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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑�π€π˜π’ π†πŽ π“ƒŠ π˜‰π˜•π˜π˜ˆ by chxrrysweett
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⬩➀ ❝ π‡π„π‘πŽπ„π’ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 π’π“π‘π€π˜π’ π€π‹π–π€π˜π’ π…πˆππƒ π˜πŽπ”. ❞ γ…€ ━ㅀ γ…€γ…€γ…€β•° You've watched them grow up from a distance, one generation after another-feeding strays, counting names the city no longer says out loud. You don't keep them. You never do. You just make sure they're fed, warm, and remembered if they don't come back. ⌞ The new kids shine just as bright. That's what worries you most. ⌝ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π’π“π‘π€π˜π’ π†πŽ || Β© 𝐜𝐑𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐭