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𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮

♫ "𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗅" - 𝖺𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

𖦹.

"𝙞-𝙞... 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙙𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.."

the pale white halls bustled with people. some in blue scrubs, white lab coats, and protective gear. others in plain clothes just looking for family. something to grasp. something to desperately hold on to. that's how odessa slipped past them, through the automatic doors, a quick jog up the stairs and a snatch of a white coat. she entered the first operating room and thankfully erwin was still giving his hearty speech to the interns.

the runts of the hospital. she wondered if this was how her brother felt before he completely uprooted everything he knew, how he gave up all those late nights studying in med school just to rush off at the crack of dawn. but that was months ago. she had gotten this far without even a notion of why he suddenly disappeared. and she had gotten this far without him. amongst the lowest at mercy trost hospital was a tight knit group.

she didn't know them but their faces seemed familiar. except for one amongst the crowd. he stood tall, eyes fixed on erwin as he tried to light a fire into his first years. his grown out hair tied up in messy bun, his blue scrubs pressed to perfection and his white sneakers cleaner than any she'd seen before. it made odessa grimace at her scuffed converse. eren. the boy she grew up with. over mermaids in the pool he had told her he'd be a great surgeon one day. with the best of the best working on hearts. curing people.

she told him she would follow him until it made him sick. guess he got tired of her because they hadn't talked in years. his ego got the best of him and he didn't mind tossing some lowlife with substance abuse problems out of his life. he had one thing on his mind, to be great like his father and to be better than his brother. but it didn't matter, it took her some time but odessa was here. in the big leagues alongside him.

beside him was a boy she'd never met before, his layered brown and blonde split dyed mullet was unavoidable in a crowd, and his slouchy stature didn't make it any better. on the other side of her lost friend was a girl with dark hair, dark makeup and even darker attire. behind her was a shorter girl with blonde hair and a kind face, with her a blonde boy with glasses. and beside him a boy with grey almost silvery short hair, with him another girl with brown hair that bounced with her every time erwin mentioned something remotely close to bones.. or maybe it was food.

odessa wasn't sure. besides she took note of those hanging in the back with her. a boy with short blonde hair had his arm around the shy one that had been fidgeting with his coat the entire speech. and the blonde girl next to him with the cold look in her eyes. yes. she had seen these faces amongst the halls of med school. seen them studying together in the study rooms on campus.  one was missing. but odessa couldn't place his face. she knew the group of first years among her were close friends. she'd get chewed out and dropped if she couldn't at least get along with them before residency.

that wasn't an option. she made it her duty to never fall behind again. she had to catch up. prove to her brother that she wasn't a waste. and proving him wrong gave her all the strength she needed to keep pushing.

"each of you, comes here today hopeful. Wanting in on the game. a month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors and breaking your back to study all your material. today, you are the doctors! the seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best... and the worst of your life. you will be pushed beyond your breaking point. look around you. say hello to your competition,"

and as the room falls silent, the interns glance around at familiar faces with smiles and hopefulness. eren locked eyes with her then, and he felt something boil deep down in his very being. odessa. his challenger. someone he hasn't wished to see in a million years.

"this," erwin says, resting his hands on the empty surgical table. "this is your starting line. this is your arena. how well you play? that's all up to you."

erwin finishes firmly, a sense of pride washes over him as he sees the faces of the interns light up. especially the one in front of him. kirschtein. he knew the boy would become his favorite if he showed promise. although there was a close second beside him who also was headstrong with plenty of passion as well. but his third was the one he truly wanted to look out for these upcoming years. kode. hidden amongst those in the back row. it was almost as if she believed she wouldn't be seen especially since she had slipped in so late into his speech but he noticed.

"odessa, lovely of you to join us. i'm glad you made it in time for the ending of my speech. most interns say that's the best part."

erwin looked directly at her. odessa tensed up slightly, the last thing she wanted was to be called out in front of everyone but leave it to someone like erwin to do just that. everyone turned, eyes bore into the girl in the back row and she could practically feel the pressure. if she wasn't considered a runt she'd probably tell erwin to fuck off and let her ride out her hangover in peace.

that was the only reason why she was so late in first place. she had promised herself one drink before she started her internship the next day at ymir's then she'd have a clean slate no more booze or pills. she'd change. but she remembered it all too vividly.

𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧, "𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪," 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢.

𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠. 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

she blinked. biting her lip slightly, moved her mouth but no words came out.

"i wouldn't say that was the best part," a voice spoke up.

it was the one with the mullet. she silently thanked him with her eyes. as erwin instantly scoffed and began to lecture the boy as to why that was the most significant part of his speech. eren just chuckled, giving his friend a knowing look but she didn't miss the small glance he'd thrown her way. odessa was just glad she didn't have to formulate a sentence at the moment. it wasn't like she could anyway.

her mind had been ransacked with thoughts of the mystery man from last night. the one that stole her drink and made her cheeks flush. he kissed her body raw and sent her to heaven so many times that night. she was late for a good reason.

𖦹.

odessa walked into the cramped locker room, her eyes fixed on the patterned tile beneath her. pushing her thick curls behind her ears she made her way to her locker with a sigh. after facing the embarrassment from earlier, walking into the locker room felt like the ultimate death trap. she figured if she kept her head low, surely by now they'd forgotten her little mishap in the o.r.

she grimaced when eren was the first to speak up, like he couldn't wait for her to walk in to say something snarky. she hadn't spoken to him in years and these were his first words to her.

"well, well, bet she freezes up in here too. right dessa?" eren says, leaning against his locker, chewing on a green apple.

"shut up, eren," she says, pushing up the lock on her locker. she shoots him a glare as a counter.

"hey, if jean didn't save your ass you would've gotten us all scutt." he says, pushing off the locker and waking towards her.

mikasa stops him though, raising an eyebrow in concern. she didn't understand why he was angry and geared up towards this girl they barely knew. eren huffed, going back to his apple out of boredom. mikasa always seemed to stop him before things got good. and it worked every time for some reason.

"nazi! he's coming!" connie suddenly rushed into the locker room and ducked behind sasha for safety. the girl in return chuckled and pushed connie in front of her instead. as odessa watched the group interact with each other, gauged everyone's dynamic, she realized the only one she could really get along with fully was either connie or mikasa. she kept that in mind for later if she ever needed help on the floor.

a man walked into the locker room, his cold demeanor so intense everyone instantly stopped talking and laughing. the seriousness of their careers coming on full force as the man crossed his arms. odessa looked away from connie and sasha then, her eyes met his and her body froze. it was him.

she could practically still feel his hands wandering up her dress then and there. his cold gaze as he looked up at her from his knees and kissed up her body. she looked away, her face flushing slightly. if only she could hide in this locker. but he didn't so much as spare her a glance. he noticed though someone hiding. he had to. with his keen sense of spatial awareness he could spot anything with his eyes. they were just that good. and even better when he was on top of her, staring into her soul. he had practically fell to his knees for her.

levi glanced around at all the first year interns with an annoyed look on his face. he hated interns. they were the bottom of the surgical chain. the lowest of the low. and it was his job to teach them everything they needed to know to become remarkable surgeons by the end of their time here. he sighed, glancing at his clip board.

"two rules. don't bother me unless someone is dying, missing or on fire. and don't bother me if i'm sleeping or i'll make you one of those people missing, dying or on fire." he says, looking towards eren then connie.

for some reason. he felt like these two were gonna be the biggest pains in his ass.

"now, i'm assigning groups. jaegar, fritz, kirstein, and hoover."

he scoffed as eren and jean, clasped their hands together. a look of determination spread across their faces. he knew then he'd messed up with the groups.

"springer, kode..." he mumbles, looking up and noticing the girl in the far right. it was as if she was trying to stuff her head into the locker and get away entirely. but he knew that name. he told himself he'd marry her last night. how could he forget.

even in his drunken haze. he felt something bubbling deep within him for her. fuck. he hated getting drunk. he slept with his own intern and now she probably believes he's some lonely desperate old man.

"ackerman and leonheart," he finished. odessa sighed in relief at least she was with the two people she knew she'd get along with for sure. that made things a little bit more bearable.

"arlert, braus, braun and bodt.." levi says, looking up, he notices how jean and eren's faces instantly dropped along with some of the others. he raises an eyebrow, resting the clipboard on the bench in front of him.

"out with it." he says, the sooner they addressed it the easier it would be to get over it. they shared glances but they all led back to jean. as he stood with a completely unreadable expression. it was as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed him while kicking his puppy and left him out in the rain. a mixture of emotions all blending together in his eyes.

"he won't be able to make it," eren said slowly as if he was testing the waters. feeling the weight of his words on his tongue. marco not being there felt like part of their group had been snatched away from them. he knew it was worse for jean, which is why he spoke up.

she wondered then, with all the grim faces and sad expressions. what happened to marco that made them so melancholic.

levi nodded, picked up the clipboard again and simply crossed his name out. like nothing. it stung to jean. tossing marco aside as if he didn't fight alongside them to earn his rightful spot at this hospital. he had just as much passion as they all did if not more just for it to be shot down with one diagnosis. one slip up.

marco was alongside them fighting but his battle was much more difficult. jean needed to save him.

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matty healy i need to see you in short shorts

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“this is it! i ain’t comin’ to your rescue no mor𝗲.. ’𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌－“ 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗹 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒. 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗃𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽． 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌． “𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗅 𝗂－ 𝗈𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾…” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌， 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗐𝗁𝗒’𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝗁𝗒’𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒’𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗇， 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒. 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌．“𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾－ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍－ 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺’ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾..” 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎．

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I've seen this picture so many times(love it he looks so fine) but tell me how I never noticed the doll in the back.. 🫡

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𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇．𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒． 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍. 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌； 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌． “𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾－ 𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾－ 𝗈𝗁 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾… 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆．

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𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗹 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗈𝗇. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅, 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗈𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆; 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆，𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌..“ 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽��. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇. 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾． 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄���𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. “𝗆𝗆𝗆 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎..” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗅’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍. “𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎－ 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆．

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𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿!𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 ��𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁．𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺s, 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ‘𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌’ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍. 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍. 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄; 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 “𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒－𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄…” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗅. 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗎𝗉. 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗆. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 “𝗈𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾..

[mattyswhqre]

//Part of the Band\\

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mentions of drugs and alcohol, substance abuse, teenage dirtbag matty and friends, awful writing, swearing, and wild descriptions

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕:

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𝗬/𝗡 flings her tote bag onto the floor of her small flat, with her arms raised high and small yawning falling from her lips she pauses. the light  to her bathroom was on and water was running, unbeknownst to her she takes small steps forward. pulling the bat from off her wall she grips it tightly, flinging the door open.

"Ross!" she screeches, the boy turns completely unfazed by her scream and glances at the bat. "You really have to keep your spare somewhere else." he chuckles, taking the bat from her. she sighs, dropping the tough girl act thankfully and leans against the bathroom door.

"Where's the others.." she mumbles. ever since that party she'd been getting high, drinking, party hoping and all the unthinkable with the group. they had grown accustomed to her at this point, allowing themselves in, sleeping over, making breakfast . it was crazy but she enjoyed it all the same she loved the boys and their crazy nights. but sometimes she had to be serious and go to work.

often times she'd show up still drunk, strung out from the night before and it didn't help that she was with matty in back rooms snorting or injecting the next big thing. it was the only way she could be with him, get him to look at her the way he did. she hated that deep down she loved his attention. she wasn't sure why she craved it so much but she did and it was the worst.

she could still remember it, under the bright lights, so far into the crowd (even though she could've been closer), the bass made her heart flutter and her eyes never moved from the band. it wasn't nothing serious, just a friday night gig with the band. which took hours for ross and adam to explain how they were in a band she didn't even know about. much to matty's annoyance whom believed she was crazy for never hearing about them. her hand placed over her heart and her body swayed slightly to the music. she had heard this one before in the quiet hours of her bedroom.

"Use your hands and my spare time, we've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine,"

she didn't wanna gush, she didn't wanna scream. she couldn't anyway matty convinced her to needle up before he went on stage. and how could she say no to him. oh, but she couldn't help but lock eyes with him, and in her hazy state of mind, she couldn't help but watch him. it was like she gravitated towards him in a way. he was alluring on stage, and the girls absolutely went wild for it. maybe it was his hair, or the way he lit his cigarette and blew smoke into a girl's mouth right after taking a drag, or maybe it was the way he did his hands. fuck his hands did look good.

she hated how he made her feel and she loved how he didn't care either about her either.

"They're in your bed, also strawberry sheets this time?" ross says raising an eyebrow. she rolls her eyes and smiles, "Is Matty and Adam snuggled up together under the pretty pretty strawberry blankets?" she hums.

ross shakes his head, gesturing for her to follow him as he led her to the room. her room btw. she pokes her head in and sure enough the two boys were there, matty with one arm hanging off the bed and adam with his leg thrown across him. if she wasn't annoyed she'd think it was sweet. but knowing them they'd jump at any chance to sleep in her room.

"Lunch?" she sighs, deciding that since she couldn't sleep she should at least eat. "Yeah, what's on the menu?" ross says as he closes the door to the room quietly.

y/n shrugs, making her way to the kitchen. she slips on her fuzzy bunny slippers and opens the fridge, pulling out various things to cook. she figured if she made something big enough by the time she was done cooking the boys would be up and she could rush to the bed. ross reluctantly sat and watched her, chatting occasionally about new songs, the next gigs they'd play. he asked her about modeling and she grimaced telling him how she wanted to quit because of how hard it was sometimes.

ross was nice, he didn't pressure her, their conversations could last for hours but eventually they put on a movie. settling on the breakfast club, faye finished the food and the smell had them running. adam was first yawing, and scratching his head as he walked over to join them. "I smell cookies.." he grins.

"They're just in the oven sweetie," she says, pointing with her spoon. "Be a dear and take them out?" adam gives her a look; almost like a moody teen that hated everyone and everything.

"Don't be emo about it, come on," matty huffs as he bumps him. he was still rubbing his eyes like the sleep was still there. comfort. was all she could think of. but she had better things to worry about like what the hell they were doing in her house.

“You have a show tonight?” adam announced from the kitchen, he must’ve been looking at her calendar. she groans. this was gonna go two ways, they’d beg to come see her walk the fashion show and make fun of her afterwards. or they’d still make fun of her and go in the most goofiest way possible. she knew them too well now.

“We’re going,” matty said, a little too fast for her liking and of course the others agreed instantly. “It’s only fair, she supports our gigs.” he tried to compensate for his sudden interest. y/n had to smile inwardly, in her mind they were married with four kids. which matty would’ve thought she was crazy for even thinking that.

she had her desires though. and one of them was standing in her kitchen. but all she could think about was him, having her bent over that very counter. rutting inside of her so deep she couldn’t think of anything else besides 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒚. fuck she needed to get a grip this was getting out of hand.

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this dream isn’t feeling sweet..

teaser 4 my new fic

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of blood, gore, murder, drugs and all things terribly bad

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there’s blood on the sink, if anyone had saw him they’d believe he had the most ghastly nosebleed but the girl lying dead beside the tub would say otherwise if she could. he chuckled at the thought. his head still spinning with the notion of what just happened.

he can feel the room whurl, her lips on his, his back against the wall, the fumbling, the look of realization when he finally drove his knife deep into her stomach. her eyes go from pleasure to pure terror. it made him feel so fucking good. he had to run his hands over the wound, trail the blood over his face down his chest. he knew the others wouldn’t mind; matthew’s just creative. he knew his vision.

his very own design. the girls would scream, flock to him as they did and he’d keep relishing in the kill.

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another teaser for part of the band? or should i release it at 3am when im on the verge of writing the dirtiest smut i can muster

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TUMBLR YOU NEED TO SEE THIS.

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i’m a sucker for b&w matty photos