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"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄"

ㅡcw: pre shibuya arc, implied mc death, time loop au ㅡa/n: leave any comments or feedback in the comments ! love you all <3

chapter ii.

That   night   the   wind   sat   dormant   and  the atmosphere ,  stubborn  as  he  is,  was  too  heavy  to move  against. All  that  was  to  be  heard  were  the sparks of candles dimly lighting the room ahead showing the flickering shadows of teachers and students who stood in wavering sorrow. Looming stature in the room where everything would come to an end and a new beginning would flourish once again. An inevitable starting event that even the most powerful sorcerers could not stop. No matter the pools of bloodshed that coated the floors, the copious amounts of villains slain, nor the powerful alliances made along the way gave opportunity for a different,  more peaceful, ending. 

The raven-haired student isolated himself from the tragic ceremony that was to take place. Guilt steeped high within himself knowing that he should be inside with the rest of the students and teachers. He could already imagine the pitied faces of them all, the heavy hands on his shoulder trying to console him, and even worse he knew that they would only bring him anger. There is nothing to console anymore, it’s out of their hands and his. An unfair reality that they had to painfully digest. 

The shuffling of shoes on the floorboard gave Megumi clear enough evidence that the worst was about to start. God he knew he should be in there, but his body forbade him from taking that step towards the back door. One move and everything would be absolute. 

Gods above he really should be there with him. 

That night the link between him and Itadori turned itself away. As if the act of being together one more time would break their soul entirely. 

Guilt and remorse began to devour the sorcerer, overtaking all his senses. The noise of the temple occupants and the accompanying forest just ahead combined into one unfaltering buzz. A cold sweat coated his face and arms. Be it the cold emerging as the sun slowly began to finish its purpose for the day or rather the feeling of desolation that lay dormant in his chest. Megumi’s body took over as his mind laid to rest in disassociation. Trembling legs took one step in front of the other as the broken boy treads into the forest, no destination in mind. All he knew was the further he was from Itadori the less it would hurt when he was gone. He had no right to be in that room. All his might and determination all for nothing. He couldn’t save him, his one true love, so what gave him the right to walk in and show his face? It was a cruel situation to even fathom being done to such a young man and yet the universe will keep teaching forward without an ounce of remorse. Sorcerer or citizen you are doomed to end. The winds will still brush against the trees, birds will still soar, and the sun will rise and fall as the days end.

It is all inevitable.

The boy couldn’t make sense of how far he had ventured, but the path started to become unfamiliar.

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𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 !!

𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛，𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ？？

𝑁𝑂 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔！

𝐼’𝑀 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝒚𝒐𝒖!

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𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Many ages ago Death was defeated and sealed. Immortality is the norm, but the loss of death has lead to a society of ultralites that rule over never dying slaves. As Death’s first reaper after the unsealing, you are here to remind them why Death exists… and why your master should be feared.

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"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄"

ㅡcw: pre shibuya arc, implied mc death, time loop au

ㅡa/n: leave any comments or feedback in the comments ! love you all &lt;3

chapter i.

His hands were always calloused and rough, yet to me it was the most gentle hand I've ever placed my own in. His hands bore the blood of many curses the same as me and all the other sorcerers, but his face looked so innocent and his smile would melt all your problems away. It was only if you truly looked deep in those eyes that you would see all the suffering he upheld. All the pain and loss he had to endure so early into his life. 

How?

 How can someone still smile and laugh after everything that was done to him? After all the people he lost and all the many wounds and burdens he carried? 

That’s what intrigued me about Itadori. I envied his optimism. No. I merely wanted to be able to see the world through his eyes. See the world in a different perspective, one that might show worthwhile things.

His optimism brought the best out in others and in one way or another I feel like he brought it out of me as well. For that I will always be grateful. 

With our fingers intertwined we continued our way to the local park. The evening air was crisp and just a faint smell of rain that was soon to come. Training ended later in the day which meant we had the rest of the evening to ourselves. I guess looking at it from an outside perspective one would say we were on a date.

A simple, easy going couple…

But they’d be wrong.

A couple is tied together. Each other's paths are woven and intertwined as one. A couple is by the other's side and supporting one another through the toughest battles. A couple isn’t afraid to show affection. Stick by the other side through thick and thin. A couple says and shows their i love you ’s. 

We…

We are not a couple.

We could never be a couple.

And we can never say i love you .

Because if those simple three words were to leave one of our mouths, everything would go to chaos. It would make us official, it would make this real, but worst of all it would make the inevitable future even more agonizing for the both of us. 

So we can’t be more than what we are now. Whatever that may be.

We finally arrived at our usual spot just away from all the food stalls and citizens. It was a rather old bridge, but still sturdy as ever. Forestry covered around us leaving the sounds of nature to be our only company. The wind was tame today and the temperature dropped as the minutes passed us. By the looks of the gray clouds it was most definitely going to rain. Maybe we should cut our hangout short. There is always next week and who knows maybe Gojo will give us yet another “rest day”. It seems like he’s been giving those out a lot. Probably just another excuse so he can laze around like he always does.

Only minutes pass before Yuuji breaks the silence.

❝ Fushiguro❞ he spoke just barely above a whisper. 

Sure Yuuji could be quiet and soft spoken at times, but this time．．．this time it felt different.

𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.

I turned to face him and just as I expected, his eyes were averted and seemingly avoidant. His face was painted with pain and his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were turning pale. Yuuji was always so happy and full of energy when we went out, but not today. I should have noticed it sooner, he really isn’t okay. I should say 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 

❝ What happened ？❞  

It wasn’t much to say, but the sooner we get to the point the sooner I can help him. 

❝ Wha- I was working up to saying it ！❞ 

Itadori stuttered out. His face twisted with nervousness and hesitancy as he fidgeted with his hands. It was almost cute．．．

I placed my hand on top of his hoping to assist with the anxiety as I waited for him to continue.

❝ We found the last of them…of Sukuna’s fingers. ❞ he eyes swelled up with tears just barely holding in. 

In an instant the atmosphere shifted and the air felt as if it closed around our bodies. It was suffocating. My heart felt as if it was being strangled by the hands of something else. Not letting go and only squeezing harder and harder. As if I would intake a breath it would only tighten more and just as fast my body would collapse all together. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, hell I probably haven’t even blinked. All I could do was stare into his gentle eyes that illuminated like a malt mountain gaze. They were always full of life and positivity even with the circumstances he had faced in life. It was admirable, really. But on the same hand it was also heartbreaking. He carries so much in his heart and shoulders others burdens along with his own. And someday that will also be the reason for his demise. But that’s always how Itadori lives. 

That will never change.

❝ So it’s finally…happening ? ❞ 

Just as the words escaped my mouth I wanted to take them back. Keep them buried so deep inside that eventually they would disappear forever. As long as the words weren’t spoken then the reality of the situation won’t come to light…right? It can’t be real. I can’t accept it. It’s unfair.

❝ Yes. ❞ 

Please don’t let this be real.

Please. Please. Please. PLEASE.

At that very moment even prayers and calling out to any god or any deity was on the table. Whatever it takes to just give me more time. That’s all I ask for. 

Am I really asking for much?

Taking a step closer I grasped both his hands into my own. Shifting my head down facing the floor. Looking Itadori in the face was too unbearable. I knew if I looked up he would be flashing that stupid smile of his and it would absolutely kill me. How could he be so accepting of what’s at stake? How is he so calm? How?! 

I couldn’t tell if it was me shaking or him. Hell it very well could be the both of us. And before I could even realize tears were spilling out of me. Landing on our interlooped hands. The hands that held one another. That fought curses. That carried wounds and love.

  Tears on the pavement where we would stand for hours just to get away from it all and be us. Just the two of us and the empty sky. To talk about anything and everything without the fear of judgment or aversion. Merely two young lovers finally feeling serenity and tranquility for even just a brief moment in the safe company of each other. 

Yuuji's arms wrapped around my body, balling his fists with the back of my shirt. He was trembling just as much as I was. Anguish filled both our hearts knowing the reality of the situation. There was no other way this could go. There’s no solution. No happy ending.

 No more time.

He’s been dead since the beginning.

I was too weak, too slow to figure something out. If there was even a solution out there. I didn’t work hard enough! I could have fixed this! I could have done something . 

 My knees felt weak as if they could give out at any moment. Agony pressed unyielding in my chest trying to escape in a fit of painful screams. 

Was I really this useless? I couldn’t even save the one I truly loved.

So what does that make me?

Pathetic excuses of exhales escaped my lips as I tried to fathom words, but all I could let myself speak out was what Yuuji deserved to hear.

❝ I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger. ❞

chapter ii

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"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄"

ㅡcw: pre shibuya arc, implied mc death, time loop au

ㅡa/n: multiple chapters in the future i promise ! please leave feedback i would love to hear from you all &lt;3

epilogue.

song : give it back - co shu nie

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Frost just barely peaked along the edges of the walkway and the misty air brushed ever so delicately against the forestry on either side. A Buddhist Temple resides just ahead, operating as a high school for jujutsu sorcerers. The Autumn air kept the twigs and bark stiff with cold and leaves began to fall fast as the temperature became too much to bare for the trees.

Ever so often a gentle breeze would billow what remained on the path making room for more leaves and twigs to follow suit. With that the cold Autumn cycle began and all of who were once outside, confided inside their warm rooms in the school.

All but one.

With their back turned stood a young sorcerer himself. His posture as though the world laid upon his shoulders, even the slightest touch upon them would send everything crumbling down. Such a heavy pain for a young man and yet his face was expressionless. As though both mind and body was a bare vacant vessel.

next chapter(s) : ch i.

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"𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒, 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒"

ㅡ cw: pre kenjaku , hurt comfort, panic attack

ㅡ a/n: commission request from my friend, i hope you guys enjoy !

The life of a sorcerer was never easy and anyone to talk as if it was, never had been a true sorcerer. It was a demanding and life-sucking job. To some it was what got them out of bed in the morning, their own motivation to keep going and to grow for themselves and those around them. It was a badge of honor in which they held high on their chest. That feeling of promise and responsibility to help the cities less fortunate. Being a sorcerer was like being a hero and as all the shows and comics will show you, the hero holds the biggest grin of pride on their face. They never ask for words of gratitude. Never ask for anything in return other than a promise to be safe or more cautious in the future. 

But is that truly fair ?

Why is it that those blessed with the power and strength of a sorcerer have to lower themselves to those of the unfortunate. They’re not special and yet we treat them as if they deserve anything and everything. So when do we draw the line ? When will it be us sorcerers turn to benefit ? 

The hands of justice and shitty reality tugged back and forth at the dark haired student as he sit at the edge of his bed. 

EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE . . .

Was this truly all he was good for ? Is this going to be his life over and over again ? An endless cycle of putrid disgusting curses being consumed by him and only him. All that weight weighing on his shoulders as he continues to lose himself physically and mentally. When will it all wash away from the sorcerer's mind just as he washes away the exorcized souls that are consistently digested.

Will this path curse him as well ?

Scattered around his room were clothes in disarray, half empty soba noodle cups, sticky half finished vending machine coffee cans that, all together, emitted a rather muggy and sour smell encasing the small space. But to Geto, did it truly matter what was or was not in the room ? It’s not like he would be around much longer. 

After his talk with Yuki he was sure he knew what needed to be done. Sure he would miss Shoko and Satoru, but for the better of the curse society ties needed to be cut. Even more so they weren’t even here or have the knowledge of what’s going on. 

Once again Geto was being pulled by rationality. A part of him didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to go down the path of a true “only sorcerers” society. Maybe things would change for the better. Maybe it would get easier just after it got worse. It has to. Because if it doesn’t - if this is truly how life will go is there ever going to be a just world to live in ?

The tugs of justice and reality turned into heavy pulls. The sorcerer's mind was spinning into chaos as tears filled his eyes. As some false sense of stopping the spiral the Geto gripped tufts of hair into each hand and yanked down, the mental weight of it all forcing him to fall to his knees. Chest tightening as his entire body began to tremble and a wave of nauseating chills encased him. A numbness spread to his fingertips as his grip tightened. The sorcerers breathing became sporadic as he inhaled the familiar revolting smell of his room. It felt like he was once again ingesting yet another rotten soul. Flashbacks flickered in his mind.

  EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISEINGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISEINGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISEINGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISEINGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISEINGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISEINGEST EXORCISE INGEST EXORCISE.

An anguished cry belted out of Geto, tears rushing down his face letting any and all emotions that were once forced down, out for no one see. No one to hear, but him. In only seconds Suguru knew no one was left to help, no one to steer him away from the hollow-hearted path that is probable to come and yet a part of him wished - god he so desperately wished - that his ivory haired companion would burst through that door and embrace him. Embrace him the way he always craved, yet never yearned to reach out for. An embrace so strong and unyielding that would wash away all evil from his mind. All to be left would just be him. 

Them .

Pessimism rotted his brain.

But how could someone like me ask for something so undeserving.

A doomed siren call of yearning. Every part of the sorcerers soul wanted, needed , Satoru. As if without him the air within his lungs would deplete and there would be nothing but a husk left of Suguru. 

Without a black sheep how could one truly distinguish the golden sheep. Without darkness there would be light.

Above all else, without Satoru there would be no Suguru.

As torment plagued his mind everything fell silent. Only a low hum echoed his brain as the floor conjured and twisted below him. He was truly spiraling out of his own control.

Because of his own clouded state, it never brought to his attention that he wasn’t alone. 

Stood in front of him was a pair of slick, low heel shoes that were custom to the school.

“. . .ru..”

“ Oi. . . guru..”

The hum soon began to die out.

“ Suguru. . .?”

The familiar voice eventually made it to his ears. Along with the audible voice, Suguru realized he was face to face with him as well. Two arms stretched out as they held his shoulders. In a daze Geto could make out the face of his ivory haired friend. What usually lied on his face was that stupid smile, but a new one took its place. His friends eyes were furrowed and pupils shaky as they darted back and forth to follow his own. As if he was trying to search for an answer in his eyes. An answer to all the screaming, the purposeful seclusions, to the empty promises he had given him when asked if everything was alright. 

It wasn’t and it hasn’t been for a while, but was that really all so bad?

“ Suguru what happened? I heard you scream. What the hell is going on !” Gojo burst out in alarm. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to raise his voice, but something wasn’t right. Something needed to happen and now . 

His throat was torn from earlier. Any word that followed came out warn and fading. The urge to collapse and let everything take over, was seeming like the easiest solution to it all. To just let go.

His body felt heavy and dead, at this point he was just a walking corpse. But every time his mind would come back to reality all he would see was him . Somehow that made everything just a little better. It gave him hope, but it also crushed him. 

“I. . .cant” weakly words of defeat poured out from his lips. There was plenty to look at in the mess of his room, anything but his eyes. The look of pity on everyone's face once you finally spew out admittance to your flaws and fears. 

They’re all the same.

Satoru was now sitting on the floor across from his friend. He knew that the words would form eventually, just a matter of when. All he could do was be there for him at this moment. 

Reaching his hand out to the tired friend, Satoru placed it atop of his. A form of reassurance to show that he wasn’t alone and he never will be.

Upon the contact a feeling of disgust insued through Suguru’s body. A wave of anger and resentment flooded his brain. Not to the person before, but to himself. 

This wasn’t right! He shouldn’t be here! Why is he here?

Though part of him longed for the situation, the part that revolted at it grew stronger. He could overcome this on his own, without Satoru.

DENIAL.

“Don’t touch me!” his arm flung as he slapped the gentle hand away from his own.

He felt bad for everything he did and what he’s about to do but, according to the raven haired sorcerer, this is how it should be. 

“Don’t you understand that I don’t want your help? I never did!” his face twisted with anger and sorrow. Suguru couldn’t stop the words that spilled from his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to leap into his arms, never letting go. To tell him any and every concern, to finally rid himself of the rot that lay dormant in his brain. 

To be free of it all. But that was never what Gojo was made for. He knew he couldn’t lay it all on him. In a kind world Suguru could speak of all his troubles and be heard, really heard. He could find a path that would make this seemingly wrongful world just feel a little bit better. A world where he could stay with Satoru side by side until the end of time. Together they were the strongest.

And yet here I sit pushing all of it away.

“You wrong.” Satoru’s voice was deep and grave. Deep down he knew something was going on with his friend, but even the strongest can be rather dull when it comes to reading emotions. Suguru’s weight loss was the first sign, then the restlessness, until eventually he became distant all at once. Guilt embedded into the before speaking sorcerer. The signs became so obvious and the solutions even more so. He could have stopped this before it became how it was now. 

“I wasn’t there when you needed me most.  .  .” he began. Opposing his friend's demand, he leaned into Suguru’s shaking body, embracing him like he should have done before. Something he’s been yearning to do for years. 

“But I’m here now. So please. .” guilty tears began to stain his skin. “.. please let me shoulder your troubles and misery too.” 

It would be so easy to push away everything. To give everything up at Jujutsu Tech and lead a path of solitude. So easy to turn a blind eye to sentiment and justice. All it would take was one foot out the door who was once more waving its maledictive beckoning hand. 

The cold calloused hands of the cursed society held a path of disarray and loneliness, something Suguru felt is the only place he truly belonged. But a flower can not thrive in the dark. It requires care, warmth, and love - something Jujutsu Tech, Satoru, and Shoko all provided. 

And yet why does this now wilting flower want to walk into the cruel clutches of the neverending dark?

Lost eyes met with the hopeful blue ones before him as one last final call for help.

“Satoru. . .I’m terrified of what I’m becoming.”

ADMITTANCE.

The time finally came for the damaged flower to outstretch its roots before it wilts away for good.

With a torn voice Suguru spoke his final words of plea.

“Save me, Satoru.”

As the sun set the moon rose, engulfing the once scattered room in a faint glow. On a newly made bed lay two sorcerers, two friends, comrades, lovers . A gentle breeze escaped the window brushing through their hair and with a gentle hand the ivory haired boy tucked his partner's hair off his face. Like waves in the night's ocean their bodies rose and fell as a feeling of calm settled over them. 

A vow between soulmates was made that night.

To save one is to save the other.

Without Satoru Gojo there would be no Suguru Geto.

Without Suguru Geto there would be no Satoru Gojo.

And just as the sun always sets, the moon will always rise.

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𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 !!

𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛，𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ？？

𝑁𝑂 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑒��𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔！

𝐼’𝑀 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝒚𝒐𝒖!

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𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 !!

𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛，𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ？？

𝑁𝑂 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔！

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