Chapter 7 of 9

𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏

𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆

𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓

𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓

𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏

𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏

𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆

𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅

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