#SERIE A

[jsprnt]

celebrating the win against austria with your boyfriend

kenan yıldız x reader

A/N: my first kenan fic!! based on this request! thank you for requesting 🤍

W/C: 1.604

just a couple minutes.

that was all that was left for turkey to win their match, and to be a part of the last eight teams competing for the euros this year.

your heart had already leaped when austria had scored one goal in the sixty-sixth minute of the game, and just like everyone rooting for the same team as you, you hoped it would stay 2-1 for turkey.

you had obviously come to support your loving boyfriend, his first euro tournament in his career. he had already played a good eighty minutes, before his coach had decided to take him off.

sometimes he'd glance at you when the game was paused during a certain foul or injury. wanting to make sure you were still there, screaming and clapping in support for him. of course, the glances were pretty short, he had to focus on the game, and you knew that as well.

kenan would give you all the attention after the game, whether he won or lost.

making eye contact with him was your absolute favorite part. it was no secret that your boyfriend was a looker. every time he'd show up on the big screen, you had to hold yourself back from fawning a little too much, though the eye candy was always welcome.

especially in his white kit, it made him look like an angel as he was running around the pitch. the sweat from being incredibly active, darkening his brown hair.

you'd chuckle and smile at the occasional wink he would send you. it leaving you flustered and hot, although it had been drizzling for the past few seconds, it helping you cool down a little.

you fold your arms up, against your chest. wiping the rain that had been dripping down onto your naked arms, your turkey kit not helping you since it’s a t-shirt. you tap your shoe impatiently against the ground, well- the bleachers.

the game pauses for a second during an injury, watching the medics arrive. you look up suddenly when you're nudged by kenan's mother, who's sat next to you, a confused expression on her face.

"look up.." she says, pointing over and up to one of the huge screens in the leipzig stadium. you furrow your brows, not recognizing your own face for a moment.

realizing it's in fact you, on the screen, you smile, trying not to look awkward. your mother-in-law laughs, nudging for you to stop being so tense.

you chuckle, your lips pulling into relaxed smile, you wave your little türkiye flag, sending a quick flying kiss to the camera.

your face heats up at the sudden attention of the thousands of people in the stadium, and you're relieved when the camera pans back to the pitch, the game resuming.

you shake the situation off quickly, hoping you looked good at least.

your breath hitches when you hear the extra time being announced, and get ready for another torturous four minutes.

your mind switches to how anxious kenan himself might feel, at this point, he couldn't do anything about it. he could only trust his teammates to continue defending and possibly score another goal.

you turn to kenan's mother, an anxious expression on her face. you immediately grab onto her hand, smiling at her before squeezing her hand in reassurance. she turns to you, sending you a warm smile back.

you don't have to speak to know what emotions are running through your bodies, it's visible from the look in your eyes.

since you and kenan had been dating for more than a year, you had gotten very close to his parents. especially his mother, having her share the same feelings as you was both reassuring and very important to you.

the entire turkish supporting side of the stadium erupts in gasps and shouts as the ball is headed by a member of the opposition.

everyone's jaw slaws open in shock and happiness when goalkeeper gunök successfully swats the ball away, to prevent a last-minute disaster for turkey.

you and kenan's family start jumping in happiness, along with the thousands of fans. the noise is incredibly loud, and it seems to reach a higher frequency when the full-time whistle is blow.

you watch multiple of kenan's teammates drop to the grass in exhaustion and relief, some running to the goalie and some jumping up and down in happiness.

your heart beats faster when you look for kenan, smiling lovingly when you make eye contact with him. he waves to you, and his family.

the smile on his face makes you swoon, and you have to hold yourself back to not run up to the pitch and plant a fat kiss on his cheek.

the celebration lasts a couple minutes, and you all chant along as the players and staff make a circle in the middle of the pitch.

you immediately perk up when you're allowed to go down to the pitch. waiting for kenan's family to greet him first, as you fiddle with your white handbag. a gift from kenan on your last birthday..

"liebing.." kenan immediately coos in his first language, opening his arms wide for you to nestle in between them.

you wrap your arms around him, pressing your face against his chest. he brings you into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

"did you enjoy the game?" he asks, leaning down. his bigger hands cup your jaw, and he presses a tender kiss onto your forehead.

you close your eyes, soaking up the loving touch, feeling rain drizzle on you. the sky darkening as darker clouds become visible in the sky.

"i did enjoy the game. I'm proud of you, baby.." your mutter, looking up into his brown eyes.

he grins down at you, thumb wiping at your face. cheeks wet from the rain.

"oh! you're ruining my makeup!.." you complain, though you don't move or try to swat his hand away.

"it's pretty like this. just like on the big screen. that kiss was for me, right, liebe?" he quirks up his slit brow, peering down at you with a cocky expression.

"you saw that?"

"of course, I almost forgot where I was.."

you chuckle at his words, rolling your eyes in a teasing manner, before humming against his chest.

"aren't you cold?" he suddenly says, eyes darting to his parents. noticing that his father had already given his jacket to his mother. the both of them chatting with his teammate arda's parents.

you don't even get to open your mouth to respond, before he drapes his white training jacket over your shivering shoulders, forcing you to pull your arms through the warm jacket.

"thank you.." you smile, making him lean down for you to kiss his cheek.

the smile on your face grows bigger at his own grin, his pearly whites showing.

"now you're getting all wet, though.." you observe, reaching up to fix his wet hair. the once fluffy brown locks, now soaked and flat, stuck to his forehead.

you don't even notice the cameraman right next to you, totally immersed in fixing kenan's recently washed hair, and definitely not realizing that a huge camera is pointed towards you two.

"you need a warm shower, and maybe some tea. are you allowed to go out tonight? or do you still have a curfew?.."

you frown as your questions don't get answered, and make a confused noise when you feel his hand pressing against your back. pressing you flush against his chest.

"what're you doing, baby?" you question, following his eyes, only to land on the biggest camera lens you've ever seen in your life.

"oh.." you mumble in realization, instantly flickering your eyes away, and watching the protective look in your boyfriend's eyes.

even though you had been filmed before, when you'd attend kenan's juventus games, it never got any easier.

dating an athlete just came with unwanted attention and filming, though you tried not to let it show.

your chuckle to yourself out of embarrassment, burying your face into his chest.

"am I supposed to be looking at the camera?" you ask, words muffled, feeling his hands on your back. his fingertips dancing onto the wet fabric of the jacket.

"no, you don't have to if you're not comfortable. it's starting to pour out here. let's go inside.." he murmurs into your ear, before grabbing on your hand.

"are we running? what if we slip on the grass?" you ask, squinting and trying to cover your eyes from the rain with your arm.

"come on, i'll catch you if you fall.."

you manage to sneak a glimpse of the teasing smile on his face, before he starts dashing towards the inside of the stadium. a chocked laugh leaves your mouth, squealing at how fast he's running.

but, you're a little too happy you're inside, when you see how fast the rain switched from drizzling to pouring out of the sky.

"I'm not a footballer like you, remember?" you pant, placing your hands on your knees and bending over. trying to catch your breath, probably looking crazy to the family and friends of kenan's teammates.

you don't notice when he steps away for just a second, coming back with a towel to dry you off.

you feel his hand on your shoulder, then a soft towel on your head. you stand straight, grabbing the white towel off your face.

"thank you.." you mumble, patting your face dry, then reach up to dry his face with the other side of the towel.

unbeknownst to you two, you're still being filmed.

no doubt these clips will be posted on the internet tomorrow, and you'd try to figure out how to navigate this new-found publicity, with kenan by your side, of course.

[copperbadge]

On Sunday, AS Roma had an away game against Udinese; I gave the game a miss because I had other stuff, but I thought I'd check the score after the game ended, only to find it was suspended in the 71st minute. One of the players, Evan Ndicka, had collapsed on the field while clutching his chest.

He's fine; he had to be taken to the hospital, but the injury appears to be from a collision with another player, not a cardiac event. It's always scary when a player falls like that regardless of the sport, but even the talking heads agree this was handled extremely well -- the fans fell silent so the EMTs could work, the coaches and captains agreed to suspend the game, and de Rossi, who is still very new to coaching at all let alone as head of a Serie A team, kept his wits about him, got the EMTs onto the field for Ndicka, and put his players first.

The most touching part of the whole narrative, however, isn't the good behavior of fans and staff or that the entire team all went to the hospital to see him -- it's that his inseparable best friend on the team, Houssem Aouar (on the left in the third picture), petitioned the hospital to be allowed to stay overnight with him. Request denied, but still a very sweet gesture.

[ID: Three images of Evan Ndicka, a center-back for Italian football team AS Roma; in the first he is being carried on a stretcher off the field, surrounded by teammates and medical staff, while in the second he is sitting up in a hospital bed, attached to monitors but with an upraised arm and a smile to show he's all right. The third image shows him in a black suit, entering a stadium before a game, sharing a friendly look with Houssem Aouar, midfielder for Roma.]

[italynt]

Serie A's Argentinian World Cup Winners 🏆 🇦🇷

Photos by Clive Brunskill, David Ramos, and others via Getty

[wordsbyrian]

[sakashq]

Too Late. 𐙚 kenan yildiz x fem!oc

🪬 summary. In which Isabel has never experienced love and doesn’t know what to expect of it. Once she’s shown it, she doesn’t know what to do.

🪬 face claim. this story is based on a work i had published on wattpad but have since unpublished. qlorify IS me guys i’m not stealing💔. she was a black woman in the book so i still fully see her as one here, but imagine isa as you please.

🪬 yap! I hate my ex. but i also miss him. so this is my current feelings for him written as someone else for someone else🤗. to my favorite divas who unfortunately have to go through this weird ass break up with me! @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @planetpedri @halfwayhearted 🩵

Isabel was not one to love. She just wanted to feel loved. She hadn’t yet met someone that was worthy of her love, past situations failing on the guy’s end. Love was such a strange concept for Isabel, the girl never being shot by one of Cupid’s arrows. Sometimes she felt like she wasn’t worthy of an arrow, watching everyone around her except her fall in love with their forever.

It wasn’t like there was something wrong with Isabel. She was beautiful—talented, too. Would do anything to make someone feel the way she wanted to feel, even if love was too strong and too terrifying for her.

She considered it ‘like-like’, more than liking someone, but not as much as loving them. Loving someone felt too scary, as she knew if she grew attached she wouldn’t be able to let go. And Isa wasn’t one to take no for an answer.

That’s why she couldn’t love. She’d get too attached and lose herself in that person. Who knows, if they were really worthy of her love, she’d destroy herself for them. It was like a lose/lose situation; if Isa loved, she’d lose herself. If she didn’t, she’d lose that person.

Well, this was all before him.

Someway somehow, Kenan had something different to him. He wasn’t like the other guys who wanted Isa. Personality wise, sure, but still. Something was off.

She didn’t know it at the time, but he was starting to develop feelings. They’d seen each other several times by this point, even going as far as texting everyday. He was doing what Isabel feared the most; falling in love.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Kenan was not falling in love with Isa. He fully thought he was, the idea of being with her being something he constantly thought about and highly considered. She was beautiful—talented, too. There was nothing he couldn’t like about her. Her flaws seemed like ghosts, being there but not seen. Maybe had he caught it he would’ve realized she was falling in love.

This scared Isa. She had never fallen in love with anyone. What made Kenan so different?

This scared Kenan. He had tried love a few times and desperately wanted it with Isabel, so why couldn’t he? There was something wrong with him, something so irrevocably wrong that he begun to hate himself for it.

He didn’t know it at the time, but he was scared of love with Isa.

She didn’t know it at the time, but she was scared of not loving Kenan.

He came to her door with flowers, as he had done once every week to convince himself that he really did love her. She answered as she always did, a bright smile on her face and her heart beating out of her chest.

“Hi,” she continued to smile, her stomach feeling like it was trying to crawl it’s way up to her heart.

“Hi,” he repeated back to her, a smile on his face. Why couldn’t he love her as she did him?

“Come in.”

He did as she said, putting the bouquet in their designated vase. “What’d you do today?” He inquired, hoping that conversation would plant a seed in him that would blossom into love for the girl.

“Nothing much. You?” She responded, sitting down at her counter. He sat next to her, their chairs facing each other.

“Bought your flowers.” They both chuckled. One with love, the other with anxiety.

“They’re beautiful, per usual. Thank you, Kenan.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was so handome, she didn’t know if she could stop loving him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was so pretty, why couldn’t he love her?

They hung out for a while, soon moving to the couch. He had his arm around her, she had her head on his shoulder.

“Kenan,” she spoke softly.

“Hmm?” He replied, taking his eyes off the movie in front of him and looking at her.

Her eyes met his and she melted into him. “I’m scared.”

“Why?” His voice was filled with genuine concern. Why didn’t see feel safe with him? Was this his fault? What did he do wrong?

“I… I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. And it scares me.”

He tensed up and froze. What? She loved him? No, no, no, this couldn’t be. She couldn’t love him. He couldn’t even love her! How could someone afraid of love make an exception for someone who didn’t feel the same?

“I’m sorry, that was way too forward,” Isabel frowned, moving out of his arms. “I didn’t mean…”

“Hey,” he held onto her, using his hand to guide her head to look at him. “It’s okay. I feel the same way.” That was a lie. He didn’t even know what he wanted.

Her face lit up, her brown eyes shining brightly against the TV glow. “Really?”

He smiled at her seeing her excitement, wishing he could share it with her. “Of course.” He kissed her gently, their soft lips connecting. This wasn’t the first time they’d done this.

“What does this mean now?” Isa asked after a few moments.

“What?” He knew what she was asking. He just didn’t know what to say.

“I mean… you love me, I love you. What’s that mean for us?” She questioned.

He had to ask her the question now, if he didn’t he’d seem like an asshole. He already told her that he’s in love with her, might as well right? “We… Can I be your boyfriend?”

It was already set in motion; it was too late. Kenan was now stuck.

[ijungberg]

Maldini, stretching

[notjustagame7]

OMG what a goal that is 🤯

[federicodimarco]

Lautaro Martinez of FC Internazionale celebrates with Nicolo Barella after scoring their team's third goal during the Serie match between Empoli and Inter at Stadio Carlo Castellani on October 30, 2024 in Empoli, Italy. (Photo by Mattia Ozbot - Inter/Inter via Getty Images)

[jsprnt]

still being somewhat friends with your ex brings up some jealousy in your relationship

kenan yıldız x reader

A/N: jealous kenan🤌🤌!!! based on this request.

W/C: 1.440

"this one looks better on your feed.." you tell your best friend, scrolling through the pictures you just took of her.

"I know. what would I do without a bestie like you.." she coos, wrapping her arms around your body.

"you'd be stuck with your boyfriend who takes ugly photos.." you chuckle, hugging her back.

"travis can't take pictures for shit. at least kenan takes good pictures of you.." she says, sitting up and fixing her hair.

"I got very lucky.." you beam, grateful for your boyfriend's artistic skills.

"he needs to give travis some tips when he gets here.."

"when does he arrive?" she asks, playing with the frills of your jeans.

"he said he'd be here in ten.." you answer, looking around the house.

your big friend group decided to organize a get together after not being able to meet for a long time. everyone was encouraged to bring their partners, so you didn't hesitate to ask kenan if he would join you.

your boyfriend was an incredibly busy guy, especially with the serie a games starting in a couple days.

but of course, he'd always make time for you.

"hey, y/n can you pass me the chips?"

you look up when you hear a familiar voice, making eye contact with adam.

he was one of your friends, and unfortunately, also your ex.

you didn't even know if you could classify him as an ex, since your relationship lasted a mere month or two, and when both you realized it wasn't going to work out, it ended.

no hard feelings.

well, you could only speak for yourself..

"you want the guac too?" you ask, sitting up to grab the bowl of chips in front of you.

"nah, I like 'em plain.."

you frown at his answer, he must've turned into a crazy person since you broke up, because who enjoys eating plain chips without a dip?

"oh, here.." you slide the bowl over, leaning back into the couch.

you look at your best friend, her face incredibly still. you know, that if you make eye contact with her, you'd both burst out in laughter.

"thanks, y/n.."

you give him a small smile, watching him shove the crispy nachos into his mouth.

"so, where's your boyfriend at?" he mumbles, his mouth unaesthetically full.

"he's coming over in a couple minutes. he's a busy person, you know." you explain, scratching the back of your hand.

you look to your right, silently asking your best friend to break the tension, or save you from the conversation..

"adam, where's your partner? I didn't see you walk in with anyone.."

"yeah, I thought you were dating halle from your finance class?" you question, trying to steer the topic away from your own personal life.

"didn't work out- again.." he sighs, looking directly into your eyes.

you press your lips into a line, shivering, you look at your equally nosy best friend.

"well, it'll work for out for you too eventually. like how I'm with kenan now.."

you try to reassure him, confused when adam suddenly sits up, fixing his posture. his hands move down, and he starts wiping his oily fingers on his jeans.

why did men do nasty things like that?

"what's going to work out eventually?" 

you gasp at the familiar voice, turning around to see kenan behind you.

"you're here.." you beam excitedly, feeling his loving touch from behind. his arm wrapping around your shoulders, as he presses a kiss behind your ear.

"of course I’m here.." he mutters, pulling back when you stand up from the couch to walk around it.

"thank you for coming.." you hug kenan, his strong arms wrapping around you, a little tighter than usual.

"a promise, is a promise.." he mumbles into your ear, kissing your temple. you can feel the soft fabric of his hoodie brush against your cheek. the scent of his musky cologne entering your nose, calming you with its familiar smell.

you hum, feeling his hands trail down your back, a hand touching your lower back.

kenan loved showing his love through touch, but he'd never been a 'pda' person. he always chose to hold your hand or hug you outside the four walls of your shared apartment, so the sudden intimate touches were confusing to you.

not that you would mind, you were in private company, so you'd savor everyone of his touches anyway.

"hello, good to see you.." he tells your best friend, giving her a smile before averting his gaze to adam.

"nice to see you, man.." adam speaks when he notices the look, immediately standing up and walking over.

while you watch your ex walk towards you, you can feel kenan's grip tighten around you. nothing painful, of course, even when not aware, he'd never do anything to hurt you.

he absolutely cherished every second you spent together. whether it was a quick lunch date in between his training sessions, and your university classes or just spending his daily life with you.

never letting you get too cold or too hot. bringing a drink from your favorite café, while you were already sipping on your crappy, watered down, homemade iced coffee. tying your shoelaces without you even realizing they came undone.

at this point, you could request for the urban dictionary to make 'kenan' a synonym for 'gentleman'.

you look up when kenan doesn't greet adam like he usually greets your other friends.

you weren't naive enough to not know why. your boyfriend had long known adam and you had dated briefly, since you didn't feel like it was morally right not to inform him..

of course, kenan had not doubted your loyalty to him. he trusted you, as much as you trusted him.

you couldn't lie and say you were completely fine with still being friends with adam. you'd shared intimate moments together, and going back to that platonic relationship wasn’t something you were 100% comfortable with.

"you arrived pretty late. I guess being a baller is keeping you away from our dear y/n.."

you watch kenan's jaw clench, his jawline getting even sharper as you feel his fingers trace your back.

"I made time, like I'd expect a boyfriend to do.." your boyfriend retorts, his voice steady and firm.

"I would be crazy to lose a person like her.."

your eyes flicker back up at kenan, knowing that jab was obviously about adam and you breaking it off.

"ken.." you call out, patting his chest to get his attention. 

"what is it, baby?" you almost laugh at the voice change. It switches from a rough, deep one to the most honey-soaked tone ever.

"please don't start anything, come on. let's go get some snacks, ‘kay?" you ask, smiling to convince him.

you watch your best friend get pulled away by her boyfriend, it giving you the perfect opportunity to dip.

"okay, that's fine.." your boyfriend agrees, squeezing your hips one more time, before he releases the tension in his jaw. turning around and pulling you away from the frazzled adam.

"jealous boy.." you tease him when he pulls you into a corner, poking his cheek. where his dimples would dent when he’d smile or pull a face.

"I'm not jealous.." he dismisses, reaching up to remove a fallen eyelash from your cheek.

"should I go back and bring adam? ask if he wants a drink?"

"come on. I can have an opinion.."

"that is?" you question, grabbing and popping a grape into your mouth.

"I don't trust the guy for a second, like- what guy befriends his ex?"

"if the ex is as nice as me, I would.." you tease.

"what if I were friend with my ex?" he questions, using elaborate hand movements.

"I would- wait, but this is different, ken. I can't cut him off easily since he's a part of the friend group. it's already kind of awkward between us.."

"awkward? thank goodness.."

you roll your eyes at his happiness, shoving a cracker into his mouth.

"shush, just eat it this, and stop talking.."

"no sharing chips with him, no more.." he hums, chewing on the crunchy snack.

"you saw that?"

"obviously, your friends kept me at the door until I took pictures with them.."

"oh.."

"can we hook him and his ex back up together?"

you scoff, raising a brow. 

"what did I say?"

"stop talking.." he grins, his dimples showing as he looks at you. his brown eyes lighting up in amusement.

"never mind, just give me a kiss.." you say, looking up when he eagerly cups your jaw.

"don't even worry about it .."

[vlahovic9dusan]

[raphoupix]

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[glossyblue]

Perfect in his eyes

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𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆 × 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁�� 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. "𝖲𝗈... 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈...𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍?" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾,𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖩𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆'𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅!

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄. 𝖩𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅, "𝗈𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾?" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 "𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 , 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀" "𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 ... 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒." 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒! 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 "𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 ��𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖿. 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌! 𝗂 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 "𝗈𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾" 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒, 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍."

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾! 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽:" 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 ... 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍? 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾?" 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 "𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌." "𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖳𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗍?" " 𝖸𝖾𝗌" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒𝗅𝗒. 𝖩𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖧𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 , 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 " 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 ... 𝗒𝗈𝗎 , 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 .... 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 .... 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽" 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽," 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇; 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌" 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝖭𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾�� 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖩𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 " 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎!"

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ᵍˡᵒˢˢʸᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ 💌

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HIS ARMS

are you joking my god

[dyclerc]

Paulo Dybala gifts his shirt to a kid and then proceeds to tell him to run and escape from security