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werewolf-transgenderism ยท 1 year
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do you ever think about how a series of tiny choices like "I guess I'll watch that show" can like totally and entirely change huge aspects of your life
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redbullgirly ยท 3 months
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HI BARBIE! HI KEN! [part 2, LH44 smau]
Lewis Hamilton x reader
Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau]
Summary: Lewis and his "real life Barbie" girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, are enjoying each others company during winter break. February brings unexpected drama when the seven-time World Champion decides to leave his team... though is that the only surprise waiting for the fans?
Warnings: Little cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making part 3 soon enough :).
Author's Note: This is continuation of the Lewis x barbie!fashion!icon!reader request, hope you'll all like it. This time there wasn't so much of "barbie content", but I'm sure you won't mind. I honestly love this series, plus there are still many photos for me to use, so stay tuned and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! :)
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lewishamilton Happy holidays from our little trip to mountains ๐Ÿ”
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user1 I swear to God this is the first time I see Lewis in snow
user2 ikr? like can he even sky? isn't it dangerous for him as an f1 driver??๐Ÿ˜ญ
yourusername merry christmas everybody, love u!!๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿซถ
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user3 Very happy and merry Christmas to you too Y/N๐Ÿฅฐ
user4 yeah yeah... but where's the usual christmas post y/n?!
user5 that's what I wanna know user5 ๐Ÿ˜ฅ
user6 She always posts the hot pics with their tree... and this year nothing โ˜น๏ธ
yourusername omg sry guys, i didn't think you'd care sm! i was actually sick on the christmas eve and didn't feel like celebrating ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ’–
user4 ohhh that's totally okay y/n!!!!
user7 Thanks for replying, hope you'll get better soon!โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน
charles_leclerc I see you're copying my training now๐Ÿ˜‰
user8 lol charles just try not to fall on your face on ski
user9 no but can you imagine if we got Charles & Lewis training together in the mountains ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
user10 It wouldn't even have to be in the mountains... I'd actually prefer them training somewhere hot so they don't have to wear shirts๐Ÿคญ
user9 i love your way of thinking girly
user11 King ๐Ÿ‘‘
roscoelovescoco Mom's and dad's playing's in's the snow's โ„๏ธ
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user12 they left you home alone Roscoe?
roscoelovescoco Of course's not's... my auntie's watched's me's โ˜บ๏ธ
user13 This is so adorable๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน
user14 y'all don't understand how much I love their little family
user15 ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ–คโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐ŸŒŸ
user16 y/n's ski suit looks so cool
fencer Good times man!
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user17 You are my God, Lewis Hamiltonโค๏ธ
mercedesamgf1 Enjoy your holidays and don't break anything please!โ›ท๐Ÿค
yourusername trying!! ๐Ÿ˜Š๐ŸŒจ
user18 lmfao
user19 Imagine if their best driver broke a leg or smth๐Ÿ’€
user20 as a Lewis fan that'd be the last straw of my depression xd
user21 It's enough they couldn't build him a decent car last two years ๐Ÿฅฒ
user21 you & y/n are the best couple ever!๐Ÿฅฐโค๏ธ
user22 Why's Lewis in red tho?
user23 sus ๐Ÿคจ
user24 some of you are truly bored and delusional๐Ÿคฃ
user25 He probably has it so Y/N can see him on the slope and watches over him tbh
user26 idk where the narrative of lewis being bad at skying came from but i love it ๐Ÿ˜ญ
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lewishamilton replied to your story: Love you so much baby!โค๏ธ
yourusername love u too!!!๐Ÿ’ž
lewishamilton You are my brave girl, aren't you?
lewishamilton It's great you share your experience with others Y/N and trust me when I say I'll always be there for you ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ
yourusername awww lew, i know and i'll be always so grateful for it ๐Ÿฅฐ
lewishamilton Anything for my Barbie yourusername reacted with โค๏ธ to this message
user1 replied to your story: You and Lewis are just soooo cute omg
alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: forever y/n!!๐Ÿค๐ŸŒบ
yourusername ofc!!!
yourusername you're probably the only reason i hope the negotiations w ferrari will work out ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿคญ
alexandrasaintmleux oh yeah, it'd be great to have you in the garage next year ๐Ÿ’•
yourusername yeah, let's see what happens in few weeks!
user2 replied to your story: so prettyyyyyy i wanna be u
user3 replied to your story: THE IT GIRL
landonorris replied to your story: The question isn't if you'll be at every gp but if you'll come to McLaren hospitality for one of them๐Ÿ˜
yourusername pretty sure mercedes wouldn't be happy about that ๐Ÿซฃ
landonorris Oh c'mmon Y/NNNN
landonorris You promised me like ten years ago you'd come
yourusername you were a literal baby ten years ago lando...
landonorris But a cute baby who deserves to have you in McLaren hospitality!!!
yourusername okay okay, i'll come for a visit this year ๐Ÿ˜ฝ
landonorris ONE HAMILTON DOWN TWO TO GO๐Ÿ’ช
yourusername what?? ๐Ÿ˜ญ
landonorris I decided my life goal is to get you, Roscoe and Lewis to be my fans ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
landonorris Lewis can wait till retirement ofc ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
yourusername idk if i hate you or love you mr. worldwide
landonorris ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ˜™
user4 replied to your story: Mommy and daddy fr
user5 replied to your story: ๐Ÿ˜
user6 replied to your story: Hope you'll heal soon if you're still sick!!!
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yourusername my job is beach ๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธโ˜€๏ธ (btw how many emojis is too much??)
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lewishamilton Isn't that supposed to be Ken's line darling?
yourusername theoretically... but i think i look better on the beach, don't you? ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ
lewishamilton Well of course, your fashion taste when it comes to bikini is hard to beat โœจ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ
yourusername damn are you saying i look hot in that bikini mr. hamilton? โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ž
lewishamilton It's Sir actually
yourusername oh shut up lew, i knew you're gonna bring it up ๐Ÿ˜ญ
landonorris I just witnessed Lewis openly flirting through instagram comments... the world won't ever be the same. I need to bleach my eyes ๐Ÿ˜“
yourusername yeah u should learn from my bf lando norizz
landonorris Heyyy this is online bullying, someone stop it
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user1 i have no idea what just happened but i loved every second of it
user2 It looks like when Lewis finally interacts with someone on instagram, it can get WILD
user3 not y/n using lando norizz ๐Ÿ’€
user4 she's one of us now
user5 BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET Y/N & LEWIS ARE PLS?!!๐Ÿฅน
user6 Y/N living her best life and I'm here for it
francisca.cgomes enjoy!๐ŸŒด
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yourusername thx kika, you too!!๐Ÿ’“
user7 On my knees for you๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›
roscoelovescoco The fruit's on's the plane's was yummy's ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿฅ—
yourusername i definitely agree, let's thank dad for spoiling us!๐Ÿ’–
lewishamilton My favourites deserve only the best ๐Ÿ˜‰
user8 AWWWW so cute
user9 I'll never understand why rich people torture their pets like this... c'mmon, why would you give fruit to a dog? He needs meat and dog food. ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ค
user10 tf user9 you clearly don't know them at all if you think they're torturing Roscoe... this dog has better life than most of us lol xd
yourusername i'd just like to make it clear to everyone that me and lewis take the best care of our dog we possibly can, give him the food he wants and needs and love him dearly. it feels very offending for someone who doesn't see into our private life to assume we're "torturing" roscoe. you'll be blocked user9 and goodbye
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user11 You know you fucked up when queen Y/N herself writes smth like this to you ๐Ÿซข
user12 tell them girl!!! you & lew are literally the best parents to roscoe ever!!!โฃ๏ธ
user13 ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜
user14 THE BODY GIVING
kellypiquet Wow, the dress is so beautiful!๐Ÿ’
yourusername aww kelly thank you sm! definitely have to see each other soon ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿซถ
kellypiquet Can't wait for the girls talk!
user15 omg imagine listening to y/n y/l/n and kelly piquet casually having girls talk w each other ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ซ
user16 The tea has to be hot between the wags
user17 OMG, gorgeous as always ๐Ÿ’–
user18 this couple has me in a chokehold
user19 RIGHT?! why is nobody talking about the 4th pic
user20 They're so hot fr ๐Ÿฅต
user21 and cute too๐Ÿฅบ
user22 Love you Y/N ๐Ÿ’‹
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lewishamilton It's always important to focus on happy memories and remember the good moments with your loved ones. Couldn't ask for better people around me ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ซ
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user1 funny how he talks about positivity and then in the first picture he's holding middle fingers up lmfao XD
user2 Maybe he took Daniel's F.E.A. rule to his heart๐Ÿคฃ
user3 what's that???
user2 Fuck 'em all
yourusername so lucky to have you around me lew! ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’—
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user4 stoppp I love her
user5 I wanna have what they have๐Ÿ˜ฉ
charles_leclerc ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿ’ซ
user6 Ariana what are you doing here?!
user7 Beautiful ๐Ÿ™Œโค๏ธ
user8 ohhh lew w his dad it's so cute
user9 His dad and Y/N in the same post... we are getting fed rn
neymarjr Amen brother!๐Ÿ™โค๏ธ
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user10 I love their their friendship
user11 it's so unreal how the world is small and my fav football player is friends with my fav driver๐Ÿคญ
user12 THE MAN
user13 the second pic is adorable ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน
user14 I'm jealous but I don't know if I wanna be him or her
user15 honestly i wanna be the third person in their relationship... imagine dating y/n y/l/n & lewis hamilton all at once๐Ÿ˜ฉ
user16 OMG REAL
user17 boyfriend lewis is my favorite ๐Ÿซก
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yourusername guess it's time to change colours โค๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŒน๐ŸŽ
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scuderiaferrari Welcome to the team, Y/N!โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŽ
user1 you'll make our fav wag depressed next year lol
user2 Ferrari made a master move here ๐Ÿ‘
user3 welcome y/nnnnn ๐Ÿฅฐ
user4 I'm still shocked
user5 me too sis๐Ÿ˜ญ
user6 We all are ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
user7 ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ
user8 when the gf is posting about it, we know it's not just a joke anymore๐Ÿ˜ฅ
user9 FORZA FERRARI
user10 omg me & y/n y/l/n will be fans of the same team!!!!
user11 literally the only good thing about this
alexandrasaintmleux red looks gorgeous on you ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹
yourusername on both of us babe ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹
user12 BESTIES
user11 okay this is another good thing about the whole lewis situation xd
user13 Y/N and Alex will be so iconic next year ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ
user14 literally life goals to be like them๐Ÿ˜
user15 So excited for this๐Ÿคฉ favorite driver and favorite team and favorite wag๐Ÿค
user16 idc about ferrari, but y/n in red slays
user17 omg yessss she's so hot in that dress๐Ÿฅต
charles_leclerc And now you can't make fun of me and my therapist ๐Ÿ˜˜
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user18 LOL
user19 not him admitting he goes to therapy bc of ferrari๐Ÿ’€
user20 What about Carlos?? You said you come as a package ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ช
user21 so true user20 it's so disrespectful towards carlos
user22 Guys calm down, this is their job and it's known for brutal driver switches. You'll have to deal with it, it's not personal business ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ
user23 yeah i don't think they're such good friends anyway... it was all for pr and marketing lmao
user24 I agree that it's just a sport, but pls don't do this to my charlos heart... their friendship HAS to be real๐Ÿ˜“
user25 Always support u and your boyfriend๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ
user26 Carlos deserved so much more!
user27 yes but she can't do anything about it girl, she's literally just dating Lewis ๐Ÿ˜
user28 "Everybody is a Ferrari fan. Even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans." Vettelโค๏ธ
user29 i did not think it was real
user30 I need Lewis to comment something about this other than his statement pls ๐Ÿ˜ญ
user31 yeah i had high hopes bc he always comments and interacts w y/n's posts...
user32 Guess not this time๐Ÿ˜’
user33 Y/N unleashing more waves of chaos
user34 and we love our barbie for that ๐Ÿคญ
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THE END
Author's Note: Thank you for reading this! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, comments, follow and any other way of support. Also, I started my taglist, so if you want to be added or removed, let me know! That way you!ll be first to know that another smau or story came out :). Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making another part. Have a great day!
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hit it/forget it | part 01 | jjk
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โžฅ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader โžฅ word count | 6.7k โžฅ warning(s) | ๐Ÿ”ž smut; rough, dom!jk, dirty talk, squirting, creampie, fingering, oral (f receiving), enemies to lovers, orgasm control/denial, drinking, slight college au ig??โžฅ summary | finally able to unwind for the first time in forever, you go to a friendโ€™s party. only somewhere along the way you find yourself in bed with someone you swore youโ€™d never sleep with. itโ€™s too bad heโ€™s not in any hurry to let you hit it, and forget it. โžฅ notes | iโ€™m v new to this fandom, and it has started to consume me lol โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฒ โค๏ธ series masterlist | masterlist | inbox | AO3 โค๏ธ
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... Shit, what time is it?
Beams of sunlight pour in through the crooked blinds, stretching across the cluttered floor to flood the rumpled bed with golden light.
Itโ€™s so bright it hurts, your eyes watering with the effort it takes to open them as you roll onto your back with a quiet hiss.
Sore and still buzzed, it takes you several minutes to process your unfamiliar surroundings. Your mouth is stale and arid, the unpleasant taste of dehydration heavy on your tongue.
Needle sharp pain lances through your skull, and itโ€™s hard to think let alone focus when it feels like someoneโ€™s shoving an icepick through your brain every time you so much as breathe wrong.
So much for a relaxing night hanging out with the guys, you think bitterly, pinching the bridge of your nose. There goes my last day off.
Spent curled up in bed fighting back nausea instead of out enjoying the last little bit of freedom your PTO offered.
If only the rest of the night had gone as well as the beginning...
Most of the group were camped around a game of beer pong when you arrived, already blitzed off their faces from pre-gaming while a few randos loitered around.
You didnโ€™t pay them too much mind, more focused on catching up with your boys. It had been forever and a day since youโ€™d talked to them, let alone seen them in person.
For a blissful moment it was just like old times; the floor sticky with spilled beer, wrestling matches followed by good-natured ribbing, and rowdy trash talk.
It reminded you so much of the shitty college parties theyโ€™d throw, you almost cried from the nostalgia alone.
The happiest youโ€™d been in weeks.
Now you had adult bills and an adult life. Your schedules didnโ€™t align like this very often. Getting to catch up and hang out with everyone again was a precious gift, one you didnโ€™t realize how much you needed until you sunk back into the oversized couch, and took what felt like your first breath in months.
Your head was swimming, your heart bursting for fondness - only to choke on your tongue not even five minutes later when the front door slammed open to a round of hyped up chants,ย โ€œJK, JK, JK!โ€
All the tranquility evaporated as Jeon Jungkook - the bane of your existence - waltzed over the threshold without a care in the world.
Meanwhile your heart was in your throat as he stood there in all his stupidly attractive glory while the rest of the gang surged forth. They swarmed him with friendly slaps on the back, a 12 pack of beer in one hand, and a bottle of tequila in the other.
He wasnโ€™t supposed to be here - they said... He was supposed to be out of town for the weekend. If youโ€™d have known -- fuck.
You wouldnโ€™t have come. Shouldnโ€™t have come. And now you were stuck with him for however long it took you to sober up.
God, you hated him.
Not that you knew why, really.
There was just something about him that got under your skin. Maybe it was the cocky way he held himself, his confidence sometimes bordering on arrogance.
Or maybe it was the constant teasing. (You refused to admit it might be because of how attractive you found him, and how angry that made you.)
Whatever the case, ever since he met you all those years ago, Jungkookโ€™s made it his lifeโ€™s mission to be as insufferable as possible. Always waiting in the wings with a flirty comment and that self-satisfied smirk of his.
Dealing with him was like dealing with an overgrown - competitive - toddler. It got exhausting after a while.
Far easier to avoid him altogether, even though that mentality came at the expense of your friendships.
You stopped going to events if you knew heโ€™d be there, ducking out of get togethers last minute if you so much as caught a glimpse of his car. Eventually, your absence became accepted - expected even - which further fueled your inherent dislike of him.
As if all the reasons you donโ€™t like him werenโ€™t enough, you were tipsy, and that was always a recipe for disaster. Without your inhibitions halting your tongue, you had no qualms about calling him out on all his petty bullshit.
The particulars are too fuzzy to remember, but youโ€™d been avoiding him by hiding out in the kitchen when he decided to come bother you.
One thing led to another, and he must have said something insulting enough because the next thing you knew, youโ€™d crowded him against the counter.
He smirked while you snarled with distaste, a shot in one hand with the other balled in the open collar of his fancy button up. You thought about how nice it would be to smack that look off his face, and thoughtlessly agreed to a one v one drink off - winner takes all - just to one up him.
Damnit.
You should have left as soon as his ass showed up. And you should never have agreed to his stupid little competition in the first place. You know better than to fall prey to his schemes... yet here you are, so jokeโ€™s on you.
This has to be some kind of divine punishment.
All you wanted was to knock him down a peg (or ten). Then his stupidly handsome face, and low, mocking voice egged you on past your limits. Now, youโ€™re in someone elseโ€™s bed, naked and sticky, nursing a hangover from hell.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
God, you hope itโ€™s not Jin.
Any of the others arenโ€™t much better, but heโ€™s your bro at heart, and there are some things you canโ€™t ever come back from. If only last night wasnโ€™t a hazy, distant fever dream pockmarked with fitful moments of clarity...
Memories curl through your mind like tendrils of smoke, opaque and sinister. The harder you grasp at them, the more confusing they become; coalescing into a tangled blur of swollen lips, and naked, sweat-slick skin.
Salty-sweet bursting across your tongue as the burning stretch of a fat cock sinks deep, a whiskey rough voice groaning low and heavy in your ear, โ€œFuck, youโ€™ve always been such a little cock tease, havenโ€™t you, baby? Mm, yeah, just like that. Knew you always wanted me, wanted this. Hhng, shit, Iโ€™ve wanted to do this for-fuckin-ever, princessโ€ฆโ€
Goddamn Jeon Jungkook, and whatever horse he rode in on.
Of course, youโ€™d get laid after a dry spell, and the only thing you have to show for it is the tender ache of your thighs, the tacky sensation of dried cum clinging to the swollen lips of your pussy, and the vaguest daydream of toe-curling pleasure.
At least the sheets are soft, the mattress plush, the bedspread muted, dark colours; altogether masculine but chic.
The fluffy pillows are to die for, something like expensive cologne threaded through the fabric; citrusy and bright with notes of mellow sweetness that fill your lungs, and cloud your senses with every deep inhale.
A familiar thread in an otherwise unfamiliar bed.
Whoever it is certainly has impeccable taste... which doesnโ€™t help narrow down your list of suspects, at all. Theyโ€™re all stupidly fashionable in everything they do, meanwhile you feel like a half-decent hobgoblin half the time.
You canโ€™t decide whatโ€™s worse: the fact you slept with someone whoโ€™s a friend of yours - not many people outside of the core group came last night - or that you canโ€™t remember who it is.
No lie, the temptation to slip out before they wake is hard to resist. But itโ€™ll only delay the inevitable, and you honestly donโ€™t want to do that to someone you care about.
Itโ€™s better to face the situation head-on, no matter how much youโ€™re dreading it.
Over and done, quick and easy like a Band-Aid.
The conversationโ€™s going to be awkward as hell but it was a drunken mistake. Youโ€™re adults and in a few yearsโ€™ time, who knows, maybe youโ€™ll be able to look back and laugh. No reason to let it ruin years of hard-earned friendship.
โ€œAah,โ€ you groan mid-stretch, โ€œ...what a fucking mess.โ€
โ€œLook whoโ€™s finally awake.โ€
Youโ€™ve gotta be kidding me.
The world screeches to an almighty halt, crashing and burning as all the breath in your lungs catches in your chest. Your heavy eyes pop open so fast you see stars, a field of grey sheets filling your line of sight.
A wave of disbelief threatens to drown you, hysteria following in the aftermath as your mind stutters to a stop.
Stomach turning, your heart slams into your ribs so hard youโ€™re convinced youโ€™ll break a bone. The thought of sleeping with a friend is bad enough, but the truth? So much worse. You wish the bed would swallow you whole.ย 
Why, you lament, why him?
That low, sleep rough tone dripping with arrogance.
It raises your hackles, sets your teeth on edge until you shake with the urge to punt his ass across the room. Never in a million years would you expect to hear that voice beside you in bed.
You wish with everything there is that itโ€™s just a hallucination - but thereโ€™s no mistaking who that voice belongs to.
The knowledge sits bitterly in the back of your throat.
โ€œThis is a nightmare.โ€
No fucking way youโ€™re turning around.
You inch to the edge of the mattress, grateful for the distance. The very idea of touching him repulses, repels.
Youโ€™re already too aware of how the bed dips beneath his weight, the shared space warmed by the sleep soft heat radiating from his skin.
โ€œYeah, yeah, yeah,โ€ Jungkook scoffs. โ€œKeep telling yourself that, baby.โ€
A hot palm, rough with callouses, grabs your shoulder. The steel grip tugs you close, unyielding as it guides you onto your back.
As soon as you glimpse the sunlight caught in the tangled briar of his hair, your eyes slam shut.
If you canโ€™t see him, you can pretend heโ€™s not there and if heโ€™s not there, well then you wonโ€™t have to face your colossal mistake.
It might be petty and childish but all things considered, you think youโ€™re allowed to be. Waking up next to Jeon Jungkook is earth-shattering. And altogether mortifying when you consider all the thoughts you had before you knew you fucked him.
Of all the peopleโ€ฆ
Heโ€™s made passes for years, and you always blew them off. Now? You groan. Theyโ€™re never going to let you live this down. You take back every kind thought. This asshole doesnโ€™t deserve your praise.
Before you tell him where to shove it, fingertips skim the jut of your cheekbone. The action effectively shuts you up, your brain stuttering to a resounding halt. Soft and light like butterfly kisses, they trace over the sweep of your flickering eyelashes.
Itโ€™s a ticklish reminder that youโ€™re not alone.
You jerk away.
The click he makes with his teeth does N-O-T make you throb. Neither does his persistence, the effort to force you into acknowledging his presence redoubled. Heโ€™s stubborn, and altogether not unlike a boy pulling pigtails.
The comparison unbidden and unwelcome, you bat him away with a sharp, โ€œQuit it.โ€
His voice is far too smug for your liking when he says, โ€œWhy donโ€™t you try to make me.โ€
โ€œOh, my god.โ€
This assholeโ€ฆ
Your fingers claw into the sheets instead of his chest, nails cutting into your palms as rage lurks just beneath the surface of your skin. Your breath shoves from your lungs fast and hard. Itโ€™s a struggle to reign in the urge to pummel him bloody.
Meanwhile, Jungkook redirects his attention, his hand dipping down to dance over the front of your throat. A rough thumb maps the curve of your jaw, a shiver rolling through your body at the touch.
His low chuckle is the only warning you get before heโ€™s leaning over, the shift in position causing the hard, compact muscles of his torso to brush your side. The fission of awareness that follows in its wake crackles down your spine, steals your breath.
Senses fixated on the sensual glide of skin on skin while pulses of arousal kindle to life behind your navel. Slick gushes from between your folds, wetting the insides of your thighs. Heart in your throat, you steady your voice long enough to say, โ€œSeriously, just leave me alone so I can wallow in peace.โ€
Warm breath tickles the side of your face, the cool metal of Jungkookโ€™s lip piercing brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs the syllables of your name. โ€œCome on,โ€ he says, โ€œI dare you.โ€
The hell, is he being serious right now? What does he think this is?
โ€œWhat are you,โ€ you ask. โ€œFive?โ€
โ€œWould you stop being so dramatic?โ€
The first hint of genuine annoyance threads through the words growled against your cheek. His tone low, a warning buried in its depths. Fire and smoke, grit and gravel. You hate how you clench at the sound. Hate how confused heโ€™s making you.
Why is he acting like this is a normal occurrence? You expect him to lord it over you, not act so...playful?
The uncertainty rankles, and your shoulders hike up around your ears. If he thinks he can jerk you around like this, he better step up and out because youโ€™re out of fucks to give.
This is humiliating enough, and youโ€™re not about to relinquish whatโ€™s left of your pride.ย 
โ€œDo you ever stop talking,โ€ you continue, ignoring the pulse between your thighs, the crack in your voice, โ€œOr do you like the sound of your own voice that much?โ€
Your heart pounds in the ensuing silence, Jungkook all but ignoring you as he sinks his nose into your hair. The pleased rumble that vibrates from his chest into yours follows a deep inhale.
โ€œMm, you smell,โ€ his lips tickle the side of your neck, โ€œreally good.โ€
A whimper works its way up your throat, your teeth barely catching it in time. Fissions of sensation shoot down to your stomach, hot and shivery.
โ€œShut up. Just stop - stop talking.โ€
Itโ€™s not what you mean to say - you have full intentions of cussing him out, reaching out to touch smack him - but by then, itโ€™s too late. Heโ€™s already on the move, a mocking chuckle falling from his lips.
The sound shoots through you, stokes your rage and desire in equal measure until youโ€™re shaking.
He tugs at the plush, tender flesh of your bottom lip caught between your teeth. โ€œYโ€™know,โ€ he muses, โ€œI wouldnโ€™t keep doing that if I were you. You might not like what happens.โ€
Surrounded as you are, itโ€™s getting harder to think.
To breathe.
To be.
Sweat and sex cling to Jungkook, the scent filling your lungs with ash and burning through your bloodstream until heโ€™s all that remains. Surrounding, smothering, swallowing you whole. โ€œLook at me.โ€
Shit, heโ€™s close - too close.
Thereโ€™s a scant amount of space between your bodies, pressed stem to stern. Your tits crush against the hard plane of his chest, nipples stiffening with every drag of his skin, every shift of his body against yours.
His half-hard cock digs into the softness of your abdomen, wet and sticky as it drools into the dip of your belly button which shouldnโ€™t get you as hot as it does. This is so not good.
โ€œNo,โ€ you say, shaking your head. โ€œNo, I wonโ€™t.โ€
I canโ€™t.
This is unacceptable.ย 
Fucking him once is bad enough, the only saving grace is that you barely remember the taste of his lips, the weight of his body pressing into yours, the stretch of him filling you to the brim.
If you give in now, even if itโ€™s only an inchโ€ฆ
Well, heโ€™ll take a mile and you donโ€™t have an excuse for why youโ€™ll let him. Youโ€™re already struggling with the urge to succumb, to inch closer. Thereโ€™s no telling whatโ€™ll happen if you actually look into those burning eyes of his.
Of course, he doesnโ€™t accept your refusal.
You never expected him to.
โ€œI said look at me.โ€ The thumb that was gently stroking along your face hooks around your jaw, digging into the soft spot on the underside. โ€œDonโ€™t make me say it again.โ€
You grit your teeth, channel the rising lust into rage. Anything to put some much-needed distance between you before you do something youโ€™ll regret. Like, sleep with him a second time while stone-cold sober.
โ€œJust fuck off, Jeon. This is embarrassing enough, you donโ€™t need to rub it in. You won, okay? Congratulations.โ€
You refuse to let him have his cake and eat it too. Damned if he gets to hold this over your head. That drinking competition was all his idea, anyway. The victory blooming in your chest is short-lived, thoroughly blown to pieces.
He doesnโ€™t respond verbally.
Fast as lightning, the hand on your jaw disappears only to reappear between your thighs to shove your legs open. He doesnโ€™t waste time, runs his knuckles along the length of your slit without hesitation.
Teasing, testing, humming in approval at what he finds.
The sudden rough touch has you jumping, gasping, eyes snapping open, fixating on his blown pupils. The grin tugging at the corners of his mouth is more a snarl, downright predatory. The metal of his lip ring glints in the light, his teeth bared while he spears you with a hooded, hungry stare.
โ€œThatโ€™s it, show me those pretty eyes of yours.โ€ย 
Breathless, your hips twitch and you clench at the praise, liquid fire pooling low in your belly.
Traitor.
โ€œJeon - Jungkook, knock it off.โ€
But you know heโ€™s not going to stop. The ravenous look in his eyes says everything his mouth doesnโ€™t.
โ€œSee,โ€ he says conversationally, pausing long enough to thrust two fingers deep into you without warning. Pain sparks, flickers down your spine only to melt into a warm flush of pleasure as he twists his wrist. โ€œThat mouth of yours says one thing, but this pussyโ€™s soaked. What am I supposed to think about that, huh?โ€
โ€œI-โ€
Any response you have breaks off into a wounded moan, your brows furrowing as he flicks the tip of his finger against your g-spot.
โ€œS-Shit!โ€
โ€œHm, what was that?โ€
A sharp smack stings across your wrist when you reach down to pull his hand away.
โ€œJeon - I - pleaseโ€ฆโ€
โ€œCome on, use your words like a good little slut.โ€
โ€œI - I canโ€™t - shit!โ€
Itโ€™s impossible to think, let alone form sentences when the heel of his palm grinds against your swollen clit like that. Thick fingers curl deep, stroke, stretch until you mewl.
Every skilled thrust drives you higher, wrings pleasure from you so expertly youโ€™ve half a mind to be pissed. Now you can see why all those girls were tripping over themselves to get with him back in college. As much as it pains you to admit it, heโ€™s got game.
But even then, it shouldnโ€™t be this easy to get you going.
To get your thighs clamping around his flexing forearm while uncontrollable shudders wrack your frame, finger fucked stupid by the sworn enemy.
โ€œHah.โ€
If you werenโ€™t half out of your mind, youโ€™d be more offended by the condescending smirk. All you do is half-heartedly smack his side, his free hand darting up to cover yours and keep it pressed against his skin.
You clench down with a whine at the feel of rippling muscle, the sight of his tatted fingers resting over your hand so delicately.
โ€œLooks like Iโ€™m doing something right. Fuck, can you hear that, baby?โ€ His movements slow to a crawl, the thrust of his fingers languid and deep. โ€œListen to how wet your tight little pussy is for me.โ€
Warmth creeps up your neck and sinks into the apples of your cheeks. Itโ€™s as mortifying as it is a turn on, the sloppy sounds of your needy cunt echoing back at you. Sticky arousal coats your puffy folds, every slick, squelching slide heard over stilted moans.
Without a doubt, youโ€™re making a mess of his sheets. Judging by the husky growl of his voice, anything less wouldnโ€™t satisfy him. โ€œGotta make up your mind, baby.โ€
He couldnโ€™t sound any more indifferent, but the rough thrust of his fingers, the burning heat smouldering in the depths of his eyes says heโ€™s anything but unaffected.
You whine, writhe, arch your hips to grind down on the hand working between your thighs.
Itโ€™s no use.
You get him right where you want him, only for him to flash a devilish grin and pull away. The desperation to get off builds and builds and builds until youโ€™re half mad with it.
This assholeโ€™s gotten you to the edge of cumming several times, only to watch with sick delight as he yanks you back, dangling you over the edge without letting you fall. You donโ€™t even want to think about what this is doing for his already over-inflated sense of ego.
โ€œYouโ€™ve been sending me all kinds of mixed signals for years.โ€ He nips the tip of your nose, spreading his fingers wide open where theyโ€™re buried inside of you just to hear you squeal. โ€œSo whatโ€™s it gonna be?โ€
Heโ€™s playing dirty, and he knows it. Itโ€™s infuriating that smug looks so good on him. Are you really going to do this?
Ghosting his lips over yours in the barest of kisses, he whispers, slow and purposeful, โ€œAll you gotta do is say it. Be a good girl for me, and say: โ€˜Jungkook, please fuck me.โ€™โ€
... Yes, yes, you are. But youโ€™re never, ever going to admit that you want him.
Not when thereโ€™s nothing you can blame the impatient rise of your hips on, the grind against his palm, the unwavering eye contact that pins you in place. As unbelievable as this is, it all comes down to how horny you are and how good he looks above you.
You admit that heโ€™s an asshole, but jesus, heโ€™s attractive.
Jungkook chuckles, rolls his eyes. โ€œSo youโ€™re gonna keep being a brat.โ€
He doesnโ€™t look put out in the least. In fact, heโ€™s downright feral with the anticipation of breaking you down and fucking you back together.
โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Iโ€™ll get you begging for my cock one way or another.โ€
The you wish dissolves into thin air, all your focus narrowing on the flex and shift of muscle as he crawls down the length of your body. Shouldering his way between your thighs, he settles on his belly and rubs his hands along your hips.ย 
Flinching at the first touch of his broad palms, you watch with rapt attention as his strong fingers inch closer and closer to your heat.
Every touch, every slide of skin calculated. Precise. Intent on getting your blood pumping and your pussy throbbing until youโ€™re squirming against the sheets.
That ferocious stare, glittering like onyx in the light, tracks every movement, every twitch; catalogues what strokes get you mewling, what drag of fingers has you shuddering, shivering until youโ€™re a downright mess.
Longtime lovers never paid half as much attention to what got you going, and a one-off mistake is doing a better job than all of them combined. Shit, he hasnโ€™t even really done anything yet.
Jungkookโ€™s as focused between your thighs as he is during training, a singular intent thatโ€™s intense and overwhelming. Frankly, itโ€™s unnerving being so seen by someone youโ€™ve considered an enemy for the longest time.
When did he start paying so much attention to you - and how did you miss it?
โ€œJustโ€ฆโ€ you say, voice a quiet thing that sits in the space between your bodies, โ€œJust get on with it already.โ€
He doesnโ€™t need any more prompting. Jungkook uses his fingers to spread open your sticky folds. Cool air dances across your core, teasing at your swollen clit as every bit of your pussy is exposed to him.
Thereโ€™s no hiding the embarrassing amount of slick wetting your thighs or how you pulse and twitch in desire.
He hums in approval at what he sees, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. โ€œThanks for the meal,โ€ he says, brushing his thumb across the hood of your clit before he ducks down with his tongue out.
The firm, full contact lick has supernovas bursting behind your eyelids. He groans at the taste of you, grinds his face deeper into the apex of your thighs. The sound rumbles through your sensitive flesh, your thighs clenching around his ears.
A sigh escapes your throat, and you rest a hand on the top of his head.
Oh yes, a much better use for that mouth of his.
Your fingers delve into the thickness of his hair, inky black wrapped around your knuckles. For a moment you lose yourself in the sensation, senses so high. Every swipe of his tongue, every roll of cool metal along your heated slit as his lips pull at your folds sets you aflame.
The peace doesnโ€™t last, overtaken by the smouldering antagonism that simmers beneath every one of your interactions. A ticking time bomb set to go off at the slightest provocation.
His face between your thighs inspires a dizzying mix of disgust and desire, that heโ€™s even in this position pisses you off beyond belief.
In retaliation for every wrong heโ€™s ever done (the specifics hazy when he sucks on your clit hard enough to curl your toes, the barest hint of teeth), you yank on his hair with as much strength as youโ€™re able to muster.
His neck wrenches back, and he winces. You luxuriate in the petty revenge of it all as spite blooms warm in your chest. Serves him right. Though you gotta hand it to him, he sure knows how to use his tongue.
โ€œYou bitch,โ€ Jungkook groans, smothering the vibrations in your slick folds. You keen, bow your back so far youโ€™re afraid youโ€™ll slip a disc. โ€œThat hurt.โ€
For all his complaining, he doesnโ€™t stop.
Quite the opposite.
He dips his head, so you tug at the roots harder while his hands wrap around your thighs, pinning your hips to the bed while his tongue flicks and teases, licks and fucks you open slowly.
The messy sounds of your cunt as Jungkook eats you out to within an inch of your life broken by soft sighs, moans of pleasure, and the occasional masculine grunt. Previous partners have gone down on you before but never seemed to care for it.
Jungkook on the other hand? Heโ€™s loving it, eating you out with single-minded ferocity, seeking his own relief by rutting against the bed.
Itโ€™s one of the hottest things youโ€™ve ever seen; the wild briar of his hair in utter disarray, sweat slick strands falling over his forehead while he buries his face in you, the muscles of his back bunching and releasing with every slow rock of his hips, his quiet, muffled moans of satisfaction, the ripple of tattoos as he pets at your flank.
Heโ€™s not shy - not that you expected him to be in this regard. Youโ€™ve heard all the stories about his prowess in bed from classmates and strangers alike.
All his movements are rough and desperate, wet and messy. The careful, slow teasing from before disappearing within the blink of an eye as he becomes consumed with a frantic desire to feel you cum on his face.
Itโ€™s not surprising that you donโ€™t last long, orgasming embarrassingly fast, stuffed full of his tongue and fingers.
โ€œJungkook,โ€ you choke out his name, a broken sound that fades into open-mouthed silence.
The ball of heat in your belly bursts, rushes over you like a tidal wave. You shake apart, pussy clenching so hard your womb aches as a gush of fluid dribbles out of you, soaking the lower half of your body and the bed.
Stars dance in the darkness behind your lids. Youโ€™re strung out and weak, incapable of movement, of thought, of anything besides the actual possibility that your bones dissolved when you came.
โ€œShit, thatโ€™s hot.โ€
Jungkook shifts.
Your lashes flutter. Breathing is difficult. You canโ€™t feel your hands, the tips of your fingers tingling.
He kneels at the foot of the bed, cum soaking the lower half of his face. His lips red and swollen, his eyes hooded, dark and lusting. Pupils blown so wide the iris is nothing more than a thin ring of brown.
His cock juts from his body in a proud line, curved towards his belly. Smears of pre-cum glitter along the valley of his abs, and you have the strangest urge to lick him clean.
Seeing him look so debauched shouldnโ€™t be as hot as it is, and you want to kick your own ass for thinking about Jungkook like this.
Fucking him is one thing, actively appreciating him something else.
But no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the sight of him kneeling and lusting is a sucker punch to the gut. Breathless and yearning, youโ€™re at war with yourself, contemplating round three when he opens mouth.
Again.
โ€œNot so high and mighty now, are you?โ€
The jut of his chest, the arrogance in his gaze ruins everything. Anyone halfway decent with their tongue who knows what a clit is can get a woman off. Jungkookโ€™s nothing special - contrary to all those co-edโ€™s.
Just another run-of-the-mill asshole who thinks heโ€™s a god. Youโ€™re reminded of this now that youโ€™re not cum-dumb, brain dribbling out your ears. And just when you forgot why you dislike him.
โ€œYou know what, Jeon?โ€
If you could move, youโ€™d shove him off the bed and get out of dodge. As it is, youโ€™re in no such position; knees weak, thighs shaky as phantom waves of pleasure shoot from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes.
You settle for a nasty scowl. Half as satisfying, but getting your point across all the same. โ€œIโ€™m still not fucking impressed.โ€
His expression drops into a bitchy sneer.
You want to smack him, wipe that look off his face with your palm. It would be like all your birthdays rolled into one.
โ€œThe fuck you mean?โ€ Jungkook asks, brimming with gruff impatience. Good. Arrogant prick. โ€œI made you squirt.โ€
Ignoring the pounding of your heart, you scoff and dismiss his words, no matter how true they ring. He doesnโ€™t need to know youโ€™ve NEVER done that before. โ€œSo? Even I can do that, youโ€™re no better than my vibrator.โ€
The muscles in his jaw clench, bunching and releasing as his stormy gaze sears you to the bone. For the first time since he started this little - whatever it is - he seems genuinely pissed, shoulders tense and mouth a thin line.
You swoon, the empty ache inside of you pulsing in time with your heartbeat.
โ€œIโ€™ll fucking show you whoโ€™s better.โ€
โ€œSure you will,โ€ you simper with a nasty grin, tone dripping with sarcasm.
As soon as you prop yourself up on an elbow with full intentions of hopping out of bed, a set of large hands stops you in your tracks. Panic shoots through you, and any residual anger you harbored fizzles away.
He canโ€™t expect you to โ€” oh, but of course, he does.
โ€œNo, not like this,โ€ you say while you squirm, attempting to roll onto your belly. โ€œI canโ€™t.โ€
Fucking face to face is too intimate.
โ€œMm, no, I donโ€™t think so, baby,โ€ he croons, tone a mocking lilt as he cages you beneath him. โ€œI wanna see your pretty little face when you cream all over my cock.โ€
Any response gets lost in a weak moan when he rubs himself against your slick folds, the fat head catching on the hood of your abused clit. You whimper, a sharp spike of arousal slicing through you, almost painful when it follows so swiftly on the tail end of your last orgasm.
You try one last time, voice reedy and thin when you say, โ€œJeon, please, I canโ€™t - fuck.โ€
The tip slides into you without preamble, just far enough to feel it but not deep enough to get you off. The smug bastard thrusts gently, your tender, swollen walls suckling his cockhead, trying to pull him deeper.
Pure torture.
Mind wiped clean, embarrassment and protests all but forgotten, all your focus narrows down on how to get him inside you as soon as possible.
โ€œSomething wrong, baby?โ€ he asks. โ€œGot something to say? Youโ€™re squeezing down so hard. Want me deeper, donโ€™t you? What a needy little slut you are for me.โ€
โ€œShit, Jeon, come on.โ€ You pant, biting down on a whine. โ€œJust put it in already.โ€
โ€œWhatever you say.โ€
He keeps it slow, languidly works his cock deeper into you, inch by agonizing inch. Your muscles flutter, milk his thick shaft. It takes forever and a day before he bottoms out.
And then your eyes roll into the back of your head, hands flying up to anchor your nails into the meat of his shoulders.
Heโ€™s right there, cockhead snug against your crevice. Every ridge, every throb; it stokes the embers of your desire higher and higher, stretched so wide around him you ache; heโ€™s the biggest youโ€™ve had. Youโ€™ve never felt so stuffed full of cock before, itโ€™s almost scary how good it is.
The taut skin of his belly grinds against your clit when he gets as deep as possible, pelvis flush with yours. โ€œF-Fuck, Jeon.โ€
Above you, he shoots a cocky albeit weak grin.
You canโ€™t decide if you want to slap him or have him fuck you into the mattress. Probably a bit of both. He boils your blood, but youโ€™ve never been more aroused in your life.
Fucking hell.
โ€œSee, whatโ€™d I say? Iโ€™ll have you screaming my name in no time.โ€
You groan, breathing deep and slow. โ€œAre you always such a prick?โ€
He hasnโ€™t moved, but youโ€™re on the edge, and far from ready for this to be over. The asshole hasnโ€™t delivered. You havenโ€™t been fucked raw, and youโ€™re not leaving this bed until he gives it up. Now if only he could shut his mouth long enough to get the show on the road.
โ€œBitch.โ€ He rolls his eyes, his broad palms firm on your hips while he shifts until your thighs rest over his. โ€œReady?โ€
You snort, shoot a comment about his dick not being that special and more than ready to tack on another scathing retort when he decides heโ€™s had enough of your lip, pulling back and snapping his hips forward in one smooth movement.
It punches the air from your lungs.
Your mouth drops open in a near-silent gasp when the head nudges the spongy tissue of your g-spot. The sudden flood of warmth spreads out to all your limbs, pussy throbbing around him.
Your voice is shaky, spread thin, โ€œA-Ah!โ€
Jungkook isnโ€™t faring any better.
Hot palms tremble against your skin, the furrow to his brow pulling at his piercing, his mouth slack and glossy. His abdominal muscles tense with every stutter of his hips, flexing and resisting the urge to plow into you at max speed.
โ€œShit, baby, I forgot how tight and soft you are.โ€
Incapable of speech, reduced to mindless rutting. His broken moan shatters something between the two of you, and then itโ€™s nothing but bruising kisses, sharp keens, rough hands, and frantic fucking.
He slams into you so hard the bed rattles against the wall, punctuating his filthy murmur of, โ€œPerfect fucking fit, just like I knew youโ€™d be.โ€
You appreciate his rippling muscles with your hands, caressing the firm lines of his body as you do your best to keep pace. Every other thrust has his cock slamming into your g-spot, your toes curling in the sheets.
Itโ€™s too much and not enough.
โ€œJungkook, Iโ€™m - Iโ€™m,โ€ you sound wrecked, unable to even finish your sentence. โ€œPlease.โ€
โ€œYeah, thatโ€™s it, baby,โ€ he growls, voice full of gravel and hips never missing a beat, โ€œI got you. Now do it, cum, wanna feel you squirt on my cock.โ€
A fingertip finds your clit.
Rubs once, twice, three times, and then you see galaxies.
Crying out, you clutch him close as the bubbling pool of heat overflows, crashes into you like a tsunami. Helpless against the rushing tide. Your body spasms, your cunt gushing around Jungkookโ€™s pistoning cock.
The slick slap of your skin almost as obscene as his groan, low and lewd, when you clench and clamp down on his shaft. โ€œThatโ€™s it, thatโ€™s my good girl.โ€
Boneless and panting, you sink back into the pillows and stare up at Jungkook with glassy eyes. The early afternoon light highlights the lines of his body, the curves of his muscles, the splashes of color etched into his skin. Tremors wrack your body as you lay there while he chases after his own pleasure.
โ€œShit, Iโ€™m gonna โ€” fffu-ck!โ€
One last thrust buries him to the hilt, his cum flooding, filling you to the brim. Face slack with pleasure, his head drops into the cradle of your shoulder. He pets your sides with gentle hands, his breath puffing across the sensitive skin of your neck while his body twitches with aftershocks.
The both of you are weak, fucked out.
You lay under him for a long time, silent except for your shuddering breaths. Your bodies coming down from unimaginable heights. When your arms arenโ€™t so useless anymore, you push at his chest and grunt.
โ€œGet off.โ€
A flood of cum follows his swift exit, thick seed dribbling down your folds and pooling on the sheets beneath your ass. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, a primal sort of appreciation curling through your belly.
Well, thatโ€™s new. And something you refuse to unpack now.
Flopping down beside you, Jungkook stretches, his expression far too self-satisfied for your liking. โ€œFor being such a bitch, youโ€™re a good lay.โ€
Leave it to him and his goddamn mouth to ruin the afterglow.
You shoot him a sour look, dragging yourself to your feet.
Thereโ€™s a moment where you almost fall, wobbly and off-kilter, before you regain your balance. You clean yourself gingerly with a towel hanging half out of the hamper.
Sore, tender, and vindictively pleased to see the white streak of his cum stain the dark terrycloth.
The asshole laughs at your disgruntled look, lounging on the bed like a lazy jungle cat. His thick arms cross behind his head and he watches you with dark eyes as you bend to get your panties.
Try as you might, you canโ€™t help sneaking peeks at his barred chest. The smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth tells you heโ€™s noticed the covert looks. You scowl. The smug bastard.
โ€œDonโ€™t be like that, baby. We had a great time.โ€
Scoffing, you refuse to dignify that with a response, and tug your shirt over your head.
โ€œWanna know what I think?โ€
โ€œNot really, but Iโ€™m sure that wonโ€™t stop you.โ€
He ignores your sarcasm and continues, nonplussed, โ€œI think youโ€™ve never cum so hard in your life. I think youโ€™re gagging for another ride.โ€
You pick something up off the floor, chuck it at his head and pivot on your heel. Anger pulses, white-hot and only partially satisfied by the pained groan from behind you as the object makes contact.
โ€œWhat the hell was that for?โ€
โ€œYou know what that was for. God, are you always such a fucking dickhead?โ€
โ€œI think you like it,โ€ he says. โ€œI think you like me - I think youโ€™ve always liked me.โ€
You ignore the burn of your cheeks, and scoff.
The manโ€™s ego is big enough without you adding fuel to the fire. He doesnโ€™t need to know that was the best sex youโ€™ve ever had. That you came so hard your toes curled, and your hands went numb.
โ€œIn your dreams, Jeon.โ€
Keeping your back to him, youโ€™re about to put on your pants when an iron grip shackles itself around your wrist. You tug, testing the hold. Heโ€™s unyielding, spearing you with an intense, depthless look.
โ€œ...Jeon?โ€
โ€œWhere do you think youโ€™re going?โ€
You blink, swallow and flounder for a response. โ€œUm, I - home?โ€
He frowns, and tugs you back towards the bed with a huffy sneer, โ€œGet back in bed.โ€
Wait, what.
You blink, and blink again at the blush stealing its way across his face, the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks a soft pink, his eyes resolutely avoiding yours. Canโ€™t help asking, โ€œ...What?โ€
โ€œS-Shut up!โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t even-โ€
โ€œJust come back to bed.โ€
Still in disbelief of whatโ€™s happening, you let Jungkook rearrange you to his liking. You find yourself tucked into the curve of his chest, your nose pressed against his collarbone with his buried in your hair. His lips rest against your forehead, dropping the faintest of kisses to your brow.
โ€œ...Weโ€™ll talk when you wake up.โ€
You canโ€™t tell if youโ€™re curious or horrified, but for now, getting a few more hours of sleep sounds like an excellent idea. And, you suppose, it could be worse.
Shacking up with Jungkook isnโ€™t all that bad, so long as he keeps his mouth shut.ย 
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too sleepy to think of a title, but i did stuff today ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿฅฑ
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morning ๐ŸŒ„
๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป engineering department meeting
โค๏ธ breathwork meditation for balance and presence (but i seriously need to stop doing these while in the meeting)
๐Ÿ“š read a chapter of Sophie's World
๐ŸŽง watching CYZJ (Chinese reality/contest show) used to frustrate me a lot because i found they spoke too fast for me to understand anything, even words i already know, but that isn't the case anymore!!! ๐Ÿ˜‡ still a long way to go, but i'm very happy with my steady progress โ˜บ๏ธ
๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“ Japanese lessons (happy to report my listening skills are freaking awesome ๐Ÿ˜Ž lol, meanwhile my reading in any of the 3 writing systems is shit ๐Ÿ’ฉ)
๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“ Korean lesson + passed the unit exam!! ๐ŸŽ‰
afternoon โœŒ๏ธ
โค๏ธ journalled in Korean
๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป chaotic, half-assed team planning meeting
๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป the higher-ups wanted to have another meeting, but idk what the point was, tbh
๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป fight my laptop for three hours of my life that i'm never getting back ๐Ÿ˜’
๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป more monitoring dashboards, yay! (seriously, now that i've been an engineer for a few years, i get so excited about this stuff ๐Ÿ˜… building new things isn't all that if you can't tell when/how/why it's breaking ๐Ÿ’”)
๐ŸŽง Korean short story that i was ready to give up on listening to after the first version ๐Ÿฅฒ but i stuck with it!! and by the ending review questions, i felt i learned some of the new vocabulary a little bit!! it's the small wins, guys โœŠ
evening ๐ŸŒ†
๐Ÿง  developmental psych readings (how many times do i have to re-learn the basics of psychology, science, and common sense?? i want to scream ๐Ÿ˜ญ)
๐Ÿง  speed-ran a bunch of review questions
๐Ÿ’Œ: no -> thoughts, head -> empty, sleep -> deeply desired from the bottom of my tired little heart โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน
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Mfs when they find out autism is a spectrum: ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซก๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿค˜๐ŸคŸ๐ŸซฐโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ–โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿคด๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿช–โ›‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿ‘“๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿ•ถโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’โ™กโ™ฅ๏ธŽโฅโฆโงโ˜™โขเฆแƒšแƒ“แƒฆษžสšเท†แฐ”แฉšแฐ”เฆžเฌ“แœŠแฅซแญก๊จ„เฎแฆ—๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿผ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿต๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿด๐Ÿ—๐Ÿบ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿœ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿฆ–๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿฆ—๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿก๐Ÿ ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŒต๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฟ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿชต๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ„๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅโ˜„๏ธโšก๏ธโœจ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒˆโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒคโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฅโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’จ๐ŸŒฌโ›„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ„๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉโ›ˆ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿซงโ˜”๏ธโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿง…๐Ÿง„๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฆช๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚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havve05 ยท 1 year
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Joseph Quinn - instagram au
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Y/i/n my curly headed family ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง
Username those curls are to die for ๐Ÿฅบ
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Milliebobbybrown lily my bestie ๐Ÿ’•
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Username she took the curly hair gene ๐Ÿซถ
^y/i/n kinda jealous of that ๐Ÿ˜‚
Yourmom cutest little girl โค๏ธ
Josephquinn my mini me ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ
^y/i/n she's literally all you ๐Ÿฅฒ
^josephquinn what can I say?๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ strong genes ๐Ÿ˜‚
Username hope y/n gets her mini me next time
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Y/i/n you donโ€™t make fun of someoneโ€™s height Joseph ๐Ÿ˜ก
^josephquinn Iโ€™m sorry my love,but you looked cute ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธ
^y/i/n okey,I forgive you ๐Ÿ˜˜
Username I can relate ๐Ÿ˜‚
Username this couple has my heart โ™ฅ๏ธ
Yourmom just donโ€™t let her fall sheโ€™s kinda clumsy ๐Ÿ˜‚
^josephquinn I promise ๐Ÿ˜‚
Username not y/nโ€™s mom exposing her ๐Ÿ˜‚
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^y/i/n I guess I also have strong genes ๐Ÿ˜‚
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Y/i/n mom and dad signing out for today โœŒ๏ธ
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^gatenm123 I donโ€™t know if you missed this but they already have a kid ๐Ÿค”
Username love how they switch from being responsible adults to teenagers ๐Ÿ˜‚
^y/i/n thatโ€™s what happens when lily goes to bed ๐Ÿ˜‚
Milliebobbybrown good night mom and dad ๐Ÿซถ
^y/i/n good night mills ๐Ÿ˜˜
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blakbonnet ยท 21 days
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Tagged by @snake-snack-stede @soupbtch @edsbacktattoo @spirker โค๏ธ
Last song: Fare Well, Hozier ๐Ÿฅฒ
Favourite colour: Black
Currently watching: i haven't been able to watch anything new since the second cancellation so I've gone back to basics - original Powerpuff girls ๐Ÿ’€โœŒ๏ธ
Sweet/spicy/savoury: Spice, but I love them all
Relationship status: Committed, (open and poly)
Current obsessions: OFMD, IWTV
Last thing I googled: pressure sensitivity procreate (can't figure it out lmao)
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Iโ€™m not sure how far along you are in the planning stage of the Wolf 4, especially since no.3 hasnโ€™t finished yet but Iโ€™m interested to know whether the story will end exactly after the last episode of season 4 of the originals or will we have an epilogue of sorts? something like how season 2 of the Wolf continued slightly into the vampire diaries? Understand if this is too much to ask since you havenโ€™t even started writing the season yet so sorry if this is slightly intrusive, I donโ€™t mean to sound pushy, just interested in your story telling โค๏ธ.
Hi, friend! โœŒ๏ธ I'm actually very far along in my planning process. ๐Ÿ˜‡ Nothing has been actually written yet, but I've had TW4 structured scene by scene, chapter by chapter, for three years now. lol I've recently gone over it and while I'm sure I'll tweak with it as I go, it's still ok. I added a thing or two, but it's mostly good to go. Now I just have to write it. ๐Ÿฅฒ
The idea is to end where the show ends. I'll have some extra scenes to wrap it up, but it'll finish there. But I do have an idea for an epilogue, which is basically just one scene like a year later. It doesn't really change anything, it's crucial, just a little treat I guess. If I get to write anything, it'll be that, but I have to see how I'll feel when I get there, if it will make sense or not. But that's it, that's as far as I'll go.
And it's not pushy at all! Please, don't apologize. I love talking about these things, so my ask is always open. โค๏ธ
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soldierpaladin ยท 7 months
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Fuck it. Every emoji
๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝโ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡โ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿบ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿน๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿจ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿข๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชปโš˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ’ปโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ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werewolf-transgenderism ยท 2 years
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little gay people in my phone i LOVE you, you are like friends to me I do not care if thatโ€™s parasocial of me
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this or thattt but with a theme and yk what theme lol
little or mix? ๐Ÿ’ฟ
jade perrie or leigh? ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง
wings or dna (song)? ๐Ÿงฌ
change your life or always be together? โ™พ
how ya doin? or going nowhere? ๐Ÿ“
dna (รกlbum) or salute (album)?
salute (the song) or move? ๐Ÿซก
little me or towers? ๐Ÿ—ผ
salute (album) or get weird? ๐Ÿ˜œ
black magic or love me like you? ๐Ÿช„
secret love song ft jason derulo or hair? ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ
love me or leave me or the end? โค๏ธ
get weird or glory days? ๐ŸŒธ
shout out to my ex or touch? ๐Ÿฅฒ
reggaeton lento or power? ๐Ÿ’ช
no more sad songs or oops? ๐Ÿ˜ญ
glory days or lm5? ๐Ÿ‘ธ
woman like me or think about us? ๐Ÿ’
strip or wasabi? ๐Ÿคฉ
more than words or only you? โœŒ๏ธ
lm5 or confetti (album)?
break up song or holiday? ๐Ÿ›ซ
sweet melody or confetti (song)? ๐ŸŽŠ
happiness or gloves up? ๐ŸฅŠ
confetti (album) or between us (album)? โœจ
bounce back or cannonball? ๐Ÿ”™
confetti ft saweetie (song) or heartbreak anthem? ๐Ÿ’”
kiss my (uh oh) ft annemarie or no? ๐Ÿ’‹
between us (song) or love (sweet love)? ๐Ÿ‘‘
cut you off or trash? โœ‚๏ธ
between us (album) or dna (album)?
okay thatโ€™s it hope you enjoyyy
AHH i'll try my best idk lil mix that well
mix
Jade
WINGS AHHH
always be together
going nowhere
DNA
SALUTEEEE
ooo idk girlie i'm stumped
GET WEIRD but mainly for hair
LOVE ME LIKE YOUUUUUUUUUU but that was tough
HAIRRRRRRRRRRR
love me or leave me :(
get weird
TOUCH OMG
powerrr
AHH IDK
glory days
think about us
BOTH
only youuu
confetttii
break up song
sweet melodies
happiness
confetti
right bounce back BUT i swear canonball was originally made by someone else and i LOVE that one
yeah damian rice love him singing it
heartbreak anthem.
KISS MY UH OH
between us
cut you off
between us
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thatboredaroace ยท 4 days
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all themojis
๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ขโ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคง๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ’ซโญ๐ŸŒŸโœจ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐ŸŽ‰โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’Ÿโ™ฅ๏ธโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿค›โœŠ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿ––๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿค™๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘ˆโ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ–•โœ๏ธ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿคท๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿง๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿง–๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿง๐Ÿคธ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿƒโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšต๐Ÿง—๐Ÿ‹๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคน๐ŸŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿคบโ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงž๐Ÿง๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง›๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿ•ด๏ธ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿต๏ธ๐Ÿชป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ„๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿƒโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿชจโ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐Ÿž๏ธ๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿซง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒช๏ธโšกโ˜”๐Ÿ’งโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธ๐ŸŒฉ๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ๐ŸŒฅ๏ธโ›…๐ŸŒค๏ธโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ›โญ๐ŸŒŸโœจ๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒ™โ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿต๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿน๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿฒ๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿข๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ–๐ŸŽ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๏ธ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŸ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿ™๐Ÿชผ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿ•ท๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๏ธ๐Ÿš๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿœ๐Ÿชฒ๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ…๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿง…๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿง„๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿž๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซ”๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿš๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿข๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿง๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฟ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿผ๐Ÿตโ˜•๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšจโ›ฝ๐Ÿ›ข๏ธ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿ›Ÿโš“๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿš๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๏ธ๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš•๐Ÿ›บ๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿšž๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš‰๐Ÿš๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš†๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿšคโ›ด๏ธโ›ต๐Ÿ›ถ๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿš€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽข๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽ ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ’ˆโ›ฒโ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ•‹๐Ÿ›•โ›ช๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿข๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿช๐ŸŸ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿš๏ธ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ›–โ›บ๐Ÿ•๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๏ธ๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒƒ๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ›ค๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—พ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿงณ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ†๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿงง๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ—๏ธ๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿ…๐ŸŽ–๏ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ“ขโšฝโšพ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ…๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐ŸฅŒ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸŽฟโ›ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ›นโ›ณ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฅ‹๐ŸฅŠ๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽณโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿช€๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿ•น๏ธ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿ”ซ๐ŸŽฒ๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽด๐Ÿ€„๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿ“ท๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ–ผ๏ธ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงต๐Ÿงถ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿช•๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽš๏ธ๐ŸŽ›๏ธ๐ŸŽ™๏ธ๐Ÿ“ป๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ฝ๏ธ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๏ธ๐ŸŽฌ๐ŸŽญ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽŸ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ–ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–จ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿงฎโš–๏ธ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿงฑ๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿชž๐Ÿšช๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ›‹๏ธ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿช ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช†๐Ÿงท๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿช’๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿ‘•๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบโ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿช–๐ŸŽ“๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿงข๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿชญ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿงณโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿฅฝโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงช๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿ—œ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฉ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ”จโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๏ธโ›๏ธโš™๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธ๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ–Š๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธโœ’๏ธโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿ—’๏ธ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ—‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿชช๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๏ธ๐Ÿท๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ—ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆโฑ๏ธโŒš๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธโŒ›โณโฒ๏ธโฐ๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—“๏ธ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿบโšฑ๏ธโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿšฌ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿชค๐Ÿ“œโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ—ก๏ธ๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšซโšช๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉถโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™ ๏ธโ™ˆโ™‰โ™Šโ™‹โ™Œโ™Žโ™โ™โ™โ™‘โ™’โ™“โ›Žโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ—ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๏ธโ•โ”โ—โ“โ‰๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโญ•โŒ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ”•๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ†˜๐Ÿ›‘โ›”๐Ÿ“›โ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ”บ๐Ÿ‰ใŠ™๏ธใŠ—๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๐Ÿˆต๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿ‰‘๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ†š๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚๐Ÿ”€โ–ถ๏ธโฉโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโชโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑใ€ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฐโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโ™ป๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ’น๐ŸˆฏโŽโœ…โœ”๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†“๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ†–โ„น๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”น๐Ÿงโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบโ™ฟ๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿ’Ÿโš›๏ธ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ•‰๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธ๐Ÿชฏโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโœก๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏโ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’โš•๏ธ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถโœ–๏ธโž•โž–โž—๐ŸŸฐโžฐโžฟใ€ฐ๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ณโ—ผ๏ธโ—พโ–ช๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฒโ—ป๏ธโ—ฝโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธโ€๐Ÿ—จ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐ŸŽŒ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๏ธ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ
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๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ขโ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘ป๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒžโ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ซโญ๐ŸŒŸโœจ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’Ÿโ™ฅ๏ธโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿค›โœŠ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿ––๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿค™๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘ˆโ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ–•โœ๏ธ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿคท๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿง๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿง–๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿง๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšต๐Ÿง—๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคน๐ŸŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿคบโ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงž๐Ÿง๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง›๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿ•ด๏ธ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿต๏ธ๐Ÿชป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ„๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿƒโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿชจโ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐Ÿž๏ธ๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿซง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒช๏ธโšกโ˜”๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒง๏ธ๐ŸŒฉ๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ๐ŸŒฅ๏ธโ›…๐ŸŒค๏ธโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ›โญ๐ŸŒŸโœจ๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒ™โ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿต๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿน๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿฒ๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿข๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ–๐ŸŽ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๏ธ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿณ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿ™๐Ÿชผ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿ•ท๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๏ธ๐Ÿš๐ŸŒ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿชฒ๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ…๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿ ๐Ÿง…๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿง„๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿž๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅจ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซ”๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿš๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿข๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿง๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฟ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿผ๐Ÿตโ˜•๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšจโ›ฝ๐Ÿ›ข๏ธ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿ›Ÿโš“๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿš™๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿš๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๏ธ๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš•๐Ÿ›บ๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿšž๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš‰๐Ÿš๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš†๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿšคโ›ด๏ธโ›ต๐Ÿ›ถ๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿš€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽข๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽ ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ’ˆโ›ฒโ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ•‹๐Ÿ›•โ›ช๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿข๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿช๐ŸŸ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿš๏ธ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ›–โ›บ๐Ÿ•๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๏ธ๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒƒ๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ›ค๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—พ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿงณ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ†๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿงง๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ—๏ธ๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿ…๐ŸŽ–๏ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ“ขโšฝโšพ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ…๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐ŸฅŒ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸŽฟโ›ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ›นโ›ณ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐Ÿฉฑ๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿฅ‹๐ŸฅŠ๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽณโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿงฉ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๏ธ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿ”ซ๐ŸŽฒ๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽด๐Ÿ€„๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿช„๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ–ผ๏ธ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงต๐Ÿงถ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿช•๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽš๏ธ๐ŸŽ›๏ธ๐ŸŽ™๏ธ๐Ÿ“ป๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ฝ๏ธ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๏ธ๐ŸŽฌ๐ŸŽญ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽŸ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ–ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–จ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿงฎโš–๏ธ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿงฑ๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿชž๐Ÿšช๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ›‹๏ธ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿช ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช†๐Ÿงท๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿช’๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿ‘•๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบโ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿช–๐ŸŽ“๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿงข๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿชญ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿงณโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿฅฝโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงช๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿ—œ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฉ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ”จโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๏ธโ›๏ธโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธ๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ–Š๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธโœ’๏ธโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿ—’๏ธ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ—‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿชช๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๏ธ๐Ÿท๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ—ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆโฑ๏ธโŒš๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธโŒ›โณโฒ๏ธโฐ๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—“๏ธ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿบโšฑ๏ธโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿšฌ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿชค๐Ÿ“œโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ—ก๏ธ๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšซโšช๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉถโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™ ๏ธโ™ˆโ™‰โ™Šโ™‹โ™Œโ™โ™Žโ™โ™โ™‘โ™’โ™“โ›Žโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ—ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๏ธโ•โ—โ”โ“โ‰๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโญ•โŒ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ”•๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ†˜๐Ÿ›‘โ›”๐Ÿ“›โ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ”บ๐Ÿ‰ใŠ™๏ธใŠ—๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๐Ÿˆต๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿ‰‘๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ†š๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚๐Ÿ”€โ–ถ๏ธโฉโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโชโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑใ€ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฐโœณ๏ธโ‡๏ธโ™ป๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ’น๐ŸˆฏโŽโœ…โœ”๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†“๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ†–โ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”น๐ŸŒ๐Ÿงโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบโ™ฟ๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿ’Ÿโš›๏ธ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ•‰๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธ๐Ÿชฏโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโœก๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿ•Žโ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†”โš•๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•โž–โž—๐ŸŸฐโžฐโžฟใ€ฐ๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ณโ—ผ๏ธโ—พโ–ช๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฒโ—ป๏ธโ—ฝโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธโ€๐Ÿ—จ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐ŸŽŒ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๏ธ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ
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๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ
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q1ngqve ยท 24 days
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DAY 5
So uhm.. the reason why I'm trapped wit him is because I accidentally broke one if his statues.. and like, I spilled tea on his book so he had to get a new one...๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜ž BUT IM STILL THRIVINGโœจ๏ธ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ˜š and he's a bit obsessive ngl. STILL, he's mah bbyโค๏ธ๐Ÿฅฐโ˜บ๏ธ
Question of the day: Would Aventurine hold your waist to assert dominance of other people trying to flirt with you? Srry if my grammar is shi lol๐Ÿ˜šโœŒ๏ธ
we love an obsessive man in this household โ˜๐Ÿป also i think he would? but heโ€™d also ask the other person to back off but in the joking way? thereโ€™s malice in his tone tho
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