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āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāϰ āφāϛ⧇āύ āĻŦ⧁āĻāĻŦ⧇āύ āϝ⧇āĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ ✅✅✅
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āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώ āĻ…āύīŋŊīŋŊāĻ—ā§āϰāĻš āĻ“ āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āϰāĻžāϖ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϤ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋ āχāĻŦāϞāĻŋāϏāĨ¤ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ-āĻ—āϰāĻŋāĻŽāĻž āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϰ⧇āĻļāϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āϏ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āϰāĻšāĻŽāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āϏāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇āĨ¤
āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϕ⧋āϰāφāύ⧇ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, 'āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ (āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš) āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύ, ‘āĻ•āĻŋāϏ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇, āϏāĻŋāϜāĻĻāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ› āύāĻž, āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ’? āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻŽāĨ¤ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āφāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻŽāĻžāϟāĻŋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āĨ¤' (āϏ⧁āϰāĻž āφāϰāĻžāĻĢ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ⧧⧍)
āϤāĻŦ⧇ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāĻŋāĻ•āϤāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡Â āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āϞāĻžāϭ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻžÂ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āϚāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻĒāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŖāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āύāĨ¤â€™ ( āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāύāĻ•āĻžāĻŦ⧁āϤ (⧍⧝), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Ŧā§Š)
āĻ…āĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻžā§Ž, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāύ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āϛ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦāϰāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ­ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āϤāĻž āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤Â 
āĻāϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ, āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻžāϰ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϪ⧇āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ, āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧁āĻ āĻžāĻŽ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§Ž-āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻĢāϞāĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāϜ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāϰ āϏ⧇-āχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ°ā§āĻĨ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻ•āϞ⧁āώāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āĻļāĻžāĻŽāϏ (⧝⧧), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§­-⧝)
āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĒāĻĨāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āφāϏāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āωāĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϏ⧁āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤â€™ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāĻĻ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ ā§§ā§Ļ)
āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ, āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻœā§āĻž āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĨ¤â€™  (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āχāύāϏāĻžāύ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Š)
āĻāχ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇, āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧāĻžāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻžāϰ āύ⧀āϤāĻŋāĨ¤ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻāϟāĻžāĻ“ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝ⧇, āϝ⧇ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϏ⧇ āϏāĻĢāϞ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤âœ…✅✅
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āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ—ā§āϰāĻš āĻ“ āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āϰāĻžāϖ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϤ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋ āχāĻŦāϞāĻŋāϏāĨ¤ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ-āĻ—āϰāĻŋāĻŽāĻž āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϰ⧇āĻļāϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āϏ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āϰāĻšāĻŽāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āϏāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇āĨ¤
āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϕ⧋āϰāφāύ⧇ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, 'āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ (āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš) āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύ, ‘āĻ•āĻŋāϏ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇, āϏāĻŋāϜāĻĻāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ› āύāĻž, āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ’? āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻŽāĨ¤ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āφāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻŽāĻžāϟāĻŋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āĨ¤' (āϏ⧁āϰāĻž āφāϰāĻžāĻĢ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ⧧⧍)
āϤāĻŦ⧇ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāĻŋāĻ•āϤāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡Â āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āϞāĻžāϭ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻžÂ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āϚāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻĒāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŖāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āύāĨ¤â€™ ( āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāύāĻ•āĻžāĻŦ⧁āϤ (⧍⧝), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Ŧā§Š)
āĻ…āĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻžā§Ž, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāύ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āϛ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦāϰāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ­ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āϤāĻž āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤Â 
āĻāϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ, āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻžāϰ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϪ⧇āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ, āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧁āĻ āĻžāĻŽ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§Ž-āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻĢāϞāĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāϜ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāϰ āϏ⧇-āχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ°ā§āĻĨ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻ•āϞ⧁āώāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āĻļāĻžāĻŽāϏ (⧝⧧), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§­-⧝)
āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĒāĻĨāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āφāϏāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āωāĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϏ⧁āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤â€™ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāĻĻ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ ā§§ā§Ļ)
āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ, āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻœā§āĻž āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĨ¤â€™  (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āχāύāϏāĻžāύ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Š)
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āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ—ā§āϰāĻš āĻ“ āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āϰāĻžāϖ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϤ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋ āχāĻŦāϞāĻŋāϏāĨ¤ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ-āĻ—āϰāĻŋāĻŽāĻž āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϰ⧇āĻļāϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āϏ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āϰāĻšāĻŽāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āϏāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇āĨ¤
āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϕ⧋āϰāφāύ⧇ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, 'āϤīŋŊīŋŊīŋŊāύāĻŋ (āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš) āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύ, ‘āĻ•āĻŋāϏ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇, āϏāĻŋāϜāĻĻāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ› āύāĻž, āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ’? āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻŽāĨ¤ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āφāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻŽāĻžāϟāĻŋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āĨ¤' (āϏ⧁āϰāĻž āφāϰāĻžāĻĢ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ⧧⧍)
āϤāĻŦ⧇ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāĻŋāĻ•āϤāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡Â āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āϞāĻžāϭ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻžÂ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āϚāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻĒāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŖāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āύāĨ¤â€™ ( āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāύāĻ•āĻžāĻŦ⧁āϤ (⧍⧝), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Ŧā§Š)
āĻ…āĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻžā§Ž, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāύ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āϛ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦāϰāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ­ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āϤāĻž āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤Â 
āĻāϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ, āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻžāϰ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϪ⧇āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ, āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧁āĻ āĻžāĻŽ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§Ž-āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻĢāϞāĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāϜ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāϰ āϏ⧇-āχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ°ā§āĻĨ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻ•āϞ⧁āώāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āĻļāĻžāĻŽāϏ (⧝⧧), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§­-⧝)
āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĒāĻĨāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āφāϏāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āωāĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϏ⧁āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤â€™ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāĻĻ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ ā§§ā§Ļ)
āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ, āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻœā§āĻž āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĨ¤â€™  (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āχāύāϏāĻžāύ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Š)
āĻāχ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇, āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧāĻžāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻžāϰ āύ⧀āϤāĻŋāĨ¤ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻāϟāĻžāĻ“ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝ⧇, āϝ⧇ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϏ⧇ āϏāĻĢāϞ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤âœ…✅✅
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āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ—ā§āϰāĻš āĻ“ āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āϰāĻžāϖ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϤ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋ āχāĻŦāϞāĻŋāϏāĨ¤ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ-āĻ—āϰāĻŋāĻŽāĻž āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϰ⧇āĻļāϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āϏ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āϰāĻšāĻŽāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āϏāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇āĨ¤
āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϕ⧋āϰāφāύ⧇ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, 'āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ (āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš) āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύ, ‘āĻ•āĻŋāϏ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇, āϏāĻŋāϜāĻĻāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ› āύāĻž, āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ’? āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻŽāĨ¤ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āφāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻŽāĻžāϟāĻŋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āĨ¤' (āϏ⧁āϰāĻž āφāϰāĻžāĻĢ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ⧧⧍)
āϤāĻŦ⧇ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāĻŋāĻ•āϤāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡Â āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āϞāĻžāϭ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻžÂ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āϚāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻĒāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŖāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āύāĨ¤â€™ ( āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāύāĻ•āĻžāĻŦ⧁āϤ (⧍⧝), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Ŧā§Š)
āĻ…āĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻžā§Ž, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāύ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āϛ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦāϰāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ­ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āϤāĻž āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤Â 
āĻāϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ, āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻžāϰ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϪ⧇āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ, āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧁āĻ āĻžāĻŽ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§Ž-āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻĢāϞāĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāϜ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāϰ āϏ⧇-āχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ°ā§āĻĨ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻ•āϞ⧁āώāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āĻļāĻžāĻŽāϏ (⧝⧧), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§­-⧝)
āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĒāĻĨāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āφāϏāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āωāĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϏ⧁āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤â€™ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāĻĻ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ ā§§ā§Ļ)
āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ, āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻœā§āĻž āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĨ¤â€™  (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āχāύāϏāĻžāύ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Š)
āĻāχ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇, āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧāĻžāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻžāϰ āύ⧀āϤāĻŋāĨ¤ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻāϟāĻžāĻ“ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝ⧇, āϝ⧇ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϏ⧇ āϏāĻĢāϞ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤âœ…✅✅
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āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ—ā§āϰāĻš āĻ“ āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āϰāĻžāϖ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϤ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋ āχāĻŦāϞāĻŋāϏāĨ¤ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ-āĻ—āϰāĻŋāĻŽāĻž āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϰ⧇āĻļāϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āϏ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āϰāĻšāĻŽāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āϏāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇āĨ¤
āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϕ⧋āϰāφāύ⧇ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, 'āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ (āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš) āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύ, ‘āĻ•āĻŋāϏ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇, āϏāĻŋāϜāĻĻāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ› āύāĻž, āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ’? āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻŽāĨ¤ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āφāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻŽāĻžāϟāĻŋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āĨ¤' (āϏ⧁āϰāĻž āφāϰāĻžāĻĢ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ⧧⧍)
āϤāĻŦ⧇ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāĻŋāĻ•āϤāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡Â āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āϞāĻžāϭ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻžÂ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āϚāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻĒāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŖāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āύāĨ¤â€™ ( āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāύāĻ•āĻžāĻŦ⧁āϤ (⧍⧝), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Ŧā§Š)
āĻ…āĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻžā§Ž, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāύ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āϛ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦāϰāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ­ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āϤāĻž āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤Â 
āĻāϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ, āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻžāϰ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϪ⧇āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ, āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧁āĻ āĻžāĻŽ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§Ž-āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻĢāϞāĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāϜ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāϰ āϏ⧇-āχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ°ā§āĻĨ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻ•āϞ⧁āώāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āĻļāĻžāĻŽāϏ (⧝⧧), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§­-⧝)
āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĒāĻĨāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āφāϏāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āωāĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϏ⧁āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤â€™ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāĻĻ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ ā§§ā§Ļ)
āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ, āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻœā§āĻž āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĨ¤â€™  (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āχāύāϏāĻžāύ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Š)
āĻāχ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇, āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧāĻžāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻžāϰ āύ⧀āϤāĻŋāĨ¤ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻāϟāĻžāĻ“ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝ⧇, āϝ⧇ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϏ⧇ āϏāĻĢāϞ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤âœ…✅✅
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āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ āϞāĻžāϭ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāĻžāϝāĻŧ ✅✅✅
āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ—ā§āϰāĻš āĻ“ āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āϰāĻžāϖ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϤ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻŦāĻžā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋ āχāĻŦāϞāĻŋāϏāĨ¤ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ-āĻ—āϰāĻŋāĻŽāĻž āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϰ⧇āĻļāϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ…āĻšāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāϪ⧇ āϏ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āϰāĻšāĻŽāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āϏāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇āĨ¤
āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϕ⧋āϰāφāύ⧇ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, 'āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ (āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš) āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύ, ‘āĻ•āĻŋāϏ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇, āϏāĻŋāϜāĻĻāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ› āύāĻž, āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ’? āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻŽāĨ¤ āφāĻĒāύāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ, āφāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻŽāĻžāϟāĻŋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āĨ¤' (āϏ⧁āϰāĻž āφāϰāĻžāĻĢ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ⧧⧍)
āϤāĻŦ⧇ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāĻŋāĻ•āϤāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡Â āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āϞāĻžāϭ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻžÂ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻ• āĻĒā§āϰāĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āϚāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļā§āϝāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻĒāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŖāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āύāĨ¤â€™ ( āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāύāĻ•āĻžāĻŦ⧁āϤ (⧍⧝), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Ŧā§Š)
āĻ…āĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻžā§Ž, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ  āĻŽāύ⧇ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āϛ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦāϰāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϖ⧁āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ­ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āϤāĻž āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύāĨ¤Â 
āĻāϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ, āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻžāϰ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϪ⧇āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ, āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧁āĻ āĻžāĻŽ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§Ž-āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻœā§āĻžāĻžāύ āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύāĨ¤ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻĢāϞāĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāϜ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāϰ āϏ⧇-āχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ°ā§āĻĨ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻ•āϞ⧁āώāĻŋāϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āĻļāĻžāĻŽāϏ (⧝⧧), āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§­-⧝)
āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻĒāĻĨāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāϰ āφāϏāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ“ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āωāĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϏ⧁āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤â€™ (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāĻĻ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ ā§§ā§Ļ)
āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇, ‘āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ, āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻœā§āĻž āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāĻžāχāϞ⧇ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀āĨ¤â€™  (āϏ⧂āϰāĻž āφāϞ-āχāύāϏāĻžāύ, āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ, ā§Š)
āĻāχ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇, āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāϕ⧇ āĻ¸ā§ŽāĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžāύ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧāĻžāχ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻš āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϞāĻžāϰ āύ⧀āϤāĻŋāĨ¤ āφāϝāĻŧāĻžāϤ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻāϟāĻžāĻ“ āĻŦā§‹āĻāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝ⧇, āϝ⧇ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϏ⧇ āϏāĻĢāϞ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤âœ…✅✅
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āĻšā§‡āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇āϤ āφāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻžāĻšāϰ āĻšāĻžāϤ⧇, āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϝāĻžāϕ⧇ āχāĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āϤāĻž āĻĻāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ
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cluescorner ¡ 7 months ago
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The Council of Optimuses: Pleasant, generally positive, they exiled Bayverse a while ago but they still check in once in a while to make sure he's ok/out of curiosity, Earthspark enables One's 'I can fix him' delusion to the point that Prime is falling into it too, IDW does NOT want to add to the delusion pile so he shuts up, Cyberverse kinda doesn't want to be at this meeting it feels too much like a party, IDW keeps making calls to somebody but he won't tell anyone who, they used to have 'bring your Bumblebee to work day' but Skybound had a breakdown over it so they can't do that anymore, everybody is suspicious of Skybound's new arm but the only person who actually brought it up was Bayverse whose solution was 'kill him' so now everybody thinks they are getting paranoid and should maybe start seeing a therapist (they should start seeing therapists, but they ARE right about the arm).
The Council of Megatrons: They are having a great time even if it looks horrible from the outside looking in, Prime constantly wants to fight IDW for his spot as the strongest Megatron but IDW is not about that, they tried to kick out Earthspark but he somehow keeps getting in (IDW leaves the door open), One has like 5 devils on his shoulder telling him to escalate and two fallen angels who are desperately trying to get across that maybe total destruction isn't the move, IDW is trying to hide his redemption arc in order to keep the situation under control (only Earthspark is aware of it, though Skybound has his suspicions), Cyberverse always tries to kill the others to take over their universes and it's the highlight of everybody's month, Bayverse is mocked for being killed by Optimus but secretly everybody is kinda jealous about it (Prime especially), one time an unidentified Starscream (it was Animated) broke in and it was on sight (he got away because every Megatron wanted to be the one who killed him and they fought each other over it), IDW keeps taking calls from somebody but he won't tell anyone who, Skybound can listen in on his Optimus's meetings due to being his arm and reports back, there is an ongoing debate about whether Galvatrons should be included.
Inspired by @jyang030107 's art of ES and IDW Megs advising their One counterpart.
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spacetimeaccordionfolder ¡ 3 months ago
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singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain
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mageknife ¡ 4 months ago
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Cole: His face in the stands, watching as I pass the test. So proud there's tears in his eyes.
Cole: Anything to make him happy, anything.
Cole: Why isn't that true anymore?
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Dorian: He says we’re alike. Too much pride. Once I would have been overjoyed to hear him say that. Now I’m not certain.
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Halward: This is not what I wanted.
Dorian: I'm never what you wanted, Father, or had you forgotten?
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Nightmare: Greetings, Dorianâ€Ļ It is Dorian, isn’t it? For a moment, I mistook you for your father.
#nightmare comparing him to his father is crazy. because like#i don’t think dorian is even aware that he compares himself to halward#he always tries to insist that halward is better than he probably actually is. ‘he’s a good man deep down’ etc#and it’s entangled with his own worries about whether he’s a good person. always trying to do the right thing. to be the good tevinter#to help others wherever he can and apologize for his missteps and learn from experiences he doesn’t understand#all things that halward never does. he doesn’t apologize to dorian. he doesn’t try to change anything in tevinter. and i think dorian knows#that halward is not as good of a person as he’s tried to convince himself that he is. and that scares him#because he works so hard to be good. but what if it’s not enough? what if he’s just lying to himself like he does about his father?#he so desperately wants to be different than halward. wants to be better. and accepting that halward is just like all the other magisters#really opens up the fear of him being just like them too. which is so mortifying that he can’t face it#nightmare yanks it out from the depths of his soul. you could turn out just like him. how are you different? what makes you better?#his greatest fear is temptation. he fears giving in to the easier option. he fears that he won’t be strong enough to stick to his principle#because taking the path of least resistance just leaves things as they are. is halward really a good man if he never takes the hard road?#‘he taught me principle is important.’ but he was a hypocrite. he betrayed his principles because it was easier#than doing the right thing. and dorian is terrified more than anything else that he’ll follow in halward’s footsteps#argh.#doyou know wgat i’m saying. there’s so much here#dorian pavus#eliasposts
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fatedroses ¡ 11 months ago
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And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.
#ffxiv#sketch#wol#meteor survivor#zenos yae galvus#adventurer zenos#oh no#its the consequences of his actions#everything is fine until the only man on the star you care about looks at you with the same contempt your father did#(Meteor's not doing it intentionally- its a reflex after he comes back for quite a bit)#and zenos is getting bodied because its been a while since... you know... him being able to really feel anything at all#and no- its not him regretting anything that had to do with varis- just him regretting the thought meteor could look at him like that#little does Meteor know he's emotionally bodying the man he's trying to be cordial with#its a little okay because in how I write adventurer zenos this serves as one of his main wake-up calls to make some changes#and realizing both the mistakes he's made with meteor and that meteor hating him in any way is actually -not at all- what he wants#but not okay on the end that every time meteor does this he has to watch zenos actively dissociate right in front of him#until zenos just kinda autopilots and walks away#the second time (or perhaps third) in the last 11 years that zenos has felt regret to any major capacity-#on meteor's end I just enjoy seeing the progression of the WoL through subtext#and why meteor is willing to even entertain the idea despite how much he hates zenos- his decisions and the path he's walked#is the realization that there is high chance that he could actually be a direct catalyst for zenos' growth#and the realization the wol has that they were the only one zenos has ever genuinely reached out to#besides- i just like the idea of having your equal other half fighting back to back with you- or being able to handle threats you cant#and i find their dynamic neat- of meteor not forgiving zenos but giving him his last chance- and growing to enjoy being around him#and zenos being able to work on moving past being the weapon or the monster- finding the connections he's longed for#and giving himself purpose to finally truly just live- for him to learn to experience and have the freedom to find what he enjoys#(and curiously him having estinien's brand of accidently helping people even in StB gives me ideas...)#but enough tag ranting- ill get to zenos' actual adventuring in another post lol
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missescalientee ¡ 3 months ago
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You mentioned Branch is a lot more u in the AU he went with JD & Jade
Will this sweep Poppy off her feet perchance? 👀
To me Branch is always the one who falls first in every universe, their friendship and his crush would start in movie one and he’d be hardcore flirting and she just doesn’t notice because of everything going on
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They would meet around the time OG Branch would’ve come to rescue her
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At some point I'll clean these up and line them but I've been having entire arm issues so we got sketches rn
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Things aren't all cupcakes and rainbows with the two of them, even with Branch not being gray he still harbors some worry and sadness which would end up being a point of conflict
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Not shown to great extent here but his inability to see "the silver lining" would become a moment of conflict for them in place of singing killed my grandma
Also what Lief is doing during all of that:
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He gets sent back to trolls village to help them hide from the Bergens while Poppy is away!
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askfordoodles ¡ 8 months ago
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felt so euphoric to be able to come out as nb/trans in Veilguard, loved the added dialogue they took the time to write and record just for such scenarios
now can we PLEASE make a game where u can explicitly, verbally come out as ace, and also without it automatically locking you out of the romance path
pls bioware (and other companies) some of us are STARVING
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imminent-danger-came ¡ 1 year ago
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Lady Bone Demon: "Do not lament your fate child, you can rest knowing you served your purpose—destiny has found you."
(2x10 This is the End!)
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Lady Bone Demon: "A reminder: it seems you can not be trusted to willingly follow the path of destiny. But know this: If you betray me again—one misstep, one failure in any way—I will erase the very memory of you."
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Tang: "You're wrong. I know I'm not a strong as they are. I may still be searching for my purpose—but what I do know, is that doing it alone is not the path I'm destined to take. Deep in my heart, I know my place is alongside my friends."
(3x08 Benched)
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Lady Bone Demon: "I sent you a task—you were to retrieve the Monkie King and his protÊgÊ, yet you refused the path of destiny and so there will be pain."
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Tang: "STOP! It was me! I mean, yeah, Macaque forced me to do it and I am definitely starting to have second thoughts on the whole thing now but- I don't know how and I don't know why, I just felt like I had to. Like it was...destiny!" Lady Bone Demon Voice Over: "Destiny can not be undone Sun Wukong."
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Lady Bone Demon: "No matter what you do, you cannot change the path of destiny." MK: "I don't know if this all happened because it was destined to, but I have to believe that I found the staff so I could use it for good." [...] "If you really believed that destiny can't be changed, you wouldn't be using every ounce of power you have to keep him contained!"
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Lady Bone Demon: “Know this, monkey, you and I are not so different. We both fight for what we think is right—that pursuit only leads to one thing." MK: "Hmmhm. To destiny, right?" Lady Bone Demon: "No. To pain."  
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MK: "I can't believe that worked!" Tang: "Eh, if that was destined to go wrong, then it would have!"
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Tang: "If your bonds of friendships our strong, then you will always find your way back to one another!"
(4x04 Pig Napped!)
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Macaque: "Wukong was on a path of self-destruction, we all were. But when he met the monk, it set him on a different path." MK: "Ah! The path of the good guy! Making those good life choices?"
(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)
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Purpose, Pain, and the Path of Destiny
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lonestardust ¡ 8 months ago
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carlos' eyes in the meeting room........ carlos' eyes at the hospital..... at the IC room..... his guts are boiling with hot rage!!! this very stubborn hope. it's in the clench of his jaw since the funeral. the lump in his throat that he swallows back every time because that's how the gut-wrenching vestige of murder that hasn't received its justice yet feels like."i see it now. the eyes.." because that's the glimpse of the resolute unswerving gabriel in him that echos 'if there are tears to weep we do it when the time comes, not before'. you grief but you don't get defeated when there is still work to do in order to rest in that grief. and GODDD carlos is so righteously resolved about getting there. i want him so so bad to solve the case. finally bring that retribution and avenge his family and himself. he's been in the waxing and waning throes for too long he only deserves the purgation and finality of it more than anything!!!!!
because no way all of this relentless endeavour and sharp stubborn wit would culminate to anything but cracking it. even storytelling wise that would be disheartening not to bring it to its desired ends. because imagine. all this time carlos was so right about the rangers from the start. then he looped in. was kept so close under their wing. and then he now realises that he wasn't really truly '''stuck''' but he was trapped and misled instead and it's all tumbling down now over their heads and he's seeing through the cracks. finally the darkness makes sense and he can move in action through the pinnacle and into the resolution!!!
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yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit ¡ 10 months ago
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Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.
I don't have external meltdowns.
I could. I don't let it happen.
I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.
So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.
She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.
Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].
It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.
They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.
I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.
I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.
I couldn't understand what made her like this.
But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.
If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.
And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*
And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?
My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.
Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???
And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.
I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*
She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.
I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.
So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.
But I told her hundreds of times.
I probably should have just screamed at her.
#good stay out of our yard' and he didn't seem to know what to say to that#but other than that I don't think anyone in my adult life has ever seen me turn aggressive at all to the point where people 100% like to#play games of testing my patience and my boundaries because they think my tolerance is infinite#but like I have autistic rage tantrums on both sides of my family and they are just happening inside my head#And somehow it took me until now to realize that being that way was actually -expected- of me by my parents and especially my mother#and that by keeping myself outwardly level headed to be considerate I actually took away whatever signals she can understand#to have empathy for how I must be feeling#I mean it's still all on her#but it makes so much sense of why she's fucking *like this*#And why my sister thinks I hate her just because -she- stopped texting -me-#but that fucking guy#Every time I was like#In my adult life I have screamed at someone ONE whole time and it was 1000% deserved#And I threw heavy objects around one whole other time and in my defense I didn't do it in front of the guy he just felt the ground shaking#heard the thuds and came back to the logs blocking his path because that fucker wouldn't stop parking in our yard after being asked#and then TOLD not to about 10 times because he was acting entitled to just park in our yard and was crushing my plants???#seriously I don't know what his deal was but he wouldn't stop telling me how much the ground shaking scared him like it was supposed#to get my pity like I think this guy took one look at the logs I had just tossed down and was suddenly afraid of this “woman” he was#bullying in their own yard and so my ability to feel bad for scaring him had gone straight out the fucking window#I looked at him and said stop parking in our yard instead of your own you are killing my plants#he'd just fucking be like 'well the last people to live here let us D: :)“ and I'd be like ”good for them?“ ”stop“#and he'd just keep doing it#I was having a week of insomnia and was finally having the best dream#the kind of sex dream you have like twice in your life#and this fucker had just gotten some noisy ass little bike with a spoiler on it#and starts it up right under my window at 3am from IN OUR FUCKING YARD#so I had a nice long anger nap and just after he got home from work and was sleeping in his house#I picked up these chunks of deadwood tree from the back#there was like 3-4 logs that used to be a WHOLEASS fucking oak tree Like these logs were not as heavy as they -looked- but they were still#this fucker deleted half the tags I wrote and I am not retyping that fuck you tumblr so fucking hard
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opens-up-4-nobody ¡ 4 months ago
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#it's strange to have a self contained perfectionism. i know other people who wish they could control other people out of being chaotic.#people who try to make everything black or white. people who want to always be in control of their situation and the big dangerous vehicles#they travel within. but that's not how my control issues manifest. i think people are allowed to be messy and irratic. i like when#situations and ideas are nuanced. i would rather not be in complete control of my surroundings. the only thing i need complete and utter#control of is myself. i am not allowed to be messy. i want everything about myself to be black or white. i want to have complete control of#this human vessel. my perfectionism is self contained. and its deeply irrational. and deeply frustrating because my perfectionism is#imperfect and lazy. because im getting better and its difficult but easier than i would have expected. and rationally i know thats a good#thing but then all i see is my lack of conviction. if i was more perfect i would be worse. if i was more perfect someone would have noticed#how sick i was or would have actually said or done something. someone would have stopped me. so i wasnt really that sick and im not really#that sick now. and its not a big deal. because it all seems so easy now. so it seems like i was just a slightly odd very quiet kid with#control issues who stopped eating and never learned how to take up any space. and i get so fucking frustrated at every doctor i talk to#because they all treat me so gently and talk to me so cautiously and i know thats their job and i know they're saying the right things. but#its not like i stumbled blindly into this. i did it intentionally and maliciously. i know its a road paved in suffering and ending in death.#that was the point. this wasnt born of vanity it was born of malice. and youre only worried now because im telling you to worry so shut the#fuck up and let me fix my own problem. its just that i never intended to make is this far and that me of the past was trying to poison my#future. so i have 15yrs curroded and spongy from wishing death upon myself. and now that the idea of my box of ashes sitting on my dad's#mantle next to my mom's rips me apart i have to find a new path forward. even when all i can think is that i still wish i was worse#resenting that i have to get better when it feels easier to be distructive. if you hand me a knife my instict is to twist it in my gut. so#what now? its just irritating. because i always was and remain a picky eater so i have to choose to choke down whats on my plate.#anyway. just another adventure in the eternal paradox of internal perfectionism while being a compulsively analytical ecologist.#unrelated
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