꩜ ˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜
𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮.
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀.
꩜ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐꩜
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