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bemused2dust · 2 months ago

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SENSE AND SAGACITY PRESENTS

The Woman with the Partial Face

Summary: Sometimes strange things happen to us that we can’t fully explain. They specifically happen to us when we try to avoid our routines and responsibilities. Haunting us just enough, to motivate us not to encounter it again. Words: 2077

Short horror story about the wandering of guilty minds.

There's a saying that nothing good happens after 2 am. Every second that ticks away is an opportunity for the unknown to rear its ugly head and create chaos through your decisions, changing your life forever. I guess the first decision I made was being content with my laziness the day prior.

Once again, at about 2:40 in the morning, I condemned myself to do every neglected chore in my small loft apartment. Of course, in hopes that I would be able to get everything done and be ready for my shift later that evening. I knew myself well enough to know that if I didn’t get started with yesterday’s chores now, I would be cursing myself for not being ready for Monday’s hectic schedule. Plus, I figured with all of the lounging around I did, the guilt was heavy enough for me to power through. I started with laundry, the sensible thing to do. Thankfully the machine does all the work.

Opening the heavy and shaky plastic lid, I tipped a cap of fabric beads into the pooling reservoir after hitting the start button. Hypnotized by the blending of soft swirls and cloudy white water. I almost didn’t want to move from that spot, getting lost in the inherent rushing water and floral smells. After making sure the beads were mostly dissolved, detergent was next and then my previously delayed wardrobe. I loaded soft multicolored fabrics one after the other and began pushing them below the water as I made room for the full batch. Closing the lid with a hollow thud, the volume of streaming water lowered, and I began my next tasks.

In succession, I set in motion crossing responsibilities off the list. Satisfied with the progress made and having one load of clothes left, I decided it was time for a break. Shifting further and further down, I began smoothing a familiar divot in-between my flat couch cushions. Three-year-old broken wood still bearing the weight within the couch. I am comfortable now and I drift in and out of lethargy.

As the washing machine switched into wash mode once more, I couldn’t help but laugh at how the sounds compared to that of an old man getting up from a deep lounge chair. A raspy groan full of life and stiffness. Mocking the sounds and timing each rhythm. Swaying a gentle finger in the air at the mechanical routine. I was lulled with its familiar droning and groaning, that is… until I heard an unfamiliar thump, thump, thump.

I could hear the washing machine picking up speed and the sounds of metal extending and contracting as discordant and rapturous thunder of frantic banging came from within; sounds of desperation. Usually, I would’ve gone back to my well awaited dreams and let the machine work out whatever was the cause. It was old and it made strange sounds sometimes, I knew this. But I had a feeling the sounds wouldn’t go away this time. My fear of something being lodged within encouraged me to push myself up from the couch, my feet embracing the coldness of the wooden floor and walking into the laundry room. I had to fix this problem now, before I was forced to pay repair bills I couldn’t afford. Plus, I really liked the way this one worked.

I lifted the hefty machine lid and stared down into the opaque water that swished round and round. My initial thought was that I could see what was causing the trouble then to pause the washing cycle and move things around to balance out or fix whatever the problem was. However, the water was too murky, which also left me a little offended. I mean I knew my clothes were dirty but not that dirty. I gently lower the lid enough for me to stretch and press the button that would end up ceasing the solid mechanical sounds. I raised the lid back, rolled my sleeves up and began to dip my hands into warm water.

My hands pass by heavy fabrics, trying to get a hold of anything and everything to see who’s the culprit. I yank out clothing one after the other and hang the wet clothes on my left arm above the drum so that nothing drips onto the floor. The weight gets heavier and burdensome with each article. I felt like I pulled half the load out when my fingers got caught in something long. I assumed it must have been a scarf and began to pull on the long thread. I was met with a tugging force, the more I pulled up the more I felt the plastic bottom of the inside of the machine billow up. A few more tugs and I was unsuccessful at dislodging whatever was down there. So, I let go and pulled my hand out. After taking a quick breather, I lunged my hand further down into the machine thinking maybe I could untangle this mystery piece first.

My shoulder, now below the opening and soaked, water stopped beneath my armpit. I felt my way around again seeing if I could find where the scarf was and using my fingertips to undo the knot. Luckily, I managed to feel a lump, something twisted tight and then tension releasing. Shifting once more, grabbing a hold of the scarf, a firmer grip than before, I slowly started to rise up with the scarf in hand. For a brief moment I was thrilled, even more excited that I would be able to drop the heavy wet clothes on my left arm back where they belonged.

I only made it to where the water rose above my forearm, when I realized that I hadn’t worn any scarves this week or the last few months at that, on account that it was summer. I also took into account that it couldn't have been a head scarf, because I have been wearing bonnets lately. More tension was released from whatever I was afraid to admit that I now had in my hands. As my arm slowly lifted from the water, what I thought to have been a scarf originally looked much thinner and darker than anything I owned.

There pooling in my hands as the murky water flowed back in the washer was a clump of hair. Long and thin, black as obsidian and sparse with strands. The scary thing was that it was still attached to whatever was in the washer. Everything screamed in my body telling me to let go but I couldn't, I just kept lifting my hand higher and higher until the top half of a woman's face rose from the water. Intensely bloodshot red eyes staring uncomfortably back into mine.

I took a step back in pure disbelief, soaking shirts, pants and everything else on my tired arm coming to a saturated smack on the floor. Stumbling into the wall supported behind me. Like that of a ticking clock, she slowly moved her head, eyes stabilized on me, each tick followed by a sickening click of her neck. Her head twisted halfway until she was backwards enough to unnaturally extend an arm around the lid to the front of the washer, pressing the continue button without breaking eye contact. Lurching the machine back into washing mode and just staring while the clothes and her head gently began swishing around again. It was a baffling sight truly; a wild revelation I couldn’t wrap my head around in that moment and still never after. The clothes twirled around her side to side, circling the drum. But there she sat, stiff as stone and stalking. An agitator of the senses unbothered by the agitator paddles of the machine.

Nauseating me into submission, I was afraid to not observe her. Afraid at the thought of what would happen to me if I didn’t. Then suddenly I felt my back rise from the safety of my wall and my legs began their mutiny. Somehow, she governed me, moving my body stride by stride, back towards the cold and unforgiving machine lowering my hands into that all-encompassing warm water once again.

With an iron grip her hands began to enclose around my forearms and slowly dragged me down, bringing me to level with her eyes. I could go on and explain every detail of how she looked up closely, how she smelled like the very fabric beads I used but looked like she belonged to the bottom of a forgotten swamp. I did everything in my power to thrash and let go but I couldn’t pull up. The strangest thing is that even in that brief moment I never felt like my life was in danger. It was more like I was about to be told a secret but was too busy squirming at the thought of someone whispering it into my ear.

The lid swayed back and forth from the erratic movements of my panic and attempts to break free. Yanking back with force, my arms began to slip through thanks to the soapy water. However, I managed to hit my head on the falling cover, tilting forward from all of the chaos. The impact knocked me backwards, slipping on the water seeping out from the clothes on the floor. With a firm clash against my back all I could do was slide down the wall, my old protector. My head was swirling in pain and no amount of cupping it in my hands was going to heal it to full strength.

I was now crouched down on the ground shielding my head from any more assault. The machine creaked and water spilled out as I turned my head upwards to see that the face inside was now at the edge. Still partially covered, one hand steadily stretched out and over the plastic drum, molding into a fist and finger pointing in my direction.

That eye-contact, the intense stare, all felt like she was trying to tell me something. Like she was disappointed that I wasn't understanding the unspoken conversation we were having. The swelling forming mid-point on my cranium aided in her dizzying effect. Failing to get any more out of my curiosity and fear, I passed out.

I went from an overwhelmingly consuming situation to darkness and nothingness. The next thing I know is that I woke up to a loud bang on my front door as it swung open and quickened footsteps headed in my direction. My brother ran towards me, frantic and concerned, asking if I was alright. Barely making out what he was saying, something about not answering the phone, work, worried coworkers and missing for almost a day.

As I tried to regain my sanity on the car ride to the hospital, praying for relief from my unrelenting headache, I calmly tried my best to explain to my brother the following night all that I had experienced. Even repeating myself to a doctor when we finally arrived. Exchanging pitiful looks, they just kept telling me to rest and forget the “bad dreams” born from my recently “overworked” household responsibilities. In spite of that, I knew. I knew it was no bad dream. It was a bad situation I found myself in and now realized I was the only one who had to suffer with the reality of it.

That day had come and gone and everything scheduled went unfinished. A trip to the hospital and a patronizing note from a doctor excusing me from work due to an “in-home slip and fall”. That ultimately, I was fine but between the stress and exhaustion combined, I would have swelling in my brain causing my memories to be unclear and rendering me unfit for work. That I would need a few days rest and prescribed medication before I could return fully functional.

When I try to remember that night, haunting images of her flash with every thump, thump, thump of the sounds that started it all. Each thump of remembrance is yet another painful throb in my head, blurring my vision, causing my memories to fade and yet ironically reminding me that I’m not as alone as I think I am. No sign of her was seen again or at least that I’m aware of. Never looking at my laundry room the same, I have learned the art of making any excuse I can conceive of washing clothes anywhere else rather than at home.

#sj muses #writers on tumblr #memothoughts #my writing segment #sense and sagacity #writting stuff #creative writing #writing prompt #writing practice #short story #horror story #scary stories #original writing #possible thalassophobia #based on the washing machine from my old apartment #Also took some inspiration from a video called “Other Side of the Box” by horror Youtube channel Alter #i think about that way too much (⊙ˍ⊙)#picture/gif made poorly by me lol

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⊃ ⠀◌ ⠀┄⠀ 𝒢 ⠀◞⠀ ⁺⠀ ⥰ ⠀𓍢 ⠀𓂃 ⠀𓂅 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ᴗ⠀ᴖ⠀﹒⠀♰⠀♱⠀☆⠀★⠀✦⠀✰⠀˚⠀｡⠀。⠀˳⠀﹐⠀†⠀┄⠀𓂅⠀⊂⠀⊃⠀∪⠀⋂⠀✿⠀―⠀﹢⠀﹘⠀𓈊⠀𓎟⠀𓎡⠀◠⠀◡⠀ᶻz⠀╰⠀╮⠀╭⠀╯⠀◞⠀ ◟⠀◜⠀◝⠀ıllı⠀ꜝ⠀⚢⠀⚣⠀⚥⠀₊⠀𝜗𝜚⠀﹫⠀♩⠀𓏲⠀𝄢⠀∿⠀⊰⠀⟡⠀⊹⠀ʬʬ⠀꜆⠀ ˘⠀➴⠀♪⠀═╪⠀⩇⠀︵⠀﹑⠀⇄⠀⇅⠀⇉⠀—⠀ꜜ⠀♫⠀⥰⠀⤷⠀◌⠀♡⠀♥︎⠀⦂⠀⋌⠀⋋⠀⁾⠀⟆⠀⬭⠀⬬⠀＞⠀＜⠀︿⠀⍵⠀﹙⠀﹚⠀⏆⠀🜲⠀❛⠀❜⠀➳⠀⿸⠀┈⠀⪩⠀⪨⠀➷⠀⌓⠀₎⠀⤹⠀✻⠀─⠀✾⠀⊢⠀⤶⠀﹏⠀❀⠀⫟⠀↶⠀⟡⠀▽⠀⑅⠀⏖⠀↺⠀↷⠀⁘⠀═╬⠀⟢⠀⸝⠀❝⠀❞⠀⿻⠀﹕©⠀━━╋━⠀✞⠀𝄞⠀╱⠀╲⠀⠀⌣⌣⠀⠀⌢⠀⠀♮⠀⁺⠀ꜛ⠀﹪⠀��⠀⭒⠀︶⠀✧⠀ᵎ⠀⭑⠀˒⠀˓⠀﹗⠀⁾⠀⏦⠀˼⠀𓏏⠀×⠀✮⠀✩⠀⧼⠀⧽⠀⩋⠀✺⠀𝜗𝒞⠀₍⠀✤⠀•⠀│⠀﹣⠀♬⠀𐐩⠀˛⠀➛⠀🝮⠀𓂂⠀⤾⠀❦⠀➥⠀☾⠀☽⠀𓈒⠀╬═⠀⬩⠀∬⠀〣⠀×⠀𐐪⠀ɞ⠀﹔⠀✸⠀𝛏⠀⨳⠀⏇⠀𓎟⠀𓎢⠀𓎡⠀𓎠⠀𓏏⠀𓌔⠀𝒢𝒞⠀𝜗𐑞⠀𝒢ϱ⠀𝜗⍴⠀𝒢℘⠀𝜕ℯ⠀ ◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞　♡⃟͚̊　‧✧̣̥̇‧　𓃹　ᦸᩚ　꒰ꦼ　｡ﾟ　ᨳ᭬　྇　🂱　𓋫　︶　☾☽　✧　◞◟◝◜　◜ི◝ྀ　◝ྀ　ୢ˚.　˖ ۫　♱◌　𖥟　·͙　𖧧̣̥　𖥨᩠ׄ݁　ུᩧ　༢ུ　ྀུ　𓉳　໒ ᩧ꒱　໒ ᩧ　꒰ᩧ৯　꒰ᩧv৯　ཤ　ཥ　 ^ིྀ　♡ྀི　ꢆ　♡̶　♡ྀ　♡̷　♡̵　𝒢　𝒢𑄺　𐔌　꣓　ᘛ　ᘚ　𑣿ྀིྀ　◟ ͜ ◞　◜ ͡ ◝　♪　♩　♫　♬　𓏏𓏏　𓎟𓎟　†๋　†ั　꒰͡†　　☆　★　𖩤𖩣　𖩨　𖾞　𖾝　𖾜　𛱺　𛱻　𛱼　𝜗𝜚　𞥙　𑅛𑅫　𑐉　𑐈　𑒱　𑒲　𑙗　𑙙　𑙗𑙙　𑙑　𑙒　𑙕　𑚅　𑚮　𑜩　𑅝　𑅞　𑅕　𑅒　𑅫　𑅛　ꢸ　ꢹ　ꢶ　ꣀ　꣑　꣒　꣑꣒　ꦃ　ꦌ　꣑ꦌ　꧌　꧊　ꦿ　ꫂ　　︩　︪　𐏐　𐏑　𐨿　𐨠　᭟　᭕　᭔　ᭃ　ᭂ　ᬾ　ᬿ　ᬹ　ᬸ　⚸　❧　❦　⨢　⨥　⼎　、　〟　꒸　꒹　ꢷ　ु　ो　ऻ　२　६२　া　ໃ　ໃ𑄺　༑　༈　༬　༩　༳　༲　ႛ　ႚ　℘　꒰　꒱　꒰꒱　ཊ　ཉ　𑁘　𑁙　𑁚　𑁤　𑁥　𑁨　𑁩　𑁬　𑁭　𑁯　𑄻　ᓭི　ᓯྀ　✚　ᛪ༙　✚　ᛪ༙　𝄢　❀　　ꮽི　༏ྀ𑇒　ᩘ♱ྀི　𓉸ྀི　հ　𓍼　𓏲　༉　ℓ　　་།་　། ິ　꒦ີ　๑⃙⃘　⋟　⋞　ᓭི༏　༏ᓯྀ　༏　’　༘　˚　εϊз　𓋼　𓍊　◛　ꈊ　✚　ꗃ　ᩘ　❀　𓎟⠀　૮꒰ྀི　૮　꒱ྀིა　ა　૮ིྀ　ིྀა　┣▇▇▇═──　ℜ　ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ　ᐢ.ˬ. ᐢ　ᦲ ᆺ ᦲ　:‹　♡̵　❧⠀╳　✕　༻　༺　✁　✃　࿐　༊　ᶿ̴̤᷇ ˒̫ ᶿ̴̤᷆　†⃨　﹒　. ۫ ·　᧔᧓　˖ ࣪ㅤㅤꪮꫀ　⠀͡꒱　·̩͙　꒰͡𑁬　　ྀུ ࿐　﹒　ིྀ　　ˋૢ　ೃ࿔　‎ ִֶָ ᤴ　ཐི ཋྀ　ཐ ཋ　𓏴　𓏵　࿐　ꪮ𑁨　𑁥𑄺　𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁦 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑄻　𓏶　ృ　𓂂　　࿐ྂ。　๋　ั　ꪇ　ꪻ　ꪮ౿　𝜗౿　𑄽𑄺　ᤳ　♱　♰　✟　✞　✝︎　☨　†　┊　𓋜　．﹒　𐙚　೨౿　੭୧　౨ৎ　୨୧　୨˚̣̣̣୧　ꔫ　ꪆৎ　𖧁୧　౨୧　೨୧ ୨ৎ　𓈒 ݂۫ ׄ　𓈒 ׄ　　̫　ೃ　ಌ　ʚ ɞ　ᜊ　໒　૮ ა　ణ ഒ　ᨳ ഒ　◜ ͡ ◝　◟ ͜ ◞　⑅　ೀ　𝜗ৎ　꒰ྀི　꒱ྀི　꒰ྀི ꒱ྀིིྀ　✎⠀⠀꒰⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀࿀⠀⠀౨ৎ⠀⠀︵⠀⠀Ⳋ⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀୨⠀⠀ೀ⠀⠀ꔫ⠀⠀〇⠀⠀⍰⠀⠀ര⠀⠀ᝪ⠀⠀ ೀ⠀⠀ױ⠀⠀♡𝅼 ⠀⠀๑⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀꒪⠀⠀⟡⠀⠀✧⠀⠀✦⠀⠀ ꒩⠀⠀／⠀⠀✐⠀⠀᜴⠀⠀⠀⠀⃞⠀⠀⠀⠀⃝⠀✽⠀⠀ᰈ̠⠀⠀✩⠀⠀ꮼ⠀⠀ꮽ᤻⠀⠀▞⠀⠀⑇⠀⠀ᄶ⠀⠀⌒⠀⠀⌕⠀⠀‹𝟹⠀⠀ᄊ⠀⠀♡⃘ ⠀⠀⠀₊⠀⠀⠀˲˲⠀⠀ഒ⠀⠀᱖⠀⠀♡⃕⠀⠀✿𝆬⠀⠀￮⃘ ⠀⠀✩⃝ ⃝=͟͟͞ ✧⠀⠀♡⃞⠀ᜊ⠀⠀𖧧⠀⠀੭⠀⠀࿁⠀⠀˙⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ꕀ⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀˙　𐙚　೨౿　੭୧　౨ৎ　୨୧　୨˚̣̣̣୧　ꔫ　ꪆৎ　𖧁୧　♡ ━╂　╬═　❁　𓊆 𓊇　𓌈　𓈀　ᕱ.ᕱ　࿔　ଓ　ઇ　ઉ　᧙　ᥐ　៸　໒　ː　՞　Ꮗ　ᴗ　•　❍　〔〕　⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟　꧔　︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵　ᕱ୨♡୧ᕱ　𑁯　╰┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈╮　―　┄　│　┈　╱　╲　─　﹏　﹘　𓌔　═　︶　ꔫ　ꈍ　ε з　ଓ 　(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)　⸝⸝ ҂ 　∪ ⋂ ⋃⊂ ⊃　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ 　 ◣ ◥　ω　☆　ଲ　𐙚 . ˙ 𖧧 ₊ ˚ 　꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ 𝟅𝟈𝞋𝞎 𝝑𝝔 𝜗𝜚 𝛝𝛠 ϑϱ ꝯϱ 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝒞﹒ ˚ ｡ ⠀。 ˳ • ◌ ⬭ ⬬ 〇 𓂂 𓈒 𓎟𓎟 ✚ ✛ ✜ ♰ ♱ † ✞ ✟ ☥ ☨ ⸸ ═╪ ═╬ ━━╋━ ☆ ★ ✰ ✮ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✦ ✧ ⟡ ⊹ 𝅄 ⭒ ♡ ‹𝟹 ❥ ♥︎ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 𝄞 ﹐ ꜝ ﹫ ⦂ ﹪ ﹔ ︖ 𓂃 𓏲 ∿ ⊰ ❛ ❜ ⁘ ❝ ❞ © 𐐪ɞ 𝛏 ／ 𝇂 𐙚 ᶻz 𓈊 ⌓ ⑅ ⏦ ﹏ ✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ❅ ✐ ⌕ ⸝ 𝇁𝇃 ıllı ﹘ ﹣ =͟͟͞ ⟅ıIIı⟆ “ ” „ ‟ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ ᴗ ᴖ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⋂ ◠◠ ◡◡ ╰ ╮ ╭ ╯ ◞ ◟ ◜ ◝ ︵︵ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ⁾ ₎ ⠀⌣⌣⠀ ⠀⌢⠀ ︶︶ ᵔ ⏑ ⏖ ˍ ⎯ ‒ ― ─ ─ ━ ┄ ┅ ┈ ┉ ╌ ╍ ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➜ ➝ ➞ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ｡ ✰ ⿻ ᕱ ⑅ ⌕ ◜ ◝ ◕ ◔ ⨾ ᕬ ꧔ ࿔ ✧ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ୭✦ ♡ ˒˒ ، ꒦꒷ ᯽ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ପ ᨳ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ৎ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ 𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 ᠈ ꐑꗃᨵ𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶！ ʾʾ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . 𖣯 ⋆ ˖ ࣪ ! 𓈈𓂃⬫ ׂ ׅ 𓂃 ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ◌ ⊹ 🍸 ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 ⊹○ﾟ˖ 𓆦 ₊˚ ※ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𖥦 ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃ˑ ֗ ˖⋆⑅˚₊ ۫ ⁎ . 𓏲࣪ ּ ֗ ִ ּ ۪ ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ´ˎ˗ . *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ��︎ ∞ 𑁍 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　　𓎩 ⸝⸝　　𓌈˒˒　　⍤　　𓆸 𓊆 𓊇　　꒰ ꒱　　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗　　⌇　　ꪔ̤̮　　ꪔ̤̥ • + . ˙ ✦ ♡ㅤ°. • °. ✿ * · ✮ . • • ⊹ . ✧ ⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 　 ✮ . .　 ★ ·　 ⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ

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lovedsick-a · 2 years ago

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" what's with that look , hm ? you know , if you blink , i'll still be here . . . "

#ˍ ⌕ ³ ∶ ˢ ᶜ ʳ ⁱ ᵖ ᵗ ˛ julian ˞ ₓ #thervnaways #i already kno shes like dont make fun of meeee

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s2les · 1 year ago

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↳ SYMBOLS 4 !!

𝟅𝟈𝞋𝞎 𝝑𝝔 𝜗𝜚 𝛝𝛠 ϑϱ ꝯϱ 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝒞﹒ ˚ ｡ ⠀。 ˳ • ◌ ⬭ ⬬ 〇 𓂂 𓈒 𓎟𓎟 ✚ ✛ ✜ ♰ ♱ † ✞ ✟ ☥ ☨ ⸸ ═╪ ═╬ ━━╋━ ☆ ★ ✰ ✮ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✦ ✧ ⟡ ⊹ 𝅄 ⭒ ♡ ‹𝟹 ❥ ♥︎ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 𝄞 ﹐ ꜝ ﹫ ⦂ ﹪ ﹔ ︖ 𓂃 𓏲 ∿ ⊰ ❛ ❜ ⁘ ❝ ❞ © 𐐪ɞ 𝛏 ／ 𝇂 𐙚 ᶻz 𓈊 ⌓ ⑅ ⏦ ﹏ ✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ❅ ✐ ⌕ ⸝ 𝇁𝇃 ıllı ﹘ ﹣ =͟͟͞ ⟅ıIIı⟆ “ ” „ ‟ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ ᴗ ᴖ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⋂ ◠◠ ◡◡ ╰ ╮ ╭ ╯ ◞ ◟ ◜ ◝ ︵︵ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ⁾ ₎ ⠀⌣⌣⠀ ⠀⌢⠀ ︶︶ ᵔ ⏑ ⏖ ˍ ⎯ ‒ ― ─ ─ ━ ┄ ┅ ┈ ┉ ╌ ╍ ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➜ ➝ ➞ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ｡ ✰ ⿻ ᕱ ⑅ ⌕ ◜ ◝ ◕ ◔ ⨾ ᕬ ꧔ ࿔ ✧ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ୭✦ ♡ ˒˒ ، ꒦꒷ ᯽ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ପ ᨳ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ৎ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ 𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 ᠈ ꐑꗃᨵ𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶！ ʾʾ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . 𖣯 ⋆ ˖ ࣪ ! 𓈈𓂃⬫ ׂ ׅ 🎂 𓂃 ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ◌ ⊹ 🍸 ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 ⊹○ﾟ˖ 𓆦 ₊˚ ※ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𖥦 ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃ˑ ֗ ˖⋆⑅˚₊ 📻 🪰 ִ ۫ ⁎ . 𓏲࣪ ּ ֗ ִ ּ ۪ ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ ☄. *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　　𓎩 ⸝⸝　　𓌈˒˒　　⍤　　𓆸 𓊆 𓊇　　꒰ ꒱　　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗　　⌇　　ꪔ̤̮　　ꪔ̤̥ • + . ˙ ✦ ♡ㅤ°. • °. ✿ * · ✮ . • • ⊹ . ✧ ⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 　 ✮ . .　 ★ ·　 ⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ ㅤィ % 𓂃 ㇁ ◒ ！ンㅤ╮ ⟆ ﹏！ 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ζ ㅤ﹏ ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨ ᨓ ⎓ ° ？ 𓈒ㅤ▱ 𓂅 𓂃 ⨾ ᘒ ◟ ζ 𓍢 ◖ ᨓ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒▤﹒▦﹒▧﹒▨﹒▩﹒░﹒▒﹒▓﹒⿴﹒◫﹒⬚﹒▣﹒≧≦﹒ㄑ﹒⎙﹒➜﹒★﹒⨳﹒✿﹒❀﹒✶﹒✸﹕☆﹒◐﹒◉ ﹒◖◗﹒▽﹒ᶻz﹒‹𝟹﹒♡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒﹫﹒⿴﹒→﹒☓﹕ᵔᴗᵔ﹒⺌﹒⪩⪨﹒◎﹒⊹﹒ᶻ﹕→ ．(＞。☆)﹔⇆﹒ꜛ﹒░﹒❥﹒？﹒！﹒◍﹒﹏﹒✦﹒⟡﹒＞＜﹒◌﹒⿴﹒✧﹒𖥔﹒%﹒﹙﹚﹒◜◡◝﹒ꜝꜝ﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒☓﹒⬦﹒✦﹒◈﹒✶﹒⬙﹒⟡﹒⇆﹒♡﹒﹢﹒ᶻ﹒✹﹒﹢﹒✶﹑〇﹐罒﹢♡﹒⇆﹑⬚﹐ᶻ﹒❀﹐✶﹒▹﹒◖﹒✩﹒∇﹒▨﹐◌﹐❀﹒⿴﹒✿﹢﹐░﹒ᶻz﹐☆﹒⊂⊃﹑ⵌ﹒▦﹒✿﹒⺌﹒◂﹒⿴﹒❰❰﹒♡﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⩇﹒⊞﹐ʬʬ﹒♢﹐ᐢ..ᐢ﹐✩﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⟡﹒✷﹒✕﹐〇﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒⟡﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒♡﹐≋﹒⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒❀﹒﹢﹒⇵﹒⪨﹕↺﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒✶﹐≋﹒⇆﹐ʬʬ﹒﹗﹐➜﹒⬦﹕ᶻz﹒✦﹒﹢﹒▢﹒░﹒⭔﹒ʬʬ﹒✿﹒☰﹐◖◗﹒？﹒✶﹒﹏﹒ꕀ﹑ᵔᴗᵔ﹒ᗢ﹒✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒ꕀ﹐リ﹐口﹐ꕀ﹒（｀δ´）﹒口，✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒░﹒𖦹﹐゛✿﹑（｀δ´）﹒イ。ꕀ﹑リ﹐⊂⊃﹒ꔠ﹒口﹐･ᴗ･﹒░﹑リ﹒◐﹐、﹕✧﹒✶﹔？﹐ʬʬ﹒▹﹒❀﹒⭔﹒▿﹒⺡﹒✿﹒﹢﹒░﹑⬦﹒૪ ﹒〹﹒罒﹒ᶻz﹒◎﹐ꕀ﹒◖◗﹒⺌﹒〣﹒ᗢ﹒⺌﹒⿸﹑ꔠ﹒❀﹒➜﹒▦﹒◐﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒✦﹒★﹒☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹒❀﹕▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹒▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹐➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹕▧﹒⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒₊ˎ✧﹒⪩﹒˃ᴗ˂﹕˃ᗜ˂﹕⿴﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹢◒﹒◎﹒✿﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹐✦﹒✶﹐﹢﹒ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹐×﹐丶﹐＞︿﹒リ﹕﹢﹐﹔★﹒ᶻz﹒⿴﹒⭔﹒✿﹒⊹﹒⭔﹒⨯﹒➜﹒★﹒◞﹒◟◝﹒◜﹒﹪﹒→﹐ıllı﹒★﹒✦﹒⌕﹒⌗﹒✿﹒⊹﹒✸﹒❍﹒⭓﹒◒﹒﹏﹒₊﹒▹﹒ᶻz﹒％﹒◖﹒░﹒ʬʬ﹒⿴﹒⫘﹒◎﹒⨳﹒⌕﹕★﹒☆﹒⌗﹐﹪﹐⌯﹐﹟﹐◐﹒▒﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒❀﹒☆﹒ıllı﹒↺﹒◍﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒░﹒⇵﹒▧﹒◍﹒♡﹕❀﹑⿸﹕▞﹒✿﹒╰﹒░﹐◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒˃ᴗ˂ ♡﹐﹅﹒✿﹒⊞﹒ıllı﹒♡﹒⊞﹕▞﹒✿﹒❀﹒⌕﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒✸﹒▒﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹐♡﹐❀﹒░﹒⇵﹒▨﹕◍﹒♡﹒⌕﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹑♡﹒✿﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒☆﹔⿴﹒⪩﹐ᶻz﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹔﹢﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒◎﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹐⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒ᗢ﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩。ꕀ﹒✿﹒リ﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿴﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒◎﹒☓﹒☆﹔リ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑ꕀ﹒▦﹒リ﹐⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹒ꕀ﹒✿﹔➜﹐﹏﹐★☆﹒┆︎﹒⩇﹒✿﹔✸﹕♡﹐◌﹒❥﹐％﹑〹．ʬʬ﹕੭﹐♢﹒口﹒⇣⇡﹒☆﹔⌗﹒⪩﹐ᶻ﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒！﹒◎﹒リ﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹑∇﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹒⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒⩇﹕✿﹒ʬʬ﹕口﹐〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹐ꕀ﹒✿﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿸﹑␥﹒♡﹕リ﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒☓﹒✩﹒⊞﹕❀﹑◌﹒⊞﹒✸﹕⌗﹕★﹒ᶻz﹒✦﹒★☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹕❀﹒▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹐▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹔➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹐⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✧﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹕˃ᗜ˂﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹐﹢﹐◒﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹒✦﹒✶﹐ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹑ꕤ﹒░﹒◖﹒⟡﹒❀﹒→﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒⊞﹒♡﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒︴﹒✶﹒⭔﹐𓆩♡𓆪﹒リ﹒Ꮺ﹒キ﹒ꗃ﹒⿶﹒⌓﹒〹﹒⧅﹒◆﹒▽﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒⬙﹒⎙﹒◈﹒▣﹒ᶻz﹒⟢﹒ʬʬ﹒⊹﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒⿻﹒⌇﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒○﹒░﹒⇵﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒⬚﹒✸﹒▧﹒◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒✸﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✿﹑⟡﹒❀﹒★﹒➔﹒％﹒ᗜ﹔﹒⌗﹒﹪﹒﹒⟢﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✮﹒^..^﹒✵﹒⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ ﹒︵ ﹕𖹭 ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹🎧₊ ◌ ۪ ࣪₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　

୨୧⸝⸝﹕﹐⊂✦⊃ ‹𝟹 ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ७っ ٫٫ › ‹ ִֶָ ٫ ໋ ᘏ ، ‹𝟹 % ՚ : ζ ゜：✿ 。 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ 𓄼 ⨾ ⩇ ֶָ֢ ໋֢ 𖥻 ⋆ .˖ ᨳ᭬ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ୫꒷ 𖠵 ﹪ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ‹𝟹 ꜝꜝ ʚ ⌕ ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ⌗ ��︎ 𐑺 ࿁ ܸ ݄ ɞ 𐄂 𐂴 𐋉 𐋃 𐙝 ⩀ ݀ ̫ ̲ ﹕ ﹐ ﹔ ﹆ ⠁ ⠘ ⟲ ⟳ ⟡ ⟄ ⟃ ➜ ᨒ ੭ ໒ ꗃ ᨵ ୧ ` ִֶָ֪֢ ▭ᯅǝ ⁃ ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃⠀ヾ⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙ 𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹⟆ ﹏！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ 𖣯 ｡ ꞝ ⩇ ᰍ ≀ ໑ ﾞ ઉ ᨦ ദ ꒷꒦ ꣹ 𔓐 𒀭 ♡︎ ♥︎ 𖡩 ˀ ᵎ ✦ 𔒌 ʾ ໑ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ . 𓄹 𓈒 𓍢 𐇵 ﹆ ✿ ˖ 𖥻 𓎆 ⏉ ੭ ꒳ 。 ❤︎ 𖦹 ଘ ⤹ ꩜ ៹ ִֶָ ᨳ ⊹ 𖧵 ⩩ ៹ 𖤣 ꕀ 𝅦 ꔪ 𖡎 𖦆 𖤛 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ 𖣠 ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ⋯ 𑊩 𝆺𝅥 𓈒 ﹕ 𐫱 𓂅 ⋆ 𔖲 𓁹 𐇲 𔕱 𔒱 𓐩 𓆝 ▬ ▭ ❛ ❜ ❟ ✿ 𖠲 ꒷ ꒥ ꉂ ❩ ๑ Ꮺ ◌ ˖ ࣪ 𖠵 ٬ ⌕ 𔗫 ᥐ ʾ ֛ ៵ ◗ 𓇬︎︎ ᨦ ദ ꜝ ꜞ ◖ ┼ ▀ ▄ ▚ 𔗨 𓍲 ˖ 𓊿 ‣ ପ ﹏ャ 𖥧 ▹ 𖡼 𖥨 𖠌 ୧ ⌇ 𖤣 ᐢ ¸ _ ◂ ๋ ა এ ঌ ໒. ᘛ ᘚ . .⃗ . ⁽ ⁾ ౿ ヾ ᘡ ९ ₆⁶₆ ๑ ᥀ ᖗ ଓ ৴. ৩ ↯ ᤩ ८ १ ഽ ˘ ˇ ৩ ও °. ୭ ꜜ ೨ ⃞ ৡ ২ ᘘ ﹢ ᖘ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ₎ ণ ั ر ⃕ ١⠀ﻬ ७ ۫ ૬ ᝰ ⋆ ⌒ ✶ ঌ ᔉ ۵ ५ ✷ ༄ ˓ 𖥸 𓄻 𓏧 ⌁ ꗃ ꈍ. ᨒ 𖥻 爱 ᠈ ꐑ ꗃ ᨵ 𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶ ！ ʾʾ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ 𖥨 › ⤛ ⤜ ๋ ֢ ָ֪֢ ໑ ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ ៹ ᥫ᭡ .̑ 𖠵 𝅄 ˓˓ ⌯ 𓍼 ⸼ ☓ ﹫ ー ꣹ ⋄ 𓍢 𐄂 ⍈ 𐇵 ⎙⩇⠀⠀⠀𓄹ִִִִִִ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˓⠀⠀˓⠀⠀ ✿⠀⠀⠀⠀՟ ⠀ ─ ⠀⠀·⠀·⠀·⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝆞⠀⠀⠀⠀“⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀▸ ⠀◃ ⠀༉‧₊˚. : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ ☄. *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳�� ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ જ⁀➴ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ ‹3 𖧧.𖥔 ݁ ˖⚘₊ ⊹𓏲 (｡>﹏< ? ♡ !! 𓂃 . ට . . . ˓˓ ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ▯ ◠ ﹟𓈈 ᓚᘏᗢ ◠︰ ⨯ // ╰﹒(੭ ´͈꒳'͈)੭ ╰ ╯╭ ╮ᕱ‧ᕱ (๑•ᴗ•๑) ୨୧ • ·➤ ☆◞ ៸៸ 人 : ★⌒꒷꒦ ⊞ 𐅰 ⎗ 𖣯 ▦ 𐄹 ⋕ ＃ ꖛ 𖥻 ୭ꪆ ᥫ ᘏ Ꮼ ᘓ ୬ ෧ ᘡ 𖥨 𓈈 𓈀 𓈃 𓏔 ୨୧ • : :┊ ʚ︰ ₊˚✿ ꒱ ◠ ꒷꒦ ⌗ ．？！、＂＇（）＠／＆＿＃％；：＋＜＝＞〜… ˁ˙��˙ˀ ꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊ ・〜 ꒷꒦꒰・ ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ୨୧ • : ୧ ₊˚ ⌗ ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊˚ ✦・୨୧・ ˎˊ- 〜 ꒷꒦ ╭・꒷꒦꒰ ︵︵﹆ . ⁺ . ✦ ﹒₊˚𓂃 ★﹒₊‧ ★・⸝⸝﹒₊˚﹕﹒₊‧ ﹒₊˚𓂃・﹕★﹒₊‧ ╰╮﹔﹒⧣₊˚ ˚₊﹒﹒╭╯ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ╭╯ ╰╮l﹒⧣ 𓆩 𓆪 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 ❀ ꈍᴗꈍ ꃋᴖꃋ ⚞ ⚟ ◜◝◞◟(\ /) ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ # ᵎ ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ ៹ ꐑꐑ ᕬ ⎙ ৎ୭ ‹𝟹 ‹𝟥 ❨ ╲ ╱ ❩ ∀ ≧◡≦ ╰╮‹ゞˀˀᗢ__﹞﹝𑁯⌗。▭⋯⏝ — ୨୧ 𓂃 ꩜! . ૮ ╰・손 𓂅 ╭╯: 𖣠︶꒦꒷ ᗢ . ⌗𓂃 ২・◞ ・ ⸝⸝ ҂ 𓂃 ֙⋆ +．★☆ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ᰔ ⺌⺌︿︿ જ⁀➴ ᄋ﹟⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ★˖✦ › # ᵎᵎ モンスタ `·. :¨·.·¨: ⬫ 𓍯 ‹𝟹 ৎ୭ ⪧☆ 𖤐╰►✦₊×・ɞ﹕﹕୨ʚĭɞ୧﹕ ╰ʚ・ ୨୧ ˖ ˚ × ๑ ꈍᴗꈍ Ꮺ ᘏ ⁾ ୨୧・┈・-ଘ੭ˊᵕˋ੭～✧ʚ︰︶︶꒦︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶✧₊˚୨୧ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 . 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ ✧ . ˖˳ ₊ * * ✦ . * ✦˳ ── ˖˚˳:: ๑✦୨୧・ ╰──・──・──・｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ — ⸝⸝ ﾟ･｡･ ⨯ ʚ┊ ⨯ — ⊹ — ✦ ₊˚⌇ ₊˚๑ ゛ × ⌑・ ₊˚๑ ✦ ₊˚⌇ ₊˚๑ ︶꒷꒦ ‧₊ ︶꒷꒦︶꒦ ︶x꒦ • ๑‧˚₊4︶︶୨୧︶︶✦‧₊˚⊹ ˖˚₊ ✎ ( ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶ ) ✧ ⌒⌒ ˚⊹ 「」︰╮ ₊˚๑ ˖˚₊ ୨୧．・୨୧ ︶︶︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒦꒷︶ ✦ ♡ ✧ ︶︶꒦︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦︶ ୨୧． ⌒ ⌒ ⌒ ⌒ ‧₊˚๑ ── ♡ ⊹ ᵎᵎ ──・๑ ₊˚ ꒷꒦ ꒰꒱┇✧． ꒰꒱┇✦． ꒰꒱┇✧． ꒰꒱┇✦． ⁺ ˖˚ ໑ ₊˚ ──・──・・✧ ・・──・── ꒰꒰ ✎ :: ⊹ ── ．． ┄┄ ₊˚๑ ・ ‧ ✎ ₊ ๑ ⋆˚. ⌒⌒ ₊ ๑ ⌒⌒ ₊ ๑ ⌒⌒ ♡₊˚ ❜ ๑ ₊˚ ꒷꒦ ꒰୨୧꒱． ꒰୨୧꒱． ┊ ๑ ˚. ┊ ︰ ┊ ⁀➷ ˖˚₊⠀⠀✧⠀ ♡⠀ ￤⠀✦ ⠀⠀┊ ◞⁺⊹． ⠀⠀꒦ 𖧷 ✦ ┊︰・˚₊ ┊꒰꒰ ꒱꒱ ₊˚๑ ✧ ꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦꒷︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒦︶︶・꒷꒦‧₊˚ ╭──・───────・ˊ＊ ╰──・───────・ˊ＊・꒷꒦‧₊˚ ︵ ⋆｡˚ ︵ ⋆｡˚ ⿻ ˒ 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ︵ ★ ⌒꒷꒦ ﹕⨳ ⁛★☆ 𓈀 : 𓂅 𓄹ㅤ ! ㅤ ৲ ■ ! 𖠳 𓂃 ▦ ! ꯴ ： ❛ ㅤ𖥻 ♥︎.ㅤ縙ㅤ𓍼ㅤ ⊹ ୨୧ (๑꧆◡꧆๑) #O1 , ᵎ ・┈・・┈・・┈・・┈・・┈・ ╰╮ ꒰꒰ㅤ﹕★ #O2 , ᵎ #O3 , ᵎ ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒷꒦︶ : ＃ ☆★ !! — — — — — — — ੭ 𓂅 ・・♡ ~（ゝ。∂） ⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ . ꩜ ⁘ ︻上═ 𓂃 % ¿¿ ˑ ࿏ 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ ࣪ ּ ִ ִ ˑ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅::]̲̅:̲̅::) 𓂃 ִֶָ . ꩜ >﹏★/ ︻デ═ ╭ ﹆ ⁺ ╰╮° ˖ ┊໑ ₊˚ 人 %ᵕ‿‿ᵕ% ꒷꒦% ## 𖧧 𓂃໑#★ ⋆ ˚꒦꒷ ⋆ (ゝ'-')︻デ═一 * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ 𓂂 ꙳ ੭ ₍ ₎ — ᠀ 𝟎𝟏 ! — ᵕ̈ ｡ — ˓ ⋆ 𝟎𝟐 ꜥꜤ ᐢ..ᐢ ━ 𝟎𝟑 ، ㅤㅤᘏ ﹕ ♥︎೨ 𓏲੭ ˒ 𒊹︎ ╰﹒ ˚ ⸼ ۫ 𓍯﹫ 𓏭 ั ᓚᘏᗢ ↯ . . . . ੭ ╾━╤デ╦︻⁰⁰¹∙ ﹕ ₊ ‧ ╱╳╲ ‧⁰⁰²∙ ,, ‧ ⁰⁰³∙ ﹕ ₊ ‧ ╱╳╲ ‧⁰⁰⁴∙ ,, ‧ ➜ ◠ ：ᨓᨓ ៹࣪ ៸៸╭━𖤘・˃ᴗ˂╰━꒰ ᵕ ༝ ᵕ ꒱⋋✦₊꩜﹒𓂅 ˇ ִֶָ ︰꩜？！⋆ 　 ﹒ 　⁺ 　﹒　 ☆ ﹒　　⁺ 　﹒⋆ 　 ﹒ 　⁺ 　﹒　 ★ ﹒　　⁺ 　﹒×ᄋ ☆ ⨾҂ᵎᵎ⁺˒ᘛᘚ✿೨୧ ₪◊⋐⋑˘˘˘Ɛ ❥ ⊹.˚ 𐔌♫ྀི𓈒 ݁⋆ ఇ ♩ ࿐ ᧔♡᧓ 𓊆ྀི 𓊇ྀི ❣︎ °୭̥ ✩ ໒꒱ ୨ৎ ೀ ⪩⪨ 𓋜 𐬹 ۫ ۪ ᩍ 𐙚 ₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ⑅ 𓇥 .☽༊˚ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ‧₊˚﹒♡﹗₊˚⊹❀

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