LYRICS AND CURSES

Book #1 in the: Cursed Hearts Duology

by Candace Robinson

𝐿𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝐸𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓏𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸—𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓎, 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎-𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇-𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒-𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝒽𝑜’𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓈, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓅 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝑒, 𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝐵𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒’𝓈 𝒪𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝒾𝓃𝓎𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇—𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈.

𝒜𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈. 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉-𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹-𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈—𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈. 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸-𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝒜𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝓂’𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈.

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝒷𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒, 𝐿𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒜𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒩𝑜𝓌, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇. 𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎.

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚

𝙏𝙤 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙠: 𝙇𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 “𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚” – 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙚

“𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨” 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙠’𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠. 𝘼 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙-𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘.

𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙.

“𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮.”

𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨.

“𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩” 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚, 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙯𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞’𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 “𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚” 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚—𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩’𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙏𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣’𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮. 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮.

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮-𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝘼 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚’𝙨 𝙊𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤, 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙊𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮, 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙥𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙘𝙝—𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥’𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬, 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜—𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩.

𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧. “𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩,” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙.

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚’𝙨, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙩, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠—𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙥𝙞𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙨𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠, 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨.

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Candace Robinson spends her days consumed by words. When she’s not writing stories, she Googles all things nostalgic. Her life consists of avoiding migraines, admiring Bonsai trees, and living with her husband and daughter in Texas—where it can be forty degrees one day and eighty the next.

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