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kismetlotts ยท 5 months ago
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cw: stepcest, manipulation, dub con
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Step brother MacTavish who stands outside your bedroom door, listening to how effortlessly his name rolls of your tongue while you fuck yourself silly on that pretty pink dildo you own.
Step brother MacTavish who fumbles in his jeans, one hand wrapping around his cock and the other clicking the record button on his phone. Smirking to himself as he records your moans.
Step brother MacTavish who later calls you into his room, shoving you to your knees and stuffing the video in your face. Forcing you to suck him and swallow like a very good girl.
Unless you want him to tell mum and dad.
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donotpush ยท 3 months ago
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What to expect when you're expecting (Sergio's babies 1)
The first part of a commission I wrote a while ago for @allthingsmpreg, featuring their OC's Sergio and his multiples pregnancy, trying to not push those babies out. Hope you enjoy! Uploaded once but taken down (boo!), second part coming soon
cw: birth denial, labor denial, tmpreg, no explicit *birth* on this one, nsfw.
The first thing Sergio did when he first woke up was try to convince himself he was not in labor. But as the morning went on, his contractions made it impossible to deny it. The numb pain that started on his lower back and extended all over the tensing muscles of his abdomen, went from something he could ignore to something almost impossible to function with.
The second thing he did was, of course, let Dad know he was in labor. As his father rushed through eating breakfast and running to his car to get to work, he dismissed Sergio with a wave.
โ€œListen, boyโ€ his father shouted from the front of the front door, before he closed it behind himself. โ€œYou cannot push that baby out here, you listen to me? You hold it in until Iโ€™m backโ€
He didnโ€™t have much luck with his step brothers. Jason and Aiden barely registered him as they gobbled their food before rushing to their soccer practice. And Brad, former baby daddy after an accidental night of horniness and being drunk, wasnโ€™t too excited about Sergio disobeying dad either.
โ€œYou heard Dad,โ€ he said, before going to his bedroom and shutting the door behind himself to play video games. โ€œHold it in.โ€
The afternoon progressed and things didnโ€™t get any better. There was a small break where things plateaued for Sergio, where the contractions went back again to be just an uncomfortable numb pain. But then they came back stronger, more painful.
โ€œUghโ€ฆshitโ€ Sergio moaned, rocking his hips in the air as he gripped the couch backrest, resting his head against his forearms.ย 
Hanging beneath him, his gravid stomach contracted. It was hanging low and tight, the skin red with stretch marks, the first twin settling on his birth canal, turning his walks around the house into a waddling.ย 
It was just so uncomfortable to exist like that, with the weight of a huge baby on his pelvis, that threatened to just slide down further every hour that passed.ย 
But his father's words were clear, to not push that baby out here.ย 
He tried his best to ignore his tensing stomach, the feeling of the babyโ€™s head getting lower and lower. He tried to distract himself, do dishes, play, but as his stomach tensed with a painful contraction and one of the twins kicked his rib, the one that rested on his birth canal seemed to mock him and slide lower. He recognized it, the faint scream of his body urging him to squat down and push.ย 
Sergio wasnโ€™t sure that he could hold it in until Dad was back from work. It was barely there, the need to push, but it was there.
With heavy steps, Sergio made his way around the couch to sit down. His body sank against the cushions, and a groan of discomfort escaped his lips as he shifted in place, looking to find an angle where his contracting stomach would allow him to be comfortable, but it was almost impossible.ย 
He felt heavy and hot and tight everywhere. So, so gravid.
He grabbed a cushion and slid it beneath him, still shifting his hips to find a nice sitting position. He didnโ€™t expect to feel the small shock of electricity that ran through his body when his clit rubbed and pressed against the cushion, sending a wave of pleasure from his pussy to his brain. Following the rhythmic pattern of swaying his hips forward and backwards, his clitoris rubbing right against the hard edge of the cushion, pain moans were quickly replaced with pleasure ones.ย 
โ€œUgh, mhnmโ€ฆ.โ€ Sergio bit his lips, his hands pressing firmly against the couch to keep himself steady as he rocked his hips. โ€œFuck. Fuck.โ€
It wasnโ€™t a surprise, since he got pregnant, he got horny. His body felt everything in such a way, Sergio discovered new levels of pleasure. Especially with self pleasure. Everything on him not only was swollen and tight, but so, so sensitive.ย 
From his swollen pussy to his aching, full boobs. He barely realized the frenetic movements of his body, desperately rocking back and forth. The pleasure was arising in his whole body, now almost numb to the contractions that were coming closer and closer together due to the waves of ecstasy rushing through him.ย 
He was about to cum. He was about to cum all over the cushion when his step brother's voice interrupted him.
โ€œNeed a hand there, Sergio?โ€ย 
Jason was staring at him with a smirk from the doorframe. Sergio felt his face get hot at being discovered, and even when his mind was supposed to say no, he felt his head going yes, bitter by the frustration of his denied orgasm.
That momentary lapse of reason where his ecstasy faded, made him aware of the babyโ€™s head resting low, so low on his birth canal, that it almost felt as if it were resting right behind his lips. Fuck, he whimpered, and he thought that maybe he was gonna pop this baby out right here.
But shit, he needed to cum. Jason kneeled in front of him, one of his hands pressed against Sergioโ€™s thigh to spread his legs open, and the other teased his swollen lips, rubbing at his clit before he inserted two fingers inside of him.
Sergio started to ride Jasonโ€™s hand. The feeling of the fingers in and out, in and out, the obscenely wet sounds that drowned Sergioโ€™s moans, and the palm of Jason's hand rubbing against his clit was fucking good.ย 
โ€œFโ€ฆfuck! I'm gonna cum!โ€ He sobbed, one of his hands pressing against the underside of his belly, slightly lifting it, trying to ease some of the pressure he felt.
โ€œUghnโ€ฆmhmโ€ฆ Iโ€™m cumming!โ€ The orgasm washed over him, numbing his body and leaving him as a drooling mess.ย 
It was the pain of a contraction that brought him back to reality.
โ€œShit!โ€ He moaned, sliding his fingers to feel his swollen lips. Sergio could swear that the baby's head was right there, and he did his best to pretend the pressure wasnโ€™t driving him crazy.ย 
โ€œI really think I need to push,โ€ he whimpered, desperately rubbing his gravid stomach.
โ€œYou heard dad,โ€ Jason scoffed. โ€œAnd you don't look like you need to push that much. You'll be fine until he's back from work.โ€ Jason's hand patted his belly. โ€œBaby can wait.โ€
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He lostย  track of how much time Sergio spent waddling around the living room, both hands busy cupping and caressing his contracting stomach, trying to fight his contractions. The pressure between his legs was just becoming more striking with every step, and he only measured time in the unit of how many contractions he was having.ย 
He wanted to push. He wasn't sure if he needed to, but god he wanted to push. It was a very archaic reasoning: pushing equaled pressure gone. He wanted the pressure stacking between his legs gone.ย 
โ€œFuck, babyโ€ฆโ€ Sergio moaned when another contraction took over him. โ€œJust wait a few more hours, pleaseโ€ฆโ€
He swayed his hips in the air, hiding his sweaty face in his hands as another contraction made his knees buckle, his stomach pulsating and sending a wave of pain through his body. Now he was sure that the first babyโ€™s head was there, resting right behind his lips,and it felt as if it could just pop out of him with every step he took.ย 
โ€œUghn, mhm!โ€ He tried to breathe, but his try ended up as a whining mess. โ€œAh-hn nhgn!โ€
When the contraction passed, Sergio took a deep breath as he stumbled towards the couch. He sank with a low moan, slowly letting himself fall against the cushions. He tried to rub away the pain of the gravid stomach lounging between his open legs, but he couldnโ€™t decide if sitting down made the feeling of the babyโ€™s head in his birth canal worse or not.
The baby was coming. He just couldn't deny it any longer at this point.ย 
He whimpered and bit his lips when another contraction took over him, forcing him to curl over himself and squirm in his place, a low hum on his throat as he tried to breathe through it.ย 
The front door opened. Sergio's head snapped up as he heard his father's footsteps entering the house. Another contraction rippled through his gravid stomach. His dad's footsteps entered through the hallway, but instead of going straight to the living room where Sergio was, he went to the kitchen.ย 
โ€œShitโ€ฆโ€ Sergio howled, before shouting โ€œDad!โ€
His dad still took his sweet time. By the moment he made it to the living room, Sergio was biting his own hand, hips rocking against the couch to help relieve the pressure on his pussy.
โ€œDad,โ€ he whimpered. โ€œThe baby is coming. Now.โ€
His dad nodded, taking off his jacket with such a calm and tranquility that it made Sergio's blood boil. If he were not in that condition โ€”with a baby about to crown in his fucking pantsโ€” he would have maybe thrown a fit. But right now, with the pressure accumulating on his pussy, swollen and stretched by the bowling ball size of his son's head, he barely managed to stand up.
โ€œJust a minute, Serโ€ his dad sighed, taking off his shoes. โ€œIโ€™ve had a long day.โ€ย 
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jacksonseymour13 ยท 1 month ago
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Cobra Kai Part 2 spoilers!
Miguel immediately running to help Robby after Kwon cheapshots him was giving ๐Ÿ˜ญ bro was ready to fight even if he was outnumbered against Axel,Yoon,Goon and Kwon. He did NOT gaf
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ladymadness ยท 2 months ago
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Oh she's for the girlies too isn't she
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howlingday ยท 23 days ago
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Jaune: Listen to me, girls... When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a dinosaur. I would practice every day and shorten my arms and run around, growling and roaring. But then one day, my dad pulled me aside and said,
Papa Arc: Jaune, it's time to set childish things aside.
Jaune: Well, actually, what he really said was,
Papa Arc: Jaune, you're 17 years old! Stop being a fucking dinosaur and get a fucking job!
Jaune: So I said to myself, okay, I'll go to a Huntsman Academy, I'll practice for a little while, then come back to it.
Jaune: But I forgot how to do it.
Ruby: You're human. You could never be a dinosaur.
Nora: Yeah, what was the point of that story?
Jaune: The point is...
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DON'T LOSE YOUR DINOSAUR
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tatortotqueen ยท 1 year ago
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* โ€ * ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ*โ€ *
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๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌย ๐•€๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก-๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ค ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•”๐• ๐•๐•๐•–๐•˜๐•– ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ
๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•  ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•œ๐•š ๐•ฉ ๐•“๐•๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐••๐•–๐•ฃ
๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•œ๐•š, ๐••๐•ฆ๐•“-๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ, ๐•ก๐•ค๐•–๐•ฆ๐••๐•  ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ, ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•ค, ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฉ
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๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•“๐•ค๐• ๐•๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•’
โ„๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ซ๐•ช ๐••๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐• ๐• ๐•— ๐•’ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ž ๐•จ๐•™๐•  ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ-
โ€˜๐•ค๐•š๐•ค, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–โ€™ย ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช๐•ค ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•—๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฃ๐•”๐•™ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•”๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก-๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃย ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐••๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•๐• ๐•’๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•’๐•˜๐•ค, ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ค๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•”๐• ๐•๐•๐•–๐•˜๐•–, ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ, ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•จ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•”๐•œ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ง๐•–, '๐•๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐• ' ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•– ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐• ๐•๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ง๐•–๐•๐•ค ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•–๐•–๐•ซ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•–๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐•–๐•๐•ก ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•™๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•˜๐•  ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•—๐•— ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•  ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•›๐• ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•๐•๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•œ๐•š'๐•ค ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ค๐•๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ก๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•“๐•๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–, ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•’ ๐•˜๐•๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•›๐•’๐•ฃ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•œ, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ก๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•“๐•๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•”๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•š๐•๐•๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•๐•ฆ๐•– ๐•ƒ๐”ผ๐”ป ๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•–๐•š๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•’๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•–
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•š๐•ซ๐•– ๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•’๐•• ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•— ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ, ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•œ๐•š'๐•ค ๐•ž๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•’๐•๐•ฅ '๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ' ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช
๐•Š๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•– ๐•ช๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•ค ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•’๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐••๐•ฃ๐•’๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐•š๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•๐•ค๐•  ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•˜๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•–'๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜
โ„๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•–๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•’๐•ซ๐•– '๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•ช'ย 
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•”๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•’๐•ฅ '๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ'ย 
โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก๐•ค ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ '๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ, ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐••๐• ' ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•ช๐•ค ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค '๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ'
โ€ฆ*โ˜†*โ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆ
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•š๐•• ๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ'๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•–'๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐••๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ค๐•ช
โ€˜๐•„๐•ž๐•ž๐•™ ~ ๐•—-๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œโ€™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ
โ„๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•จ๐• ๐•๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐•๐•š๐•ฅ. โ„๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ก๐•ค ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•“ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐••. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ž๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••.
โ€˜๐•š-๐•šโ€™๐•ž ๐•คโ€™๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–โ€™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•—๐•— ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ก๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ค.
๐•Š๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•œ๐•š ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช. ๐”ธ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•œ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•’๐• ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ค๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•๐•š๐•ก๐•ค. โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•ค ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•”๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•’๐•ฅ.
โ€˜๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐••โ€™ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•– ๐•”๐•๐•š๐•ฅ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–.
โ€˜๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ž๐•ฆ-โ€™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•“๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•”๐•œ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•๐•’๐•จ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ง๐•š๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ๐•—๐•๐• ๐•จ.
โ€˜๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™ ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•˜๐• . ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™, ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•–๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•ฆ๐•ก, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•˜๐•š๐•ง๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ž๐•’๐•”๐•œ.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ช๐•–๐•๐•ก ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•“๐•“๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•๐••๐•ค, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐•’๐•ก๐•ค ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–.
โ€˜๐”น๐•–๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–โ€™
โ€˜๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•—~๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ž๐•–โ€™
โ€˜๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™
โ€˜๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•œ๐•šโ€™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•“๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐•’ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐• ๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ.
๐•Ž๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•œ ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ.
โ€˜๐• ๐•™ ๐•ค-๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฅโ€™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•๐•’๐•ก ๐•’ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•–๐•ฅ.
โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•–๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•™๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ž. โ„๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•’๐•๐•๐•ค ๐•ค๐•๐•’๐•ก ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ย ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ.
โ€˜๐•—~๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•žโ€™๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•—๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ค๐•  ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐••โ€™ย ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐•’๐•ก๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค.
โ€˜๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช, ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ž๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ค๐•ชโ€™
โ€˜๐•ช~๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•—~๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ช๐•–๐•คโ€™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐•š๐•”๐•œ.๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•“ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•— ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–.
โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•ค ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  ๐•ž๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐••๐•ฃ๐•’๐•˜๐•ค ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ž๐•ช ๐•“๐•’๐•ค๐•–, ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐•’๐•ž๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•—๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ.
โ€˜๐•ž-๐•žโ€™๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–โ€™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•™๐• ๐•œ๐•– ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–.
๐”ธ๐•ค ๐•ค๐• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•’๐•ค๐•ž ๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•–๐•ฅ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•–๐•˜๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ง๐•š๐•”๐•–, ๐•™๐•–โ€™๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•’๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ค๐•ช.
โ€˜๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ž ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ชโ€™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™.
๐”ธ ๐•—๐•–๐•จ ๐•ค๐•–๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ก๐•š๐•๐•๐•ค ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐••๐•ช ๐•ž๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ค๐•ช ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐•–๐•จ๐• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ž ๐•—๐•๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ž๐•“, ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ค๐•  ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐••. โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ค ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•œ๐•ค ๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž ๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•œ ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ž ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•œ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•–. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•๐•š๐••๐•ค ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ง๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•›๐• ๐•๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•™๐•๐•ช ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•”๐•œ.
โ€˜๐•€ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•จ๐•– ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–โ€™
๐• ๐•™ ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐••๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–ย ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–.
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The On1y Oneย | S01E02
Taiwanese Drama - 2024, 12 episodes
~~ Adapted from the novel "Mou Mou" (ๆŸๆŸ) by Mu Su Li (ๆœจ่‹้‡Œ).
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Native Title:ย #ๆŸๆŸ
Genres:ย #LGBTQ+ย #Youthย 
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Cast:ย #Liu Dong Qinย #Benjamin Tsangย #Samuel Guย #Yan Yu Lin
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Be a jhairo in a world of Netflix families ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿฅณ the likes seem to agree ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ
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This is 100% going to happen if Angel Dust's brother, Arackniss moves into the hotel in season 2
Arackniss: What are you doing?
Angel Dust: I'm burying you
Arackniss: I'm alive!
Angel Dust gives him a look
Arackniss: You know what I mean
Angel Dust: Quiet! You're waking up the other hotel residents! You're waking them up!
Arackniss: Quit it Anthony!
Angel Dust: Just close your eyes and let the dirt shower over you. Shower, shower. Now I'm gonna play with your gun collection!
Later
Vaggie is getting a couple of glasses of water for her and Charlie when she sees Molly in her nightgown carrying a shovel
Vaggie: What are you doing Molly?
Molly: Angel buried Arackniss in the backyard so now I have to dig him up
Vaggie: Again?
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mavens-confessional ยท 7 months ago
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When I was a teenager, It was a hot summer and I was watching tv on the sofa and fell asleep. My step brother was there watching too. I was half in and out of dream state, when I felt something in my hand. My hand had been flipped out and was hanging over the sofa. I didnโ€™t open my eyes, because it felt like skin. I was terrified when I realized he had placed his cock in my hand and was caressing it. I froze, but I couldnโ€™t deny that I was also instantly arousedโ€ฆso I just pretended to be asleep. I didnโ€™t know what else to do. He lightly put his hand around mine and made me squeeze his cock. I was only 14, and he 17. His cock was huge in my little hand - and it was hot and it was hard. He started forcing my hand to lightly squeeze and stroke him. I was petrified at what might happen next. I was trying to breathe normally and act like I was asleep. He was squeezing my hand harder and moving it faster and I didnโ€™t know what else to do. Then I felt his other hand touch my breast and I realized my nipples were hard. He noticed. He started playing with my erect nipple. My pussy was throbbing but I was so scared - so I moaned a little bit, like I was maybe about to wake up, but it sounded like a moan of pleasure - and he suddenly released my hand. I realized he was cumming and had to pull away or else he get cum on my hand and it would wake me up.
He left the room pretty quickly after that. I waited for a while and then I got up and went to my room. I got in my bed and I couldnโ€™t help it - I started touching myself and reliving what had just happened to me and I had the biggest orgasm Iโ€™d ever experienced. I had only masturbated a few times before that day.
After that, I started to โ€œfall asleepโ€ on the sofa all the time and hope that he would touch me. He kept doing it, but things started to escalate. He started to lightly touch my pussy over my tiny little bootie shorts. He touched and stroked my face with his cock. One time, he opened my mouth so lightly and just put the head of his cock around my lips. All the while I pretended to be asleep. And every time I would moan or shift my position he would either have an orgasm or get scared that he would wake me up and then he would stop. Every time, I would โ€œwake upโ€ after and go in my room to masturbate - thinking about what he had done to me.
We always acted like nothing had been happening - but the sexual tension between us during waking hours got hotter and hotter. I felt shame, but also extreme arousal about it.
Our last encounter was just before he moved out. He actually got on top of me and started grinding on my pussy while trying to balance himself to not put pressure on the rest of my body. I was covered in a blanket, but I could feel his huge cock throbbing and rubbing against my groin and my lips were so engorged and I was soo ready. His face got so close to mine and he was whispering my name and telling me what a good little slut I was and how he wants to fuck my little virgin pussy and itโ€™s driving him crazy all day long. My pussy was so wet and oh my godโ€ฆ I wanted him so badly, but I was still a virgin and this was all so, so very wrong.
I moaned in pleasure and tension and I had an orgasm just from him rubbing on me through the blanket! He immediately came all over himself and soiled the blanket. It was so intense, and there is no way he couldโ€™ve believed I was actually asleep. I never opened my eyes, but still.
He moved out shortly after that and weโ€™ve never spoken of it. He married a girl that looks like she could be my sister. And I always felt like he still thinks about what we did all that long hot summer. I still masturbate thinking about it.
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STEP BROTHERS (2008) | DERRY GIRLS (2018)
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literally me๐Ÿ’•
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2008's X-Men: Legacy Vol.1 #219 cover by Mike McKone and John Rauch.
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The On1y Oneย | S01E05
Taiwanese Drama - 2024, 12 episodes
~~ Adapted from the novel "Mou Mou" (ๆŸๆŸ) by Mu Su Li (ๆœจ่‹้‡Œ).
Episodesย |ย Gagaย |ย Vikiย |ย YouTubeย |ย iQIYIย |ย WeTVย | Youku |ย Catalogue
Native Title:ย #ๆŸๆŸ
Genres:ย #LGBTQ+ย #Youthย 
Tags:ย #Student Male Leadย #Step Brothersย #Adapted from a Novel
Cast:ย #Liu Dong Qinย #Benjamin Tsangย #Samuel Guย #Yan Yu Lin
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hotyanderedaddies ยท 9 months ago
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My Possessive Werewolf Mate (Who is Also My Stepbrother...)
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What's up?!
So this is my story on Wattpad that I had started a little bit ago, but have since decided to bring back to life because I couldn't get it out of my head. (and yes, I am aware that it has the perfectly cringey title, but it's so perfect!)
(This was originally published under my old pen name Pink0Skitty) Max wasn't exactly happy at all when his dad got remarried, forcing him to live with a new step-brother, Dominik. Things quickly change when Max realizes that his possessive older step-brother who acts controlling, is the next alpha in line and apparently chose him as a mate. Things only go from bad to worse when Max discovers that he has a special gene that attracts every male werewolf without a mate to him, each of them desperate to claim him as theirs. Now, not only does Dominik have to court his step-brother, but he also has to fight off every wolf who tries to take away his mate. Will Max give in to his step-brother's romantic advances, or will one of the many, MANY other werewolf suitors steal him away?
And yes, I chose Cody Christian as the werewolf, because he's Daddy!
Click the cover for the story!
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