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ashescinis · 1 year ago
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𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮
𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘩��𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳.
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ashescinis · 1 year ago
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"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲," 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧
𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘢
𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯
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