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;; I don't know where Star went, but I miss her and hope I can find her someday. -

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Hi I love my two boys.

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!! ー I will be making a TWD AU for Father Gascone, soon. Until then, you can find me on @cobblcr ;;

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 「 Goeienaand, if you would interact with an indie and canon divergent Jerry from The Walking Dead, then give this a like or reblog!! 」

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|| Wнere dιd I leαve oғғ, wнere do I pιcĸ υp?

Aнн,

一 ιт'ѕ ѕo reғreѕнιɴɢ; loɢɢιɴɢ вαcĸ ιɴ нere. Fιɴαlly. To wrιтe мy owɴ cнαrαcтer, υɴcнαιɴed вy α cαɴoɴ world, αѕ oppoѕed тo мy owɴ verѕe. I αм ѕтυcĸ oɴ мoвιle, вυт αм opeɴ тo α poѕѕιвle ѕтαrтer cαll ѕooɴ !! ||

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“Acts of goodness are not always wise, and acts of evil are not always foolish, but regardless, we shall always strive to be good.”

— Martyr Logarius, Bloodborne, item description for Executioner set (via sebastianstansjawline)

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     | | 𝙰  𝙶𝙸𝙵𝚃  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙽  𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃 , 𝚃𝙾  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻  𝙷𝚈𝙴𝙽𝙰 ||

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                 ❝  Ｈｅｙ, Ｈｅｙ, Ｈａｖｅ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆａｉｔｈ.                                                      Ｙｏｕ’ｒｅ (ａｌｍｏｓｔ) ｔｈｅｒｅ! ❞                    Ｊｕｓｔ ｐｕｔ ａｎ ｅｎｄ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ Ｇａｍｅ． Ｄｏ ｔｈａｔ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｊｕｓｔ ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅ ｔｈｉｓ． 

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the criminal before her towered over her, radiating heat and scented like ash. a polar opposite to the climatologist before him. short and plump, scented like vanilla and ice, radiating such cold. however, despite the possibility of melting against his heat, mei`s hands lifted to cup his cheeks. lingering for a brief moment, giving him full time to stop her, she tip-toed up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ˡᶤᵖˢ 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝒆  ιтн ѕσfт ρƖυмρ fσƖɗѕ ＆＆ ᴴᵉ ᵏᶰᵉʷ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ 

                                                                                                    ＨＯＭＥ 

                                                                                                                 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.

𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠. 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑. 𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋, 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ. 

ˢʰᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳˑ

And he is completely oblivious to it, nor would he care. So long as he can hold this feeling, he will be alright. 

Perhaps mother didn’t raise a monster, or perhaps the monster has been tamed, either way the cigarettes and whiskey can be held to the far side for the time being. For he has found a new addiction.

                                                  Ｈｅｒ．                                                       

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💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty— Accepting—

Ａ   ｆｌａｓｈ   ＢＬＩＮＤＳ   ｔｈｅ   ｍａｎ—

𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝒆𝓻 𝓭𝔀𝒆𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝒇 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝒆𝓭 𝓶𝒆𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼. 𝓤𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝒇 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝒆𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝒆𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓴𝒆𝔂.

ℒ𝓲𝓴𝒆 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝒆𝒆𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓾𝓵𝓵𝒆𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝒇𝓵𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓵𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓬𝓱𝔂 𝓲𝓭𝒆𝓪𝓼. 𝓔𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝒇𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝒇 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼. ℋ𝒆 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝒆𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝒆𝓬𝓸𝓶𝒆 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝔂𝒆𝓽.

ℋ𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆𝓽, 𝒇𝓪𝓬𝒆 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝒇𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓱 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓫𝓸𝔀𝓵 𝓫𝒆𝓵𝓸𝔀. 𝓐 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝒆, 𝓪 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶.

&& ℋ𝒆 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓷, 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝒆, 𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝒆𝒇𝓵𝒆𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 && 𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓰𝒆𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓭𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝒆𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝒆𝓵𝒇.

ℋ𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓹𝒆𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝒻𝓪𝓬𝒆 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓵𝒆𝒆𝓿𝒆, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝒇𝓪𝓬𝒆𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝒇𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝒆𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝒆𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓻𝓲𝒇𝓲𝒆𝓭. ℱ𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝒆𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓶, 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝒆, 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂,, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶, ℱ𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷, 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓭𝒆𝓵𝓲𝓿𝒆𝓻𝔂.  

𝓣𝓱𝒆𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓫𝒆𝒆𝓷 𝓫𝒆𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓹𝒆𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆… 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼,, 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓪 𝓼𝒆𝓬𝓻𝒆𝓽𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝒇 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝒆𝓻,,,

                                  ａｎ   ＡＢＯＲＴＩＯＮ

𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝒆𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶,, 𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓷, 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝒆𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼𝓽, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓱𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝒇𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝒆..

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓽 𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝒆𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭, 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝒆 𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝒆𝔂𝒆𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓭 && 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓱..

𝓞𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝒆𝒆𝓹 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓾𝒆 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓹𝒆𝓬𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓵, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷..

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔,  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢,  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚊  𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜  𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊  𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕,  𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚞𝚙  𝚝𝚘  𝚊  𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕  𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝,  𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗  𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢.

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𝔸 𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤,, 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕝.

𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕤,,

&& 𝔸 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕒 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕦𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤,, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝔸𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕖, 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. 

𝔸𝕟 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕥,, && 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕨𝕤.

𝔸 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡,, && 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕕. 𝔸 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕞. 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕓 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖,,

𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗,, 𝕙𝕚𝕞?? 

𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖,, 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖? 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤… 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 

                                                                 ｏｗｎ    ｈａｎｄｓ，？？

𝔸 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕪. 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 && 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤…

                                                      …

ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˑˑ

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