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𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵…
「 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢.🔞 」
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「 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢.🔞 」
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— 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘒𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 “𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨.”
October 24, 2024 at 8:57 PM
— 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘒𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 “𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨.”
— 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘻 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘒𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦.
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯’.
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯’.
October 23, 2024 at 9:26 PM
— 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘻 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘒𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦.
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯’.
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯’.
— 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩… 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦…
October 23, 2024 at 8:49 PM
— 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩… 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦…
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Forgive me for all the teasing; you look so pretty when you’re shy, I can’t help but try to pull it out of you again and again — that flush, that blush.
October 22, 2024 at 11:57 AM
Forgive me for all the teasing; you look so pretty when you’re shy, I can’t help but try to pull it out of you again and again — that flush, that blush.
— 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵… 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵; 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘴… 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴.
October 21, 2024 at 5:48 PM
— 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵… 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵; 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘴… 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴.
— 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵
October 21, 2024 at 3:58 PM
— 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵
— 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦.
October 21, 2024 at 4:21 AM
— 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦.
— 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢.
…𝘖𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
…𝘖𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
October 21, 2024 at 2:16 AM
— 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢.
…𝘖𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
…𝘖𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
— 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘺𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺
October 20, 2024 at 11:49 PM
— 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘺𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺
— 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘻𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦..
October 20, 2024 at 11:02 PM
— 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘻𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦..
— 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴…
October 20, 2024 at 10:42 PM
— 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴…
— 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
October 20, 2024 at 10:36 PM
— 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
— 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
October 20, 2024 at 10:30 PM
— 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
[ 𝙰 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜. ]
— 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
— 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
October 20, 2024 at 12:30 AM
[ 𝙰 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜. ]
— 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
— 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
— 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴.. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘪.
October 19, 2024 at 7:27 PM
— 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴.. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘪.
— 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳…
October 19, 2024 at 6:17 PM
— 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳…
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“Fool” you say. “You’re such a fool.” For you, yes, for this, always. For that smile your lips only curl into when I do things to make you smile, to make you chase me around. Fool. I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
October 19, 2024 at 10:03 AM
“Fool” you say. “You’re such a fool.” For you, yes, for this, always. For that smile your lips only curl into when I do things to make you smile, to make you chase me around. Fool. I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
— 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥… 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘬’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘬𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘬’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘬𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.
October 19, 2024 at 10:00 AM
— 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥… 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘬’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘬𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘬’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘬𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.
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Sun-kissed, moon-loved, star-lit. The breeze rushes to touch your face, raindrops jump to kiss your skin, flowers bloom when you’re around; you’re loved by the cosmos, by the elements and as always, as ever, by me.
October 19, 2024 at 5:51 AM
Sun-kissed, moon-loved, star-lit. The breeze rushes to touch your face, raindrops jump to kiss your skin, flowers bloom when you’re around; you’re loved by the cosmos, by the elements and as always, as ever, by me.
Reposted by 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓮’𝓼 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 ✧
Who fell first? Who fell harder? Those aren’t the right questions.
What you should be asking is — who can’t keep the fall a secret? Who still wears the bruises in the form of a lovesick gaze?
What you should be asking is — who can’t keep the fall a secret? Who still wears the bruises in the form of a lovesick gaze?
October 19, 2024 at 6:03 AM
Who fell first? Who fell harder? Those aren’t the right questions.
What you should be asking is — who can’t keep the fall a secret? Who still wears the bruises in the form of a lovesick gaze?
What you should be asking is — who can’t keep the fall a secret? Who still wears the bruises in the form of a lovesick gaze?
— 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦
October 19, 2024 at 8:07 AM
— 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦
— 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴.
𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴.
October 19, 2024 at 7:56 AM
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𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴.
𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴.
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