ᶜⁱᵃᵒ ᵖᵃᵖᵃ ᵐⁱᵒ ᵖᵃᵖᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᶠᵃʳᵉʷᵉˡˡ, ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵒʷ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁱ ᵍᵒ, ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵃʳ? ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵉˡˡ. ⁱᶠ ⁱᵐ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵖᵃᶜᵏ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵃ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᵖᵉⁱᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢʰⁱⁿᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵇⁱʳᵈˢ, ᶜʰʳⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵉˡˡˢ, ᵈʳᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵖˡᵘᵐ ᵗʷᵒ ᵇᵃᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉᵃˢʰᵉˡˡˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵈʳᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʷⁱⁿᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ, ᶠᵃʳᵉʷᵉˡˡ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃᵖᵃ~
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Vincent Ishii-Peters never fitted right in with his siblings, sure he is also considered weird and an outcast...
꧁𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏? (𝑵�...
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