𝘋𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘮 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢, 𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯. 𝘑𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘩, 𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘮 𝘧ü𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵. 𝘋𝘢𝘴 𝘔ä𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘨𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘻𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘻𝘶. 𝘌𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘦. 𝘋𝘪𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘦 𝘸ä𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘧ü𝘳 𝘈𝘶ß𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘳ä𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳. 𝘚𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘱𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘵𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘩𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘩𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘓ä𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘮 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘵𝘦. Cover by @bookloving_pearl <3 Thank you very very much!
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