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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖘.
ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ɢᴇᴛs ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴀɪʀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇsʜ sᴍᴇʟʟs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ʜᴀs ᴅɪssᴀᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊.
ᴜᴘ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴏᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ. ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ? ǫᴜɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɪᴛ. ʏᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛᴇ, ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ, ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss. ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ sɪɢɴ. ʏᴏᴜ sǫᴜɪɴᴛ. 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝕭𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖊𝖛𝖊. ᴀ sᴏғᴛ ʀᴀɪɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ. sᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴs ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴇᴅs ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪʟᴀᴄ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴀɢᴇ.
ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ, sᴛᴀʀᴛʟᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜsʜᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ. ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇs ᴀs sʜᴇ sʜᴜᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ sʜᴇ’s ᴍᴀᴇᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ, ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sɪᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅʀᴀғᴛs ᴏғ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.
𝕾𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖞, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖘, “𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘?”
ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴅ. ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. sʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴs, ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʏs “ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ʙʏ ᴍᴀᴇᴠᴇ!” ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs.
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*should I have been doing homework instead of writing that? yup. did I spend too long trying to find fonts? uh huh. am I going to write another? oh heck yeah.*
If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it.
-Beverly Cleary
