ḁ̶̡̧̬͕͚̯͍̞̪̰̱̖͖̫́̏n̴̢͔̲͖̱͈͎̍̅͝ ̸̢̼͓̙͉̦͕̹̝͕̖̱̅̊͒͑̌͆͐̇͆̏́͜c̶͓̭̘̩͎͈͖͈̬̞͈̾̋o̴̡̡̧̯̲̰̫͇̻̞̦̽̊̃̃͗͗͌̀̄̾̂̋̓͛̕͝͝ư̴̢̨̤̺̦̺̘͔͈̥͇̫̗̹̈̆́͋̿̀̎̇̏̑́͜l̶̼̖̓̀́͗̄͘d̷̨̢̢̛͔̲͔̪̭̺̣́̐̀͊̓͌̌̈́̊̚̕ ̷̧̛̭̼͔̻̰̪̞́̂̈̅͝ͅm̶̘͖̗̺͈̯̗͉̜̟̼̬͈̯̝̯͑͌ͅä̶̢̱̜͔̟̜́̍́̐̅̽͝͠n̶̩̳̘͕̺̥͍̦͚̘̻̺̄͋̀̎͆͗̾͒̎͒ͅͅa̵̧̡͕̬̮̬͔͎͕͉̺̻͓̙͕̋g̶̖̱͉̰͎̤̼̮̼̜̦̘͊̈́͊͑̎̽̀̈́̅̋̒̈́͒̂̚͘e̴̢̗̯͍̯͐͋̓̂̊̏͊͗͗͒̃͗̍̎̚ ̸̲̭̮͉̠̜̖͚̦͉̥̙̙̲̦͗̀̒͂̈́͆͊́̀̀̉̏́̚t̵̺̫̥͐̎̅̐̔͆͘̕̕ö̴̲͈͕̜́͌̌͌̆̅̓͛̚͝͠͝͝ ̷̖̞͈̭͎̈̈́̊͐̎̾̔ͅg̷͈̜̰͇͓̣͙̝̱͍̺̭̖͎͍̔͂͂̏͂̓̀̇͛̈͑͒ę̴̨͉̙̯̙̯̘̫̪̙̩̯̳͙͔́̈́̈̍́̆̎̅͐̇̑̑t̸̢̧̛͖̬͇̤̰̩̬̘͉̑̈́́̌̊̑̇̐̈́̚ ̶̨̧̛̮̝̟̦͓͎̰̖̟̗̙̤͋͌̉̔̌̄̔̎̐̈́̂̌̀͋̂͜ͅŵ̸̡̭̮̦̠̭̼̜̞̿ì̵̳̭͔̝̺̦̖̋͋̋̑̔͑̀́̔t̸̹̗̺͚̓͗̀́́͒̊̒̂͝h̴̞͚͍͇̦͚̹̭̖̞̱̬̫̳̺͕͉̔̉̋̀į̸̻̞͍̰̥̜̭͇̜̼͉͈̺̻̍̃̚͝n̵̡̻̟̠̤͇̺͍͓̻̞̰̑̐̈̆̽͐̏͜ͅ ̵̛̛̥̺̩͒͗̃͑̀̂̈́̌͛̃͛͝a̸̢̨̯͕̫͚̘͇͎̞̙̙̺̐̿̄͂͗̎͛̄́͑̂̃͛̐͘͜͝r̷̡̢̬̭͙͖̲͉̳̳̮̼̼͈̋̒̂̅̃̅̑͆̎͌̏͝ͅm̵̧̰̲̰͉̭͓̬̮̞̲̠͔̥̝̌́͐̈́̊̇̿̿̀̓̃͜͝͝ͅ’̶̢̮̜̝̓̊̏̈́͌͆̊̎͝s̸̢͓̭̣̲͓̗̩̰͓̦͓̜̺̾̽̂͆͂̓̽͂ ̸͖͚͍̺̙̯̥͕͎͈̞͙̪̯̹̦͇̈́́̍̈̂͊̍̇͆̈́̆̀̈͘͘l̸̢̛͉̦̪͊̚ȇ̷̢͖̫͇̬͇̝͒́̒͛̒͜ṅ̸̺̂̒́̀̍̒́͒̚͘͠͝g̴̝̮̅̂̋̍͂̈̇͑͌̇͛̋̀͐̑͝ṫ̴̡̳̹̮͈͉͉͍͚͚͔̯̺͍͚́̌̅ͅh̷̢̛̛̞̲͉̯̮͉͇̜̬̳̯̫̎̎͗̑̑̏͛̑̈́͐̐͑̆̂͝ ̵̻̖̲̞͚̪̣̜̻̺͍̻̖͗̍̈́͗̓̕ͅŏ̶̜̟͓̱̆͋̾̈́̈̔͐̈́̒̐͒̏͑͠ḟ̴̡̜̱̩̣͖̪̠̺͒̽͋͆̋̈́̊̀͂͐̒́̄̿͐ ̸̮̟̬̖̙̼̹̓̽̊͆́ẗ̶̡̪̗͓́̆̇̀̃́̈́̎̍̋̎ͅh̴̢̢̦̟͉̔́̀͝ē̸̡̡̛̱͉̼͇̝̣̻͚̜͕̉͆͊̆͐̈́̒̆̍̄͒͑̉͘͝ ̵̡̝͓̹̩͎̺̲͇͙̝͔̫͚̅̽̏ͅc̶̫͕̯͚̥̝̲̦̘̖̐̂̆̄̈̉̋͆̉̄̅͝u̴͔̗͓͔̙̍̇̋̏͠r̴̨̨̻̪̖̤͈̻̰͇̫̘̺̃ͅr̸͓̻̺͕̫͓͈̟̱̲̳̼̣̯̻̜̠̍̾͋͂͋̔̀̒̊͌̐̕͘e̸̩̞͔̬̿̈̇͂̈́͘n̷̨̨̡̟͇̱͎̟̬̻͒̊̂̇̎̚͝ͅţ̸̹͕͕̝͎̯̩̠͉͋͒̈́̈́̔͌̔̋̈́͂͝ ̵̡̧̛̠͉̳͖͔͖͕̅́̾̎̅̄̓̄͌̈́̇̅̈́̓̈́̕͜ȍ̷̡̮̠͎͈͖̗̤̋̄͒̐̌̍̀̍̓̑͑̓́̀̋̚w̶̛̠̠̙͓͋̊n̸̢̗͉͔̥̱̯͛̔̊̒̈́̅͑̔̀̇̕ę̶̛͙͔̳͉͖̻͎̖͛̄̄̏ͅȑ̷͉̘̱̘̜̝̱̦͓̻͔̤̘̉́̌̕͜͠.̵̨̢̳͙̜̳̬̦̯̭̜̖̤̗̑̓͋̈́̈͌͒̓̍ͅ ̸͚̘̬͈̩̠̝͙͓̝̤̰̞͖̖͔̌̽ͅ<br≯̛̛̛͕͕̦͓̥̮̈͐̔͌̽̓͆̅̊̾̇͠͠“̷̨̡̰͉͇͚̩̙͇̮̎̓̔́̓͗͆͒̔̽̆̀̒͘C̵̫̑͗́̈̄̓͝͝ǫ̷̼͇̭̦̝̠̳͚̀̍͐͋̈́̈̅̓͋̆̇͛̀́͝͝n̶̨̹̮̳̯͙͈̓̒͐̅͛̈́̀̓́̓̕͝͝d̷̨̢̩͇͎̥̀̽͆̿̂̀̒i̴̧̛̥̅̃̈́͑̕͜͝t̶̡̢̗̦̹̭͖̦͎̯̮̠̳̠̠̒̅̿͐͊͊̒͌̚͘̚͝ì̶͚̹̺̗͝ȍ̸̧͉̯̲̬̜̻͍̼͚͈̹͛̉̿̇̒̌͜͝͝n̶̤̥̗̬̟̥̂͑͛̈́̈́̂́̓̀̊͂́̃̊̓̏̅ş̶̼̱̳͖̯̝̮͇̱̝̣̤̾́͋͛͋̄͐͑̓̏̎͛͗̈́̚ ̶̨̟̣̤̖̭̣͇͖̤͕̍̽͆͑̀̒͗̊̚͜ả̸̺͉͉̔r̷̢̧̥̼̩̗̯̆̋̋̆̉̐̓̐̈́̔͐̕͝͝͝e̷̢̛͍̩̪̥̞͉͈͊͋̌̿̽͆̒̓̉̓ ̸̪̐͜a̷̡̨̨̭̖̪͚̲͉̻͂̊̕t̵̛̰̘̳̮͖̃̅̉ͅt̴̟̙͖̠̜̯̤̣̪̘̜̝̟̥́̓̆͗͌̋̽̊̈̽͠͝͝a̵̮͑͌̑̽̓̍̐͒̈́̆̐̔̋̆͂̀̚č̷̜̰̓̊̔̐̽̎ḧ̶̲͇̰̱̭̺͖̠̪̜́̇̄͠e̴̢̜͇̮͈̗͍͌́͐̈̍͛̏͒͐̒̋̃̀̈́͛d̵̥̟̺̯͕̱̮̭̫͓̝́͂͋̋́̎͂̉͘͜,̵̛͈̖͚̯̋̾̐͒ͅ”̷͇̥͓̪̦̌͑̿̈̚̕ͅ ̸̨̢̡͔͔̬̭̘̣̙̹̝̮̞̫͉̄͊ͅs̷̘̺̈́̈́͘͜h̶̩̳̖̦͓̭͔͔̗̰̓͂̈́̎̀̄̌͑e̴͓̬̞̝͇͙̰̤̜̭͈̘̗͙͉̣̓̏̈̚̕ ̴̈̀̈́͜ë̶̛̜͓͔̫͍́͊́͋̑͑̓̈́̀̈́̎̾̊̿͘x̸̧̠͓̘̟͍͉̭̬̣̺͙͎̠̭̑̓̆̆p̶͎̄̒̾͑͌͑̓̐͊͐̓͛l̷̢̢̛̜̻͖̞̥̜̇̑͌̽̉̿̾͐͊̒̉̂͗̕̚̚å̵̢̧̛͔̤̮͎͕̲̭̩̹̖͌͒̕͘͘͜͜͜͜i̸̧̢͈͍͖̜̟͓͚̺̹̫̰̰̼̓͂n̴͍͔̮̝͎̰͂̍̈̌̈́̎͊͆̕͠͝e̸̗̎d̸͙̫̱̭͖̝̒.̷̨̲̭̲̱̝̺͙̱̞̤̯̗̗̈́̍͑̀̋̈́͑͊͂͠͠ͅ ̷̛͙͇͌͆̾̈́̕̕T̶̡̨̥̯̜̬̪͕̜̫̖̮̤̄̒̂̎̄͆͒̂̽̓̒̚͘̚͜͜͝h̷̟͖̯̭̘̯̜̰̰͓͖̻̅̆̍͌͜͜͠ę̵̧̢̡͙̝̩̩̭̰̫̦̜͈̳̥͇̈́͛s̵̨̢̨̢̫̖͉̟͚̳̬̝͕̳̦͉̝̿̊e̸̹̯̝̳̘͎͓̖̙̯̰̥̪͇͎̥͊̊͋̊͌̂̄̈̽̍̐̄̐̎͜͝͠͝ ̴̛̬͚̪̪̖͙̟̝̪̈́͌́̑͋̀̏͛̋͐̌̐͊͜͝w̸̺̔̆͝e̴̬̳͍̘͔̻̞̼͔͗͌̂͗̆͒̽͌̏̄͝ͅr̴̭̜̩̼̐͗e̸̝̯͉̪͙̩͙̞̙͈̠̖̔͜ ̴̧̬̹̝̱̬̰̤͚͚̙̰̞̄̿̄i̸̫͍̩̟̮̓͑͂͂̅͌̓̅͒̎̕ș̷̝͚̯̳̊ͅö̸̡̨̼͇̼͇̦̺̟̺̘͍̱̜̫̈́̎͘̚l̴̨̛̞̜̞̰̹̱͋̈́͗͆͊͊̒́̃̉ą̶̨̛͍̯̥͉̝̙̞͋͋̌̊͒̀̎̓͂̄̀́̈́̀͠t̸̨̢̢̲̝͙̝͉̫͉̝̲͕͊́͘i̴̡̨̛̮̱̮̭̫̰̥̱̟̬̘͉͔͗͂͂̚o̴̢̟̠̯̫̻̝͍̯̘̭̗̟̪̰̐͠ͅņ̸̺̖͉͉̩̞̟̓̕͜,̸̡̹̫̬͚̙̖̖̼͆̋̓̾͜ ̶̧̡͓͚͓̯͍͚̰͍͙̠̩̮͖͓̈́͑̈́͌̑̅̑̐͐͑̀́͑̒̕͝ë̸̗̯͙͎̥̝̩̣́̔̄x̴̤̟̱̼͇̘͔͈̐̎̃̇̂́̔̃̾̌̐̚͝͝͝ţ̸͓͔͍̙̰̐̈͗ͅr̷̛̛͚̻̱̱̳̒͐̏̂̀͋̉̋̊͒̉̈͘͝͠e̶̝̳̣͉̬̥̯͙̗̰̒͆͐͒̇̉̌͆͂̎̔̋͋̈̚̚͘m̵̨̨̠͖͇̩͙̙̩͎̯̣͐̀̐̄̓̅e̴̡̫͖̖̖̬̩̩̥͂̎̾ ̵̬̤̭̺̈̂p̸̢̨̧̖̣͓̮̖͎̯̜͎̟͑͛͘ą̸̢̛̜͚̗̩̪͙̦̯͉̩̝͚̔̃͒͒̾̚ͅr̷̙͓̗̤̼̞̬͓͍̃͒̽͂̒̈̐̂́͐͒̄̚͝͠a̸̢̖͉̮͕̤̮̲̲̟̹̼͌̓͆̂̀̃̈́̃͛͗̐̒̈͠n̷̨̢̡̛̛̙̯̩͍̱̲͍̮̺̯̹͕̯͆͂͒̓̈́̐̓̍̈̏́̔̌ǫ̵͚͈͙̘̀̈̓̉̂̑̐̋͝͝i̵͎̖̤̮͖̪͍̘̗͈̬͕͖͈͗̐̇̄̿̔͊͊́̓͐̏͊̉̽̕͠a̴͔̺̰̠͔͔͙̹͉͙̍̿̓,̴͓̣̞̗̗͕̯̈́̀ ̸̧̟̘͔̪̤̜̲̘̎̊͑̽̑͠ͅa̶͙̟̻͛̀́͊̇̔̋̊̀͜͝ñ̵̨̧̮͙̠͙͙͓́̌̔̔̓̇̌̈͐̚̚̚͘͝͝d̶̡̧͔̟̙͙̘͕͈͌̏̽̿́͛̀̿̕͝ ̸̲̺͚̺͙̈́͑͛́̈́͊́̀̑͠ͅḑ̸͕̇̉̇͆̔̈͛͂̾̇͊̈́͠ë̶̢̨̜̫̝̯̤̲͈̲̭̱̗́͗͒͜a̵̛̘̥̓̐̄̽̓̍̉̃̈̀̾́̐̊͝͠t̷̡̡̰̖̖̗̩̜̥͕͕̗̖̻͋̈́͜ͅh̵̡̨͍̬̘̫̞͋̉̎͋͑̐͐̐̈̎̆̎͗.̷̙̰̼̞̺͙̽̆͐͜͠ ̵̬̹̟̪̤̀́͗T̸̨̗̮͇̖̼̱̹̳͎͖͋̆̓̅̿͜ͅḩ̷̙̺̘͙͍̬̖͓̃͌̊͠ͅe̶̛̞̭̣̰͍̳̽̾̂͌͗̐̊͊͝ ̶̡͓̠͈̺͇͓͗́̄̑͜g̶̜̍̔̌̈̀̀̐͘͠o̷̢͓̞̪̺̬̐d̵̢̝͍̱̒̊̐͌ͅd̶̢͎̫̮͕̖͚̟̗̂̓̒̔̾͐̽̏͒̇̕̚͜ͅè̴͐̎͜s̶̡̡͖͍̱̖̩͉͔͕͌̔͌̓̇̈́̓͘̕͜͠ş̵͚̙̦̩͇̙̝̞̥̰̮͓͔̮̰̪͒̕͠͝ ̴̧̧̧̥͙͔̞̪̼͍͍͙͋͌̊̂͛͘s̵̪̭̰̹̞̜̩̤̟̬̺͂̐̐̀̄̈́̒̅͗̄͛̕͝ͅa̴̢̡̘̠͇͎̫͙̱̦͎̭̰͚͛͐͊̊̀͂́̑͜į̶̘̗̥̲̬͙̱̈̐̋̀̄̈̾̏̏̆̅̕̚͠d̵̡͍̘̰̯̯͇̘̹͉̭̆̍́͑̌̓̿̃͆͑͐̋̚̕ ̴͈̱̬̙̞̾̊̆́̕͜a̸̧̗̟̮̼̖͔̼̮͔͓͆̈́̅̎̂̑̊͂̈́͂̈͑̀͘͘͜͜͠͠l̴͚͖̪̫̣̝̘͕̜͇̽̆́͒̈́̓̃̇̓̈́͝l̵̡̺̜̣̠͖͖͂̋͗̎̇̂͗̌̑ ̶̢̛̻͖̺͇̱̟̺̘̮̞͋̇̓̾̉̊̋́̾̂͛̆͆͐̈́͛o̸͕̟͖͈̬̤̠͗̌̓̉ͅf̵̡̨͍̺̻̩̜̱̲̼̻̣͍͎̤͓̓̓̈̈́̓̂͑̓͊ ̴̢̨̛̬̥̖͖̬̪̫̹̥̲̳̺̿̊͒̓̏̊͗͆̅̋̆͝ț̷̛̛͈̠̣̜͌̎̈́͌̆̆̑͋̅̉̎̽̋͠h̷̛̹̟̺̪̼̏̆͂̌͆̋̐̈́̋̈̐͝͝i̶̧̢̤̟̠̟̰͕͇̺̽́̂̓̓̎̒s̸̡̨͉̱͓͒̌͒̊̔̅͊̕̚ ̵̨̧̮̪͎͓͙̤̾t̶̛͓̩̊̾͆̊͂͊̓͊̎̌͂̌̃́͐͝ơ̵̡̦̦̲̞̳̫̦̦̣͓̹̼̯̩͔͊̐̍̓͗̈́̅͌̈́͋ ̸̡̙̜̠͍̪̭̫̙̬̭͇̲̻̙̓̈̌͑́̆̎̾̉̏͗̾͜͠͝ͅḋ̷̨̧̬̯̮̺͙͚̾̈́̍̈͝͝͝͠i̶̧̡͓̙̼̿͂̒̐͛͘͜͝s̸͇̘̒s̷̙̺̟͓̮̱̱͕̻͉̼̮̦̺͕̭͈̍̈̈͗̈́͗̑͂̄̎͗̕̕͘u̷͙͕̰͌ą̸̨̧̜̺̤̲͉͖͈̙̤̯̭̩͕͆͐̇̏̏͘d̴̢̧̩͉̞͓͖̙̫̜̼̠̟͕̏̊̈̄̊̐͆͋͐̉̓̿̂̂͘ę̷̨͈̹̬̹̘͈̖̝̮̹̼̳̞̈́̏̀̀̈̓̅̈́͝͝ ̴̛̺̯̲̖̠͆͂̈̒͌̅̀̅̚t̸̜̞͔̮͑̐̏h̸̢̧̛͓̳̳͇̣̝͍͖̩͓̤̩̎̈́́̅͒̀͐̐̀̏̄́͗̀͝͝e̶̗͉̙͉̙̫̞͉̜͇̜̬͊͆̆̊̋̅̀̕ ̸̟͈̟̬̯͎̮̩̦̰̰̞͈̲̙͋ͅm̷̡̬̪̹͕͖̟͕̺̞̙̘͕̠̥̓͌̿̌͋͐̚͜͜͝a̵͙͍̤͍͚̪͍̟̦̠̬̮͓̟͎̿̿͂̉̔̐͋̏̒͊͒͘͜ǹ̷̟͍̔͊̿͠,̴̢̢̛̪̱͈͖̤̬͕͔̪̮͖̰̬̌̂̏͂͗̓̓̐̋́͠ ̶̨͕̲̯̙̥̻͖͍̰͔͈̮̫́̏͗b̴̻̱̤̯͉̮̥͕͖̼̮͚̪͉͖̌̌̉̎̅u̶̧͉͓̘̲̎̎̀͘t̶̨̡̛̪̹̠̩͙͖̩͔̜͚̔̃̊̉͂͐͋̀̎̆́̚͜ ̴̢̡̯̻̺͎̺̺̫̜̞̼̺̟̈́̑̌͐́̓̐̎̆͆ḧ̴̙́̋ë̸̡͇̃͌̏̀̑̓̈́͋͑̑͂̕͠͠ ̴͚̳̣̝͖̗̘͋̈́̓̂̇̓̂́́̍̈́̕̕h̸̙͉̝͚͇͍͙͓̎̓̐̇͠ǎ̷̱̼̦̦͎̤͇̰̃̈́̓̾̃̈͑͝p̷̨̨̡̛̲͖͔̤̠̣͇͉̠̮̣͙̓͜ͅp̶̢̢̡̫̣͎͉͉̪̓̈́́̑͂̔̆͗̒̿̚̕̕ì̷̡̛̻̥͉̦̗̮̦͚̩̜̜͒͂͊́̑̉͗̋͌́ͅl̴̹͎͖̟̺̫̭̄̈͋̄̀͗̈́̀y̶̡̨͚̣̜̻̱͔̙̻̩̜͖̥̠̆̏̉̀̾͐̐̈́̈́́̒͒͌́̚̕̚͜ ̶̟̣̣̩͎̖̜͇͓̺͕̔̒̌͠a̶̹̙̬̫̥̱͎̎̑̈͑͌̅c̶̡͇͙̺̲̰̎̈́̄̌͌̕c̷͍̬̲͙̮͎̞̓̈́͐͜͠͝͠ę̶̜͎̦͉̝̹͈̬̱͇͙͊͊̽̌p̸̧̛̥͚̭̦̘̲͈̫̱̪̞̖̒́̓̒͐́̕͜͝͝ṭ̵̐̄͝e̴̢̛̤͉͖͎̿̾̇̌͘d̷̨͙̤̝̼̯̩͒̒̉͑͒͐͂̐͂̒̈́͜ ̵̡͔̗̠̈́̒̌͝t̸̺̘̱̱̠͓̯͊̐̃̋̆̍̈̇̿̅̓̚͝h̶̪̹͇͔̩̜̥͚̮̳͌͐́̀̑̆͂͆̿̽̓̃̈́̓̑̇͠é̶̲̘̮̮͙͈̯͙̔̽̽̏̇̀̈́͒̈̃̉͑͜͝͝ ̸̺͙̼̼͆̿̉ͅt̸̰̟̜̐͌͘ȩ̴̛͕̼̼̰̫̖̪̗̝͕̳͙̖̻̱̥͌̈́́̋̊̓̐̽̽́ŗ̴̛̛̼̖̺̦͚̻̫͋̏̔̔̌̑̍̓̽̅̔̊͆͘͠m̴̢̛̲̯͎̯͉̠̳̜̎͛̈́̋͑̎͒͒͆̓̄̇̈̈͜ş̶̡̟͚͔̤̗̩̹̬͇̮̜̑̅̓́͐̈́̈̿̂͂̎͝͠.̶̨̻̦̼͊̒́̿̾͂
̴̧̡̢̟̼̦̥̰̮͎̘̯̠̤̺̥͍͒͐̍͐͝

Artemisia woke from a nap to smell orange oil burning. The aroma floated in and poked at her nostrils through the gauze lining her hammock. She spun out of it and walked to the foyer of her home, expecting to greet a pupil from her archery school. Instead, she found a man praying there.

“Divine Artemis,” he muttered, “I want … to be … a master thief!” The man looked around in surprise as a melodic voice echoed.

“Why aren’t you praying for power and privilege?” asked the voice. The goddess herself was interrupting.

“Because,” replied the man. “I want the results.”

“I think you should aim higher,” was Artemisia’s response.

They talked for a while and the goddess realised that such ambition was beyond the man’s grasp. He did not realise that he was petitioning a goddess in her own home. And he certainly had no idea that because of this, Artemisia was compelled to grant his wish.

While bound to human form, she could offer any human a single gift. She told the man that someone else had it, but that she could help him steal it if he could get within arm’s length of that person.

“Conditions are attached,” she explained, without even revealing the identity of the current owner. These conditions were isolation, extreme paranoia, and death. The goddess said all of that to dissuade the man, but he happily accepted the terms.

Based on my retelling of the Greek myth of King Midas. WordPress is trying it with me. I am not sure what is causing the engagement on my posts to drop, so I am going to PLAY!!!

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Ascension / Bring me higher

Image with handwritten runic script overlay. Page from Tokyo Fashion Edge Volume 35, 2019.
Garnet – Love
Runic transcription of poem - Ascension/Bring me higher
Runic transcription
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Bring me higher – Runic transcription
Ascension - English
Ascension / Bring me higher
Image with handwritten runic script overlay. Page from Tokyo Fashion Edge Volume 35, 2019.
Runic transcription – Opening stanzas
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Citrine – Abundance
Image with handwritten English script overlay. Page from Tokyo Fashion Edge Volume 35, 2019.
Quartz – Purity


Presented with love and gratitude. Poem “Ascension/Bring me higher” was written by me. Big ups to my homey, the 9th century poet, Cynewulf. My poem is inspired by his awesome work, Christ II. Images are from Tokyo Fashion Edge Magazine Volume 35, September 2019, with an overlay of handwritten runic and English scripts in watercolour. Have a healing week ahead.

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Oh my gosh…

Google is doing a terrible job stalking me on my new iPhone SE. Look at the ad they showed me (renting out your property circa death) while I was watching that Nicki Minaj video. Like, what exactly are they trying to imply? The Anaconda music video is at 943 million views, so I know you all saw it.

I don’t want none of this ad, hon

I am preparing to publish my first novel, The Quarter Percent, while working on new projects. Hurricane Nisto is still angry but her story will unfold in a different part of this solar system.

The Quarter Percent pays homage to Greek tragedies and is written in an episodic format with a ‘time-as-protagonist’ feel. I wonder if I should worry that some readers may not understand this even after I have suggested “focus on the timeline” in the two blurbs and the trailer? The story itself is based on William Shakespeare’s play Lear of Britain. We meet King Cordial on a Sunday morning and almost two weeks later, on a Friday morning, … read the novel.

Don’t judge me…

I grew up around famous people and I know that for them, every problem is an image problem. The narrative style of The Quarter Percent is meant to illustrate the superficiality of this world. Quarter percenters are obsessed with what others think, and are doomed to live from one crisis to the next.

My question for you is do I need to create a long blurb for the back cover or should I trust readers to work things out for themselves?

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My amazing promotional campaign idea crashes and burns

… before it’s got off the ground. Anyone have a celebrity friend I can borrow?

Still using the new editor. You need lots of Real Estate in order to create a post. I’m on my phone. And no Siri that’s not a capital R and a capital E.

Today, I had a brilliant idea while I was having lunch. I dropped my food and wrote everything down.

Going off on a tangent here, let me say that I’m sick and tired of people telling me how amazing social media is for promoting myself. The number of unanswered tweets I read daily made me sad. On top of that, Twitter wouldn’t allow me to promote my tweets because my account was too new. It seems difficult to grow through organic engagement. 

facebook application icon

I read that on social media, between 4.7% to 5% engagement is good. And anything above 9% is rare. It is a lot of singing and dancing for paltry rewards. Therefore, I thought it would be efficient to use many existing networks to get my project idea out there. I want to meet and correspond with people who like to read books. I don’t know how many people are reading my chapters on this blog and I don’t want to trash my project because I don’t get a lot of feedback in this forum. The plan was to create redundancies by launching as many promotional campaigns as possible and renew them periodically.

Do I continue writing or do I shred my novel? I thought it would be a good idea to encourage people to sign up to beta read it chapter by chapter in chronological sequence. Based on demand or continued mailing list subscriptions, I could decide what to do next.

My plan so far: Readers who are interested in reading an entire book for free will subscribe to a mailing list and receive a new chapter each week. Subsequently, I will ask readers to share testimonials and links to my blog, or write reviews. I estimate it will take several months to a year.


Soon, I found everything I needEd for my campaign. All of the individuals I contacted were popular and sought after. They advertise shout outs, interviews and advertisements. I was thrilled. I typed out my stump speech, added some bona fides and messaged every one I could find.

Six hours later, almost everyone responded. I got three positive replies. However, most were not willing to do any promotion for a new author. Others needed to read the whole book first.  

This means I may not get my project promoted as widely as I’d like even though it’s a FREE fiction novel. But isn’t that the point of promoting a product via a total influencer roll out?

I agree that name recognition helps. Chanel, Dior, Estée Lauder, Fancl and Shiseido give away skincare and makeup products all the time. They’re still able to sell full-size products for high prices.

Even so, I felt like a start-up skincare company being told by a beauty vlogger that they won’t even patch test my products because they’ve never heard of my “brand”. I appreciate everyone’s honesty and will now proceed to feel sorry for myself.

Other images in this post are free from Unsplash.
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Prude

Prude

Collage, one Saturday morning

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Love is free and I am an equal opportunity ego butterer.
x (。♥‿♥。) 1000%  ( ⋆•ิ ᴈ-ิ(ᵕ❥ ᵕ⁎ ॢ) x
Sabiscuit

… continued in Notes 5/3 

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Two weeks

Two weeks

Midst night it breaks,
like a
potent fire;
does not put out.
Sweet
white
harmony dissipates.
Love was,
“Betrayal,” meet “Desire.”
Plural eyes her life’s force renew.
Resurrection, hurry along,
woah, do me do.
Chaste the lark, unsung the blues,
warming lyric palettes, cooling lusty hues.
Two weeks, recall, I was so into you.
“Ah! Love, you know why it cannot be you.”

 

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Pecs Bowen responds to 48, Single Men Only

Please Stop Watching Porn
x Pecs Bowen

If you are a man and you do not watch porn, this is not for you. If you are a man, have watched porn and are repulsed by it, this is not for you. If you are a man, you have sex with women and you watch porn regularly, please continue reading.

It is my humble request to you, to please stop watching porn.

I am not asking you to stop watching porn because it degrades women or objectifies them, not also because it is hypocritical on your part. While you fight for the cause for women to have a life of dignity, you also contribute to the demand side of that profession. No.

I am asking you to stop watching porn for the sake of women who come back home with you to make love. Sex is such an incredible activity. Two people naked exploring each other’s bodies, learning ways to pleasure the other, building a rhythm, discovering a tempo, having a deeply personal experience together, something which is their own.

You do not need to take lessons or read a tutorial to know how to please a woman. It is something you can learn slowly and over time. Women do not really care if you cannot keep time or how many positions you switch or whether you look like one of those fellas in pornos. We really don’t.

What matters more is how much you are into it at the moment. What matters is the intensity of your need for us, what matters is the passion, intensity and caring at the same time. But these are general things, what your woman specifically wants cannot be learnt from a movie. You will learn it by spending more time with her in bed, by experimenting a bit (use your own imagination for this please, you will be surprised how much fun you can have if you just improvise on the spot) Read her body and moods and just be there with her wihout any preconceived notions on what works and what doesn’t.

I think it is silly, how many men, when it comes to dealing with, talking to or having sex with a woman leave their brains behind. They think we want what popular media says we want: Candlelight dinners, wild long lasting sex, a happily ever after. (Sigh.) How silly can you be?

It really breaks your lover’s heart when she learns that all that you ask her to do in bed, you do because you have seen other men do it to other women in a porno. You probably are expecting from her the same fake noises, and the same over the top enthusiasm for those gag things and those toy thingies.

We are not stupid you know. We have seen pornos. We have seen how men treat women in them. So if you treat our bodies like that, we know that while your heart is in the right place, your mind is somewhat perverted. And goodness gracious, what a turn off that is.

So please, please stop watching porn and make love us any way you want. Just not like how they do in porn films.

Much Concerned,
This Woman

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Congolesa

Illustration by Nadia Monsengo, a Netherlands based graphic designer.
Please visit her blog at African Artista. Her work is stunning. Thank you, Nadia.

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Soul mates? iKu2e shows us the math

Guest post by iKu2e. Many thanks to him for allowing me this. This essay is the last in his five part series on soul mates. My comment, when I first read it was:

Thank you for using mathematics to show how full of crap we are. I just had a thought, before reading this post, that the current system of dating is based on pride and lust. If only we knew that the reason we’re going to be miserable in relationships is that we’re trying to reach a statistical goal that’s unattainable.

iKu2e is a thoughtful, feeling man. He’s an engineer and he writes poetry. It is a tough read if you are math averse, but you are smart people so I would like you to please try to get to the bottom of it. For my part, instead of bombarding indifferent others with my feelings, I am going to be kind to the people who truly love me. Embracing them is a sensible plan.

Soul mates – Part V

A mathematical study of how many soul mates you have on this earth
by iKu2e

This is my last post on the Soul Mates Research. I had no idea of soul mates before starting this research and now I am back to the state where I was. I explain why! What is a soul mate? The people around say there is one soul which was created for you. If you are the one thinking the same, stop it!

If you have one soul for you on the earth which is same as like yours, then the 50% of the people on the earth would be the soul mates of the other 50%, which seems to be a funny idea. The total number of people on the earth while I write is 7,300,757,312. Males and females percentage is 50.4% and 49.6% respectively.

None of the religions talk about soul mates, rather they give more importance to the single soul. All of them try to elevate each soul to the next level and give them a better place on the earth. World mythologies, yes they talk a lot about the soul mates as I described in Part II of this series.

Psychologists they just give opinions based on surveys, which is basically the idea of the people. There is no soul which exactly same as you or me, but there might be a 99.99% matching soul. Though this soul is matching yours, it might not help you achieve your purpose.

Out of 7,300,757,312 souls, that is 1.369720916974373e-8 % or 0.00000001369720916974373% is the percentage of people on the earth whom you are looking for. Still do you believe that you can meet that person?

But we can make some calculation to find out the number of soul mates for each soul on the earth. Remember, each soul can have many soul mates, not only one. If you believe in only one soul mate you are with the above percentage of people and don’t move on, you are free to go and search for that 0.00000001369720916974373% of people on the earth which I believe impossible in this lifetime.

There are many hypotheses that can be used to calculate the best match for your soul, but they relate to love. You do not have to be soul mates to be in a romantic relationship. That is the reason why I don’t want to use those hypotheses here. Let us assume that each soul mate shares some preferences / characters common to its soul mate. You want to meet every person for at least 1 seconds to decide if he/she is your soul mate.

In total, you need 7,300,757,312 seconds which is 231.35197997422 years on the earth. Do you think you can live 231 years on the earth?

Check your average age of your country and let’s limit the soul mate calculation within your age limit. Life expectancy of the world population varies from 85 years to 38 years. Considering that you live to the max age of 85 years:

231 years will be split into 231/85 = 2.717647058823529 times where the whole population also can be split into 2.717647058823529 times.

So you will be able to meet only 7,300,757,312/2.717647058823529 = 2686425850 people on the earth in the 85 years of your life.

2686425850 people into seconds into years = 85 Years! The highest life expectancy of the people on the earth! To further filter the people to meet your soul mate, Let us do this way, You can define the number of characters/preferences you expect in your soul mate:

Preferences or p = It might be 1,2,3,4,……n of characters/preferences.

You have p number of characteristics and you expect ‘k’ number of people.

Number of people matching your preferences = k

p = number of preferences, k = number of people who meet your demands

Assuming all the people have the same no of preferences, we have to find out a solution to match the demands to each other and find out the best matches. Using Binary logarithm of mathematics, where we assume the people in 2 dimensional array, we can find out the number of matching soul mates:

n+k*n = n*log2(k*n)

n = 2686425850 , number of people you have to meet in the 85 years of your life.

Solving this equation gives the value of ‘k’ as 35.4716 which can be taken as whole value of 35!

So you have 35 soul mates on the earth which can you meet in 85 years among 2,686,425,850 people.

There are lot of assumptions in the solution! We considered people as two dimensional data because each person has their own preferences and the person who is seeking his/her soul mate has his own set of preferences which has to be compared against each person in the dating pool of 2,686,425,850 persons. So it’s up to you accept it.

iKu2e

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Unmarried women

Nowadays, I don’t want to give advice to women friends when they come to me about their troubled relationships. I listen and ask questions. I ask them to answer their own questions. I do this because I don’t trust them.

In the middle of dinner, the phone rings. Everything they’ve said about him ten seconds before is incorrect.

I’m happy now. I can’t stop texting to put this spoonful of risotto in my mouth. He’s just liked my photo on Instagram. Oh, and I have to leave before dessert; he’s coming over to smoke and complain about the draft in my apartment.

They’re going to meet their crappy boyfriends. After a brief reunification ceremony, they tell their crappy boyfriends what I advised them to do. When things devolve again, my phone rings: “Let’s go out for lunch.” They want to cry on my shoulder. So, I say nothing.

Don’t shake your head. You’ve done this to your friends, too.

The post before this one, Forty, presents an actual conversation. Some parts of it were fictionalised. I asked “N” to speak loudly into her iPhone while I was teaching her to use Siri. I sat across the room and transcribed everything we all said. Two days later, she was doing somersaults in the same space, before dyeing her hair green. “He called me to say he loves me.”

Fix it, Jesus.

One woman, who was “over it” wrote on her blog, “Why am I even bothering with relationships at all? He won’t “lock me in” as his girlfriend”. I noticed the disempowering phrasing: “Lock me in” as if relationships were a form of confinement. I guessed that she was happy with her boyfriend, but I wrote to her anyway:

Men can act like shit but it’s only because they know you won’t leave them. He knows you want to be serious and it’s making him feel secure. That’s why he’s being unkind. I see from a recent post you have a boyfriend. I wonder if it’s the same one?

I was not surprised when she reported that it’s the same boyfriend and he is awesome now:

He’s done a complete 180. I told him he needed to modify his behaviour and act like he’s in a relationship or I would be leaving and he would end up a lonely old man.

So, why do women ask for support for their nightmare relationships when they know they’ll reverse themselves as soon as the situation settles?

I can’t deal with y’all.

When was the last time you showed your back to a man you really liked? When he’s spent all of three minutes being there for you, you could say, “Go home, I am going to do something else.” You think he won’t come back, so you endure the small injuries to your dignity.

This attitude is driving women bonkers: “I will be a fakey-fakey nice girl, and tolerate bull or he won’t propose to me”. Acting fake to keep him interested is what self help books advise you to do. But when he finally proposes, you don’t realise he means to live happily with your avatar.

One fakey-fakey friend told me a week after her dream wedding she didn’t like anything about her husband. I realised that she was pretending to be in love the entire relationship. I will never forget the day we sat down over a lunch of lamb brisket and she asked me what next steps to take because she neeeeeds him. I said, get married. They did, five months later.

I feel that a lot of women suffer because it is stressful to keep up a facade. I wonder if a therapist would prescribe medication for women to get through the fakery? But is it medication we need or might it not be compassion for ourselves and for other women? Every time we pretend to be okay with his annoying habits, we nurture another grass fed nincompoop.

A man bragged to me that he’d written a comment on his law professor’s blog, who then used his first name in response. I said, “You’re a grown man. Why are you happy about being patted on the head like a small child? Instead of writing comments on your professor’s blog, consider writing a book of your own.”

Your boyfriend might not want to write a book, but without being rude, show him where he needs to set a high standard for himself as a person. If he doesn’t make the effort and you don’t like what is in front of you, let go.

 

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Forty

Jupiter
Make sure to hold down the home button.

N
Why are you ugly, green pepper faced fifty seven year old woman, hanging on this beautiful man?! What is special about you?! Disappear, and be gone!

Siri
That service is not available.

N
You have no attractive point!!!

Jupiter
Is this a new photo?

N
Yes. You can’t be photographed from the front …

Jupiter
Make sure to take a screen shot. Activate Siri first, and then talk to the photo, pay attention to the wave. When it stops, tap the mike icon again.

N
Okay, got it. You can’t be photographed from the front, you can only do a side by profile! You so ugly, I can’t stand your fat pig face!!! Why did you tell him you need five more years to divorce your husband? You’re married, and you have children and grandchildren. How can ugly woman like you get married to someone in the first place? Why can you force control unmarried man?!

Siri
There are no search results for Marie Dorothy.

N
Why is he loyal to you? You are bread faced girl. You are slice bread. If you stand in front of some grapes, someone mistake you for dried up onion.

Siri
I searched Wikipedia and this is what I found.

N
I cannot lose my mind to this slice of mackerel. This is not right!

Siri
Mackerel slices were found in these locations in Hell’s Kitchen.

Jupiter
How do you feel? You want to go some more?

N
I’m tired. I’m busy. I want to stop this and enjoy my life. I want to just forget the two of them. They disgust me. That doctor is dirty. His aura just makes my apartment dirty. You stinky old pervert! Shut up dammit. You know, he has no fashion sense. And that blonde hard wax hairstyle is crazy. He runs a hospital but needs to take drugs to wake up, stay up, go sleep, get up, get down. What the hell is he thinking dressing like circus?

Jupiter
What are you going to do about him?

N
I’m going to use him for money. He’s useless. Did you see this eighty dollar Pandora bracelet he bought for me? He never buys me anything cost over one hundred dollars. I’m forty years old. What is he thinking I am going to do with that?

Jupiter
Did you let him know you were worth more than that?

N
He’s just useless that way. And obviously, I am not going to tell J about him. J is for love. The doctor is for money. Only. But do you know what irritates me? J is such an amazing man. He’s talented in business, has a flawless aesthetic sense. He’s a model at sixty for goodness sake.

Jupiter
Okay. Just go with the music and let that out.

N
This is J’s island near Bali. He’s got river rafts and thirty staff. How does that man make himself so small for that pancake faced ghoul?!

Jupiter
Have you considered that he might just be a model, a stock figure with no real power in the relationship?

N
Yeah, I mean, no, it’s his business.

Jupiter
So why is it that he cannot simply cut ties with his business partner and as her lover?

N
And then there’s the … I can’t really understand him. It seems meaningless that she can say to him, “Don’t talk to her and block her phone number,” and he will just do as she asked. She controls him financially.

Jupiter
Perhaps there is another explanation that you haven’t thought of.

N
I think so, and I need to find it or else these feelings will not go away. He’s the first man I told “I love you”.

Jupiter
Not even your ex husband?

N
Not even him.

Jupiter
Alright. Do you want to shout some more?

N
No, I’m tired. I’m going to be friends with him. I don’t love him anymore. I don’t give a damn.

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Envy™ The Food Drink of Glampions

Matcha Green Tea Latte For Two
Image: Green tea latte via Green Tea Guide

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “Envy is the tax which all distinction must pay.” He’s probably never met a Glampion. A Glampion’s envy is the heavy tax which innocent bystanders are forced to pay. When someone picks on you, they might be living out a fantasy life inspired by someone famous, real or imagined.

Is it reasonable to say that these people have a twisted opinion of themselves? I think we each have different measures for our self concept. However, it is important to maintain a balanced perspective.

The theme of this post is “envy”. It could have been insecurity or defensiveness because often these three form a triad. Envy happens when others can’t be happy with what you have. Insecurity is most likely the trigger. Defensiveness is the easiest remedy: We measure our this with their that.

Power envy happens when Glampions secretly wish they could be as influential as [name a celebrity]. Their desires thwarted, they turn on someone they believe to be weaker than they are. People of this mindset either lack the capacity to face up to their own inadequacies or they don’t have the self confidence to thrive in the presence of others who are doing well. Many of the people we envy struggle in some way and would be fortunate to be in our shoes.


Why be so nasty and so rude, when I can be so fierce, so fabulous and so successful.
Nene Leakes, Sunday March 15, 2015, via her Twitter account.

Sometimes I really want to sock it to people who get it twisted. In doing so, I am mindful that there’s a difference between being fierce and being rude.

We can thrive in a world of talented, shining stars. It is hard to remember that because mediocre people dominate our news feeds. I believe we should set high standards for ourselves. Sometimes we will be discouraged. I think we should do as much as we can, and drop that when we want to try something else.

We work hard to become champions raised up by substantial wins. Sometimes, however, we might get distracted by two-dimensional tokens of achievement. This is where a balanced perspective plays a role. It allows us to measure the weight of our trophies before using them to browbeat others. When we do that, it is hard for Glampions to crush our spirits with their own paper-thin trophies.

For the benefit of others who lack perspective: Shine your own light. They don’t need to comprehend your brilliance for you to be a star in your own right. If you burn brightly enough, the blind may never see you, but your rays might penetrate through the skin.

Note: Updated November 22, 2016 @ 08.04. This post was originally published on March 17, 2015.

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Earth Mars

Not Safe For Work (Warning! Explicit language)

Lilibeth
Penelope Slutfest Hannish, OPP, BDSM, BJ, HJ… Where is she? You are not a cow on a farm in the English countryside, so why are you mating with all the bulls?

Peas
I beg your pardon! How did you access this network?

Lilibeth
Where is the boy? Don’t worry about resetting your system. An army of tech mercenaries owns your network. I told them of the rich data mining opportunities on your servers and you have their undivided attention. Because I’m kind, you will get three minutes to tell me where you’re keeping the little Martian boy, or they will turn off the power and jam open your outer doors. I will watch with pleasure as you and your tag team freeze to death in that …

Peas
You do not know what you’re talking …

Lilibeth
I read your blog. According to this post, a mystery team rescued an extraterrestrial from a crashed ship and has him sedated and stashed somewhere ready for transport. According to these juicy emails, the “cargo” is stuck there until the end of October, when a crew from JAXA and ESA will come for him. My team traced the breadcrumbs you left on Mob Gnarley’s website back to you at these coordinates. You accessed your account and updated a post two minutes ago. We know that because we have been watching your every move for the past two hours. And let me say, you English hootchies are freaky.

Peas
The blog is fiction.

Lilibeth
I do not believe that. Gnarley plagiarised you for his radio show and as he is trending on Twitter right now, it’s only a matter of time before your bosses catch on that you’ve been telling tales out of school. But that’s only the start of your problems.

Peas
This is ridiculous. I have nothi…

Lilibeth
Sit down! You’re a mechanical engineer, which means you don’t have the imagination for storytelling. However, your attention to technical detail makes you give great head. I need to set up playdates to get laid in Manhattan and you’re getting tag teamed in a cave in Antarctica by men who have families? Is slutfesting part of your contract? And don’t tell me you’ve used protection. I’ve seen you.

Peas
You’re going to kill me over some nonsense I wrote on a secret blog to pass the time? Or because you envy my content rich sex life?

Lilibeth
Call my bluff, you establishmentarian, government goon, triple penetration, ass cream guzzling, whorebag slut!

Peas
Look, I can be in a lot of trouble just for even talking to you. I signed confidentiality contracts.

St Lucas
Do you recognise me?

Peas
What…?

St Lucas
A Martian boy is lost here on this planet and his father is right now in orbit, waiting for me to tell them where to pick him up. It took him a year to get here. You better hope he’s alive.

Peas
I can’t help you. I don’t have any authority.

Lilibeth
You know where he is. The fuck with your job. Where is your humanity?

Peas
This is not my fight.

Lilibeth
You’re willing to precipitate a Martian invasion because you’re too up yourself to see the big picture.

St Lucas
All you need to do, to make this all go away, is point me and them in the right direction.

Lilibeth
Tell you what. Let me give the go ahead and open the doors. Split screen… It is negative thirty Celsius outside at the moment. Bitch, you see that? That is your five hundred thousand dollar, state of the art, icebreaker, slash snow plough, slash snow blower…it’s full of fuel and is now reversing at full speed towards your door. Wait for it… Wait for it…

 

Peas
Shit!!

Lilibeth
She scores! Let your bukkake boyfriends pick that up. I’ve just… sent a message with your exact coordinates to his father and his grey warriors. They’re something fierce and the third. And they are coming to have a talk with you. The door is wide open, so they’ll walk right in and terminate your funk ass.

Peas
What the… Oh my … my … arrrrr…. head feels weird… Urrr… Ruuuu….

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Lilibeth
Siemus, can you see that metallic stuff sticking to the walls? I think they’re there already. That was fast.

Siemus
They might have already been in the area. Why’s she suspended in mid air? And her eyes are moving really fast, like a skipped CD or something.

Lilibeth
It’s the metal in her suit. I’m guessing they’re focusing a really strong laser or magnet on her coordinates. If her rapid eye movement is anything to go by, they are using something like a eleventh generation FMRI to search her visual cortex.

Siemus
You think they can physically retrieve information on his whereabouts, from her brain?

St Lucas
You can stop feeling guilty about your talent, Lilibeth. I think your tech is generations more advanced that what the Martians are using.

Lilibeth
That’s a scary thought. For my sex life. I need to make a call to finalise the last leg of this trip. I want to collect some trophies…ah, I meant…to do a thorough cleanup before the JAXA and ESA assholes get there.

TCMIV
Right.

Lilibeth
Siemus, stay on the bitch. What am I saying? Her brain’s magnetically fried forever, so she’s not going anywhere. I meant, signal me as soon as you have on screen confirmation of their arrival.

~-~

+**~

Images

  1. Halley VI: The World’s First Modular Research Station in Antarctica. Hugh Broughton Architects.
  2. Davis after a blizzard. Snow covering the exterior wall of the Living Quarters. Courtesy, Antarctica, Australia Government. May 30, 2014.
  3. Snow vehicles for Antarctic Observation via Ohara Corp Japan.
  4. Reconstructed images from FMRI brain scan of the visual cortex, from research by Shinji Nishimoto, University of California, Berkeley

 

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Emily Thorne

Emily Thorne

So, Jack told Emily:

You have to know that there’s someone out there that’s a better fit for you (me).
I realise that my timing’s terrible.
I can’t watch you be with anyone else.
I don’t know what the future holds.
I have one certainty in life and it’s how I feel about you.
It’s always been you.
Life is messy. You find a way.

Season 4, Episode 15 of Revenge, “Kindred” (Abridged)

What happens after you say, “yes” to a declaration like this. Is there a next? Does anyone out there have a clue? I’ve rearranged the words so the outcome reads the way things normally go, after you declare yourself to your soulmate. Your soulmate will say…

Realise I have to watch for a way.
I feel in the future, I’ll find a messy, terrible someone.
Anyone else. Can’t be you.

That person will fit me better.

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POSSIBLE TRIGGER(≧∇≦)This post discusses suicide threats.

I happened on a post by a Presser who stated, “Need to end this all. This blog, this life, this everything. Nothing’s worth it.” I wrote in her comments in these exact words:

“I can’t believe you’re going to give up right now because you messed up? If you know you made some mistakes it means there’s a human being in there. Frustration means you’re right on target to a breakthrough. You need a hand? Ask for it! Everyone’s “hand” looks different but whatever you need, I trust that you do have the support you need to pull through. Get mad but by all means, get changed.”

What do I mean by get changed? Organically, there might be something that’s pulling you towards an outcome that’s good for your well being. Anger and frustration are internal mechanisms for focusing you away from counterproductive behaviors or attitudes. Those negative feelings are telling you that you’ve overlooked something important. Easier to say than to swallow. Exactly. And these things take time: They’re part of a process.

The Presser might come over here and see this, and it’s fine. I felt compelled to write this post after reading that and hearing this same sentiment just hours before, from another woman. She said she might die by the end of March. When I said, no one is planning on executing you, she said, “I might do it myself.” I take all suicide threats seriously. If they’re on blogs and they’re in front of me, I say something to the author. To be clear, and I’m not saying that this is the case here, but saying you’re going to “get out” in order to get attention is super double plus uncool.

I think I’m a compassionate human being, but I was angry at the way this last statement was tossed out. You’re so hooked on being a married woman that rather than get a divorce, death is a reasonable option? I asked her if she didn’t see the wealth of opportunities in front of her. I enumerated them.

Lastly, I told her to go and find herself a pair of sequined shorts and grab a younger, cuter, taller, buffer volleyballer. Shag each other rotten. Take away your estranged husband’s power to belittle you and grind you into the dirt. Choose to feel like a woman who is desired. I don’t care if she’s technically still married. Don’t get on my nerves with your sanctimonious horse bullocks. Elvis has left the building and is shacking up with Elvira. They’re traveling together. He bought her a house. She drives his Mercedes. Their digital schedules are synced.

“NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THE PAIN. NO ONE.” That’s partially true. No one might understand your pain, as it is tailor made for you. However, we all understand pain. I saw a beautiful painting today by an artist who was crying as she painted it. I said I only saw a joyful celebration of colors. I was lifted by it, and by the time she responded to my comment, she was feeling a lot better. The pain hasn’t all gone away. Maybe she’ll feel awful later. So be it. My point being, we all heal differently, and some of us are more effective at using it than others.

I’m taking myself out of the equation now, and not making this about how I will feel. For your own sake, say, “I’m struggling and I don’t know how to cope.” That’s honest, real and very much a situation to which I can respond, “What do you need?” Or make suggestions yourself, “I need attention. I need reassuring words. I need you to tell me off.”

I’m not naive; nothing’s fixable with a hug, a chat and a cup of tea, but I’m an advocate of feeling your feelings and allowing them to overwhelm you. No medication, drugs, wine, smiley faces or compensating. You’re a human being. Pain is painful, and that’s kind of the point.