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āĻŽāχ āĻ•āĻžāĻŽā§° āĻŽāĻžāϜāϤ⧇ āϜāĻŽāύāĻŋ āϕ⧰āĻŋ āĻŦā§° āĻ­āĻžāϞ āĻĒāĻžāĻ“āρāĨ¤ āĻŽāĻžāĻšā§‹āϞ āϜāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāϞ⧇āĻšā§‡ āĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āϕ⧰āĻŋ āĻŽāϜāĻž āϞāĻžāϗ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āχ! āϘ⧰āϤ āĻŽāχ āφāύ āĻ•āĻžāĻ•ā§‹ā§ąā§‡ āύāĻžāĻĒāĻžāĻ“āρ; āĻ¸ā§‡ā§Ÿā§‡ āϕ⧇āϤāĻŋ⧟āĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻŽā§€āĻ• āφ⧰⧁ āϕ⧇āϤāĻŋ⧟āĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§āϤ⧰āĻ• āĻœā§‹āĻ•āĻžāχ āĻŽāϜāĻž āϞāĻ“āρāĨ¤  đŸ˜ƒđŸ˜ƒđŸ˜ƒ
āĻŦāĻŋ⧟āĻžā§° āφāĻ—āϤ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ˛ā§āϞ⧀āϤ āĻŽāχ āĻāϟāĻž āĻŦ⧈āĻĻ⧇āĻļā§€āĻ• āĻļāĻŋāĻ•ā§āώāĻž āύāĻŋāϝ⧁āĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻˇā§āĻ āĻžāύāϤ āĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋āĨ¤ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ–āĻžā§°āĻ–ā§‹ā§ąāĻž āĻœā§€āĻ­āĻžā§° āχāĻ‚āϞāĻŋāϚ āωāĻšā§āϚāĻžā§°āĻŖā§° āĻ…ā§ąāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻž āϏāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύ āϏ⧁āĻŦāĻŋāϧāĻžāϜāύāĻ• āύāĻžāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āĻ¸ā§‡ā§Ÿā§‡ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āφāĻ›āĻŋāϞ āĻ…āĻĢāĻŋāϚ⧰ ā§ąā§‡āĻŦāϚāĻžāχāϟāϤ āĻ›āĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§° āĻ›āĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§°ā§€ā§° āϝāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻļā§āύ āφāĻšā§‡, āϏ⧇āχāĻŦā§‹ā§°ā§° āϏāĻšāĻžā§°āĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋ⧟āĻžāĨ¤ āϞāĻ—āϤ⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĻ⧇āĻļā§° āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻŦāĻŋāĻĻā§āϝāĻžāϞ⧟āĻŦā§‹ā§°ā§° āϞāĻ—āϤ āĻŽā§‡āχāϞāϝ⧋āϗ⧇ āϝ⧋āĻ—āĻžāϝ⧋āĻ— āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŦ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤ āĻŽā§āĻ ā§° āĻ“āĻĒā§°āϤ āĻŽāχ āĻĻāĻŋāύāϤ⧋ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āĻŽā§āĻĒāĻŋāωāϟāĻžā§°āĻŸā§‹āϤ⧇ āϞāĻžāĻ—āĻŋ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāĻŦ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ—āϤāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻŽāύāĻŸā§‹ āĻ•ā§°ā§āĻŽāĻĨ āϕ⧰āĻŋ ā§°āĻžāĻ–āĻŋāĻŦāϞ⧈ āϏāĻšāĻ•ā§°ā§āĻŽā§€āϏāĻ•āϞāϕ⧇ āĻœā§‹āĻ•āĻžāχāĻŽā§‡āϞāĻŋ āĻĨāĻžāϕ⧋ āφ⧰⧁!
āĻāĻŦāĻžā§° āĻŽāχ āĻŽāϜāĻž āϞāĻŦāϞ⧈āϕ⧇ āϚ⧰āĻĻāĻžā§°ā§° āϜ'āĻ• āĻāϟāĻž āĻŽā§‹ā§° āϚ⧰āĻĻāĻžā§° āϏāĻšāĻ•ā§°ā§āĻŽā§€ āĻāϜāύāĻ• āĻļ⧁āύāĻžāχāĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋āĨ¤ āϏāĻŋāĻĢāĻžāϞ⧇ āϚ⧰āĻĻāĻžā§° āϜ'āĻ• āĻļ⧁āύāĻŋ āϝāĻŋ āĻ—āĻšā§€āύ āĻšā§ˆāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻĻāĻšāĻŦāĻžā§° āϤāĻžāĻ• "āĻĒā§āϞāĻŋāϜ ⧟āĻžā§°, āĻĻāĻŋāϞ āĻĒ⧇ āĻŽāϤ āϞ⧇āĨ¤ āĻŦāϚ āĻāĻ• āϜ'āĻ• āĻšāĻŋ āϤ'āĻš āĻšā§āĻ¯ā§‡ā§Ÿ" āĻ•ā§‹ā§ąāĻžāϤāĻšā§‡ āϝ⧇āύ āĻ¨ā§°ā§āĻŽā§‡āϞ āĻšā§ˆāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āĻšāĻŋāσ āĻšāĻŋāσ 😉😉😉
āφāĻŽāĻžā§° āĻ…āĻĢāĻŋāϚāϞ⧈ āϝ⧇ āĻ•ā§‡ā§ąāϞ āĻšāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāĻ­āĻžāώ⧀ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤ⧰ āĻ­āĻžā§°āĻ¤ā§€ā§Ÿ āĻ›āĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§° āĻ›āĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§°ā§€āĻšā§‡ āφāĻšāĻŋāĻ›āĻŋāϞ āĻāύ⧇ āύāĻšā§ŸāĨ¤ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ˛ā§āϞ⧀āϤ āĻĒā§āĻŋ āĻĨāĻ•āĻž āĻŦāĻšā§āϤ⧋ āĻ…ā§°ā§āĻ¨ā§āϤ⧰āĻžāĻˇā§āĻŸā§ā§°ā§€ā§Ÿ āĻ›āĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§° āĻ›āĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§°ā§€āĻ“ āφāĻšāĻŋāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āĻāĻŦāĻžā§° āĻāϜāύ āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§ā§°ā§‹ āĻ›āĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§° āφāĻšāĻŋāϞ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āϏāĻšāĻ•ā§°ā§āĻŽā§€ āύāĻĻā§€āĻŽā§° āĻ“āϚ⧰āϞ⧈āĨ¤ āύāĻĻā§€āĻŽ āϤ⧇āϤāĻŋ⧟āĻž āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ•āĻžāώ⧰ āĻ•'āĻŽā§āĻĒāĻŋāωāϟāĻžā§°āĻŸā§‹āϤ⧇ āĻŦāĻšāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻ•āĻžāĻŽ āϕ⧰āĻŋ āφāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§ā§°ā§‹ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧇ āύāĻ•ā§ˆāϛ⧋ āφ⧰⧁ āĻ—ā§‹āĻ•āĻžāϟ āφāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻžā§°ā§‹ āĻ•āĻŋāϜāĻžāύāĻŋ āĻ…āϞāĻĒ āωāĻœā§āĻŦāϞ! āĻšāĻŋāσāĻšāĻŋāσ  đŸ˜‰đŸ˜‰đŸ˜‰āĻŽāχ āχāϤāĻŋāĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇ āĻŽā§‡āχāϞāϤ āύāĻžāĻ­ā§‚āϤ āύāĻžāĻļā§ā§°ā§āϤ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻļā§āύ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āĻŽāĻžāύ⧰ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤ⧰ āϞāĻŋāĻ–āĻŋ āϞāĻŋāĻ–āĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāĻ—ā§°ā§€ āĻ—ā§ˆāĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋ āĻĻ⧌!đŸ˜ĨđŸ˜ĨđŸ˜Ĩ āĻ…āϞāĻĒ āĻŽāύāĻŸā§‹ āĻĒāĻžāϤāϞāĻžāĻŦāϞ⧈ āωāĻĒāĻžā§Ÿ āĻŦāĻŋāϚāĻžā§°āĻŋ āφāĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧋āĨ¤ āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§ā§°ā§‹āĻŸā§‹āĻ• āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋ āύāĻŋāϜāϕ⧇ āĻ•'āĻ¨ā§āĻŸā§ā§°āϞ āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŦ āĻ¨ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§°āĻŋāϞ⧋āĨ¤ āĻ—āĻžāχ āĻĻāĻŋāϞ⧋ āĻŦāĻžāĻĒā§āĻĒ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ•āĻžāϞāĻž āĻļā§āĻŦāĻž āĻ•āĻžāϞāĻž āĻ—āĻžāύāĻŸā§‹āĨ¤ āύāĻĻā§€āĻŽāĻ• āωāĻĻ⧇āĻļā§āϝāĻŋ āĻ•'āϞ⧋ "āύāĻĻā§€āĻŽāĻœā§€  āϞ' āφ āĻ—ā§ŸāĻž āĻ•āĻžāϞāĻž āĻŸā§€āĻ•āĻž" āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§ā§°ā§‹ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ“ āĻļ⧁āύāĻŋāϞ⧇āĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻš'āϞ! āϏāĻŋāϤ⧋ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦ⧁āϜāĻŋ āύāĻžāĻĒāĻžā§Ÿ - āĻŽāχ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāϞ⧋ āĻŽāύāϤ⧇āĨ¤đŸ˜ŽđŸ˜ŽđŸ˜Ž āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§ā§°ā§‹ā§ąā§‡ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻĢāĻžāϞ⧇ āϚāĻžāχ āύāĻĻā§€āĻŽā§° āϏāĻŽā§āĻ–ā§° āϚāϕ⧀āĻ–āύāϤ⧇ āĻŦāĻšāĻŋ āĻ•'āϞ⧇ "āϕ⧇āχāĻšā§‡ āĻšā§‹?" āĻšāĻž  āĻŽāχ āĻļāĻŋāϞ āĻĒā§°āĻž āĻ•āĻĒ⧌! 😲😷āϝāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āϏāĻŋ āĻ…āĻĢāĻŋāϚāϤ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāϞ āĻŽāχ āĻ āĻŋāĻ•āĻŽāϤ⧇ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ•āĻžāĻŽāϤ āĻŽāύ āĻŦāĻšāĻžāĻŦ āĻ¨ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§°āĻŋāϞ⧋ āĻĻ⧌!!! āϏāĻŋ āĻ¯ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§° āĻĒāĻžāϚāϤ āύāĻĻā§€āĻŽāĻ• āϜāĻžā§°āĻŋāϞ⧋ āĻāώ⧇āĻ•āĻž āĻŦā§‹āϞ⧋ "āĻŽā§‹āĻ• āφāĻ—āϤ⧇āχ āύāĻ•āϞ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋ⧟ āϝ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§ā§°ā§‹ā§Ÿā§‡ āĻšāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§€ āϜāĻžāύ⧇ āĻŦ⧁āϞāĻŋāĨ¤" āύāĻĻā§€āĻŽā§‡ āĻ•'āϞ⧇ "āĻ—āĻŽāĻŸā§‹ āĻĒāĻžāϞāĻž, āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšāĻ• āϕ⧇āϤāĻŋ⧟āĻžāĻ“ āφāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻžā§° āĻāĻˇā§āϟāĻŋāĻŽā§‡āϟ āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŦ āύāĻžāĻĒāĻžā§ŸāĨ¤" āϏāϚāĻžāρāĻ•ā§ˆ āϏ⧇āχāĻĻāĻŋāύāĻžā§° āĻĒā§°āĻž āφ⧰⧁ āύāĻŋāϜ⧰ āĻŽāύ⧋⧰āĻ¨ā§āϜāύ⧰ āĻ•āĻžā§°āύ⧇ āφāύ⧰ āĻ“āĻĒā§°āϤ āϜ'āĻ• āύāϕ⧰āĻž āĻš'āϞ⧋āĨ¤đŸ¤•đŸ¤•đŸ¤•đŸ¤•

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