ೃ࿐ 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇
┏━━━━•˚➶ 。˚જ ✾•━━━━┓
𝒯𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓂 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓉.
┗━━━━•˚➶ 。˚જ ✾•━━━━┛
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❝𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳.❞
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𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨
𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚
𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙩.
✦•······················•✦•······················•✦
❝𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳.❞
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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲
𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.
𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝.
➹᭝ꪶ.
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