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πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 π’π’Šπ’‡π’†π’π’†π’”π’” πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ
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vaeylahh Β· 6 months ago
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vaeylahh Β· 6 months ago
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hellooo its my first time and i see the req is open so hey! lets push my luck! πŸ₯Ή can i req for hurt&comfort/slight angst reader x goo kim? where the relationship is falling apart but both is still in so much love but its just hard. just need a comfort from our blondie and stuffs. i read on the other answered box that u read lookism from like a year ago so its really fine if u ignore this one!! thank you in advanceπŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’“
I actually redownloaded webtoon to finish off the last episode/part i left from and I'm positive to say that i will be considering these requests, maybe a few days from now since i have alot of things in hand but i would most definitely love to do your request!
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Hello can u write James Lee ( lookism ) x feminine male!reader, he is the king of Busan and Goo's twin please
HII so i wanted to make clear that i actually read lookism like a year ago or something and i barely know anything about James Lee but i will try my best to provide and make a story! 😭😭 Thanks for your question!!
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vaeylahh Β· 6 months ago
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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops
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vaeylahh Β· 6 months ago
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π‘Ίπ’•π’–π’„π’Œ π‘Ύπ’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒀𝒐𝒖? π‘Ίπ’•π’–π’„π’Œ π‘°π’π’”π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒀𝒐𝒖.
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π“πˆπ‚π‚πˆ π“πŽππ˜ 𝐱 π…π„πŒ!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 πŽππ„ π’π‡πŽπ“
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Tw:: Slight mention of murder, smut, no plot porn, slight degradation (Reader insulting Toby Lol), soft!dom Toby, Power!sub reader, creampie, raw sex, use of weed, high Toby, cussing at every paragraph. (cuz the writer is immature)
π—”π—Ÿπ—Ÿ 𝗖𝗛𝗔π—₯π—”π—–π—§π—˜π—₯𝗦 𝗔π—₯π—˜ 𝟭𝟴+ π—œ π—ͺπ—œπ—Ÿπ—Ÿ 𝗑𝗒𝗧 π—•π—˜ π—ͺπ—₯π—œπ—§π—œπ—‘π—š 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗒𝗨𝗧 π— π—œπ—‘π—’π—₯𝗦.
If i missed out any warnings please tell me..
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It was a quiet night, living off by yourself and paying for your own tuition for college like every usual day because you insisted on being β€œindependent”. That really fucked you up to the core. Your dark undereye and pale lips were the evidence of those sleepless nights. You've sometimes regretted the foolish decision you made but then again, it was better than living off with your family who gives you zero to no privacy at all.
You were in the kitchen-living room downing down the 6th cup of coffee for the day. Your eyes lazily trailing off through the darkness and the pure silence of this depressing environment. You're not ready to end the day yet, you needed to do some jack shit project that had nothing to do with your course at all and it was driving you insane.
After finishing off your coffee, you simply placed the mug onto the sink ready to go back to whatever work you're doing on your computer but then you jolted back in surprise when you heard an all too familiar voice call out to you from your couch. A soft groan escaped your lips when you realized who it was.
Relaxing your tensed up shoulder, you made your way to the couch and just as you predicted, there was Toby, lazily slouching and man spreading on your couch like he owned the place. You didn't even realize he was in here, you wanted to ask when and how he got here unnoticed but something caught your attention. His eyes, tho it was dark, you couldn't mistake it to be slightly reddish meaning he was probably, currently high right now, smoked weed with his little killer friends too. You crossed your arms as you watched the man giggle at your pissed off expression.
Have i mentioned that Toby, an infamous serial killer around your neighborhood happened to be a friend-ish? If that's what you want to describe to him as. He's tried to kill you before, turns out you were the wrong target, tried to kill you either way to keep his identity a secret but you managed to convince him somehow to keep you alive. He had other plans, to put you in 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 π˜‚π˜€π—² for.
"Hey..i-i hope you don't mind me dropping by.." he spoke in a breathy tone with a shit-eating grin plastered on his lips. He moved closer to the arm chair, tugging at your arm with his gloved hands to pull you down with him on the couch. His neck twitched once as he did. "Come on..you know yo-you want muh-me here, what's with the frown?.."
You narrowed your eyes down at him and followed suit to his advances. Tho you're pissed–why wouldn't you? It's not everyday somebody clings to you so desperately like this. "Have you been smoking weed? Fuck you stink.."
He ignored your insult and nuzzled his face against your neck, pushing you down on the couch, making you accidentally hit your head on the armrest. You hissed and lifted your head up in annoyance. "Sorry.." He murmured against your neck, lightly rubbing the spot where you hit your head as if he could magically make the pain go away. As if this man knows what pain felt like.
You gritted your teeth in annoyance, narrowing your eyes at him but let go of it soon enough as he cuddled up to you. The man π—₯π—˜π—˜π—žπ—¦ with sweat, blood and dirt. Sometimes you don't even understand how your gut was strong enough to withstand this stinky man. "I-i missed you Y/N..rea-..really i did.." Toby whispered against your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.
"I don't, damn it. When was the last time you showered?" You spoke harshly thinking he was just gonna cuddle up to you like any other day but that thought was soon scrapped when he pushed your legs apart–quite literally smacking it. He ground his hips against yours lightly, whimpering at your ears like the submissive fuck he was. "Y/N..cuh-can i touch you?.." He whispered softly, his hot breath tickling your neck as he spoke.
Your mind short-circuited at his advances, it took you a good minute to realize what was happening and what he was implying. You laid there staring up at the ceiling with your mouth open trying to think of something to say. It didn't make any sense that you're freaking out now, It's not like this was your first time having him act like a horny teenager around you, this man had his whole adolescence robbed from him by his shitty father–but then again it caught you off guard.
"Well yeah but-.." before you could even finish your sentence, he was already straddling your hips while undoing the belt of his jeans with shaky hands. "Take..take-..this off..please" He spoke in a shaky, breathy voice, tugging at your shorts before going back to his own pants. "You're so pathetic sometimes you know?.." The words left your mouth without you even realizing it.
He whined at your insult, yet you could quite literally see the desperation in his eyes. His cheeks getting reader and he was getting sweatier than usual. You complied to his request or more like his demand, tugging your shorts down along with your underwear. He lifted his hips up a bit so you could pull it down further. "Yes..yes..juh-just like that.." his head twitching to the side from excitement as he stared at your folds.
He unzipped his pants, palming himself two to three times through his boxers before pulling out his half-hard shaft out. He held your hips with one hand, the other stroking his member to life as he focused at the way your body looked underneath him. His mind racing with the intense adrenaline of his previous mission and the person laying beneath him which was π˜†π—Όπ˜‚.
You watched thoroughly as he stroked himself, muttering curses underneath his breath as he held you in position with his rough, gloved hand. He's already leaking pre-cum down to your lower stomach, The sight made you shiver throughout your whole body, all the way down to your slick folds.
With half-lidded eyes, he laid flat ontop of you again, nuzzling his face against your neck. His hand squishing between you two as he guided his shaft down at your wet folds. Slowly he sunk into your tight, gummy walls, making him whimper.
He placed one arm over your head while his free hand held your hips tightly, his nails digging onto your flesh enough to bruise.He lazily moved his hips, thrusting in and out of you slowly at first. "Oh shit...you-.. you're so good, so..th-tight.." he moaned against your ear before lightly biting down at your neck. he quickened his pace with each thrust, unable to hold back from the pent up frustration he's stored upon himself.
His weight, alongside the feeling of him biting down on your neck made you feel light headed. You close your eyes tightly, focusing on the perfect rhythm of his hips thrusting against yours. It makes your legs shaky but in a desperate attempt to keep him close, you wrapped your legs around him. The couch creaking beneath you as he went faster. "Jesus Christ.. Toby..slow down-" Your moans more noticeable than before from his roughness.
"Oh fuck-..FUCK! Ah-..mhm.. I'm gonna-.." Toby moaned louder along with you as he chased his orgasm. He felt a familiar tingle in his lower abdomen, his cock twitching with needs and with the last couple of thrusts, he was spilling himself deep inside you. He stayed inside of you, making sure his cum was buried deep within.
You held him tightly against your chest until the pleasure subsided, eyebrows furrowed and beads of sweat forming around your forehead. Slowly you opened your eyes again, adjusting to the darkness of the living room with only the moonlight's glow acting as a dim light for you to see. You ran your hand through the Brunette's hair, pushing his messy hair out of his face.
"You staying?.." You spoke in a breathy tone.Β  Toby responded with a simple hum as he adjusted himself around you. He held you tightly, making sure you won't leave him even after he fell asleep. It's not like you could anyway, he was heavy as hell.
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vaeylahh Β· 7 months ago
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☏☽!!𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 π’Šπ’π’•π’“π’!!☽☏
(𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝑻π‘ͺ)
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π‘΄π’š π’π’‚π’Žπ’†'𝒔 π‘½π’†π’š 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Š π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒔 π’Žπ’š π’‰π’π’ƒπ’ƒπ’ˆ!
𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Š π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š π’†π’π’‹π’π’š 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’„π’‰ π’Š
π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 π’Šπ’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕.
!!𝑫𝑰𝑺π‘ͺ𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑺!!
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’‚ 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 π’Šπ’” 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’„π’π’π’”π’Šπ’”π’•π’†π’π’• 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Š π’‚π’Ž π’‚π’π’“π’†π’‚π’…π’š
π’‚π’‘π’π’π’π’ˆπ’Šπ’›π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’ 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 π’Šπ’‡ π’Šπ’Ž 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’–π’‘π’…π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰!
π’Šπ’Ž π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’–π’π’•π’Šπ’‘π’π’† π’‡π’‚π’π’…π’π’Žπ’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‚π’Žπ’π’π’ˆ
𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 π’‡π’‚π’π’…π’π’Žπ’”, 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’Žπ’π’”π’•π’π’š 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏.
π‘¬π’π’ˆπ’π’Šπ’”π’‰ π’Šπ’” π’Žπ’š 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 π’π’‚π’π’ˆπ’–π’‚π’ˆπ’† 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆
π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’Žπ’† 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. πŸ™πŸ™
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γ‹‘π‘©π’π’–π’π’…π’‚π’“π’Šπ’†π’”γ‹‘:
—𝑰 π’‚π’Ž π’–π’π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’ˆπ’†π’… 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Š π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’‰π’‚π’•π’†π’—π’†π’“ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 π’Š π’˜π’‚π’π’• (𝒀𝑬𝑺 π’Šπ’π’„π’π’–π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’Žπ’–π’•) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’–'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’„π’π’Žπ’‡π’π’“π’•π’‚π’ƒπ’π’† π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ ��𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 π’‚π’ƒπ’”π’π’π’–π’•π’†π’π’š π’‡π’Šπ’π’†! π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏 π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’Žπ’š π’‘π’‚π’ˆπ’†.
—𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 π’†π’—π’†π’“π’šπ’π’π’†. π’Š π’˜π’‚π’π’• π’Žπ’š π’‘π’‚π’ˆπ’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’—π’Šπ’†π’˜π’†π’“π’”.
—𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 π’•π’‚π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’Ž 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’„π’π’Žπ’‡π’π’“π’•π’‚π’ƒπ’π’† π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰.
β€”π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ π’‘π’“π’π’ˆπ’“π’†π’”π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’π’π’ˆπ’†π’“ π’Š π’”π’•π’‚π’š 𝒔𝒐 π’”π’π’Žπ’† π’ƒπ’π’–π’π’…π’‚π’“π’Šπ’†π’” π’˜π’Šπ’π’ π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’† π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆.
β˜”οΈŽπ‘΄π’š 𝒅𝒐'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’Šπ’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’‚π’„π’„β˜”οΈŽ
𝑫𝒐'𝒔:
‒𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, π’”π’Žπ’–π’• 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’‚π’π’ˆπ’”π’•. (π‘°π’Œ π’”π’π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒇 π’šπ’‚π’π’ 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’π’‚ π’„π’π’Žπ’† 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 π’Žπ’† 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’„π’π’π’”π’Šπ’…π’†π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’Ž π’–π’π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’ˆπ’†π’… 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’– 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Šπ’• π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏 π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’Žπ’š π’‘π’‚π’ˆπ’† β™‘β™‘)
‒𝑰 π’Žπ’‚π’‹π’π’“π’Šπ’•π’š 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 π’Žπ’‚π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’Š'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’† π’”π’†π’“π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒐𝒇 π’”π’•π’π’“π’Šπ’†π’” π’Šπ’‡ 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒐𝒓 π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’†π’…
‒𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‡π’‚π’π’‡π’Šπ’„π’” π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’‡π’‚π’π’…π’π’Žπ’” π’Š π’Œπ’π’π’˜ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 π’Šπ’‡ π’Šπ’Ž 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’†π’™π’‚π’„π’•π’π’š π’Šπ’ π’Šπ’• (𝒂𝒔 π’π’π’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒔 π’Š 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Œπ’π’π’˜π’π’†π’…π’ˆπ’†)
‒𝑰'𝒍𝒍 π’•π’“π’š 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 π’…π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’† 𝒂𝒔 π’Š 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 π’Š π’˜π’π’–π’π’… 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’‡π’†π’Žπ’‚π’π’†/π’Žπ’‚π’π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’ˆπ’†π’π’…π’†π’“ 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.
‒𝑰𝒕'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 π’π’π’—π’†π’π’š π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’‚π’π’ π’ˆπ’‚π’—π’† π’Žπ’† π’’π’–π’†π’”π’•π’Šπ’π’π’” 𝒔𝒐 π’Š π’˜π’π’–π’π’… π’•π’“π’š 𝒕𝒐 π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“ π’•π’‰π’†π’Ž 𝒂𝒔 π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰ 𝒂𝒔 π’Š 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅!
β€’π‘Ύπ’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’…π’Šπ’‡π’‡π’†π’“π’†π’π’• π’Œπ’Šπ’π’Œπ’” π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’‘π’Šπ’”π’”, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, π’Œπ’π’Šπ’‡π’†, π’ƒπ’“π’†π’‚π’•π’‰π’‘π’π’‚π’š π’ƒπ’…π’”π’Ž 𝒐𝒓 π’˜π’‰π’‚π’•π’†π’—π’†π’“, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Š π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 π’…π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’†!
𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕:
‒𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’‘π’† π’”π’Žπ’–π’• 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’π’ƒπ’—π’Šπ’π’–π’” 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔. π‘°π’Œ π’”π’π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒇 π’šπ’‚π’π’ π’‡π’“π’†π’‚π’Œπ’š π’…π’†π’‚π’Œπ’šπ’” π’ˆπ’†π’• 𝒐𝒏 π’Šπ’• 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’Šπ’ 𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’‰π’π’π’†π’”π’•π’š, π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’‘π’† π’…π’Šπ’”π’ˆπ’–π’”π’•π’” π’Žπ’†.
‒𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝑡𝑢𝑻 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝑭𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 π’Œπ’Šπ’π’Œ (𝒐𝒓 π’˜π’‰π’‚π’•π’†π’—π’†π’“ 𝒕𝒇 π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’…π’Šπ’ˆπ’–π’”π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’‰π’Šπ’• π’Šπ’”) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒅0𝒑𝒉!π’π’Šπ’‚ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’π’ƒπ’—π’Šπ’π’–π’” 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔. π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’– π’ˆπ’†π’• 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒇 π’‚π’π’š 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’ˆπ’•π’‡π’ 𝒐𝒇 π’Žπ’š π’‘π’‚π’ˆπ’†, π’šπ’π’–'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’˜π’†π’π’„π’π’Žπ’† 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
‒𝑰 π’˜π’π’π’• 𝒃𝒆 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‡π’‚π’π’…π’π’Žπ’” π’Š 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’Œπ’π’π’˜ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, π’Šπ’Ž π’”π’π’“π’“π’š 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’Š 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’˜π’‚π’π’• 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓
β€’ π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’Žπ’–π’• 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 π’–π’π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’ˆπ’†π’… 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔, π’Šπ’…π’„ π’Šπ’‡ π’•π’‰π’†π’š'𝒓𝒆 π’‚π’ˆπ’†π’… 𝒖𝒑 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Š π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… π’Š 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’˜π’‚π’π’• 𝒕𝒐 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’† 𝒑𝒆𝒅0𝒑𝒉!π’π’Šπ’„ π’”π’‰π’Šπ’•
β€’π’Š π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆, π’Šπ’ π’‚π’π’š π’„π’Šπ’“π’„π’–π’Žπ’”π’•π’‚π’π’„π’†π’” π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’† π’”π’Žπ’–π’• 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 π’π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, π’Š π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’† π’”π’•π’π’“π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒐𝒇 π’‡π’Šπ’„π’•π’ŠοΏ½οΏ½π’π’‚π’ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓
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