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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 12 (Autistic author) They sit in companionable silence, the only sound Plankton's soft snores. Karen's eyes never leave his face, her thoughts a tumult of fear and hope. Sandy watches them both, her mind racing with questions and concerns. "What does this mean for him?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means his world is different now," Karen explains, her screen never leaving Plankton's sleeping form. "He'll have his moments, but we'll find a new normal." Sandy nods, trying to picture what that would look like. "But can he still...you know, talk, interact?" "It's not like that," Karen sighs, her voice a soothing lullaby. "He's not nonverbal. It's just that sometimes his brain can't keep up with the world around him. The sounds, the lights, the colors—it's too much." Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "I can see that," she says thoughtfully. "But he'll still be the same person, right?" Karen looks at her, her expression a mix of sorrow and hope. "He'll always be Plankton," she says, her voice firm. "But his autism has changed the way he experiences life. He'll see patterns where we see chaos, hear symphonies where we only hear noise." Sandy nods, trying to wrap her head around the concept. "What about his memories?" she asks, her voice tentative. "Does he still remember us, his life before?" Karen looks at her softly. "Yes," she says, her voice filled with reassurance. "But his short-term memory might be affected." Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "How long will it take for him to...to get better?" she asks, her voice hopeful. Karen's gaze falls to her hands, clutched in her lap. "There isn't a cure," she says, her voice a whisper. "But we can help him manage, make his life more comfortable." Sandy's eyes are glassy with unshed tears. "What can I do?" she asks, her voice desperate. "What can any of us do?" Karen takes a deep breath. "You can learn with us," she says, her voice strong. "You can support him, love him, be patient." Sandy nods, her eyes filled with a newfound resolve. "I want to help," she says, her voice steady. "But what about his plans, his schemes?" Karen looks at her, her expression a mix of sorrow and a ghost of a smile. "Those might have to take a backseat for a while. His mind has to heal." Sandy nods, her eyes never leaving Plankton. "I can handle that," she says, her voice filled with determination. "But what about the Krabby Patty formula?" Karen looks at her, her expression a mix of understanding and sorrow. "We'll have to see," she says, her voice soft. "For now, let's focus on getting him comfortable, okay?" Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "Okay," she whispers, her voice full of resolve. "We'll figure it out." Karen nods, her smile small but genuine. "Thank you," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. "It's going to be a tough adjustment for all of us." Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "We'll make it work," she says, her voice firm. "But what happens if he has another...episode?" Karen sighs, her screen slightly glazed with fear. "We just have to be there," she says, her voice shaky. "We'll learn his triggers, his comforts." Sandy nods, her mind racing with concern. "But what if it's in public?" "We'll handle it," Karen interrupts, her tone firm. "We'll have strategies, routines. It won't be easy, but we'll manage." Sandy sniffles, her voice now a sob. "What if he..." But Karen cuts her off, her eyes on Plankton, who's started to stir in his sleep. His antennae twitches, his body shifting under the covers. Slowly, Plankton's eye opens, his gaze unfocused. The room is a blur of patterns and colors, but Karen's voice is a steady beat in the cacophony. "Hey, sweetheart," she whispers, her hand brushing his cheek gently. "You're okay." Plankton's antennae twitch sluggishly, his body unwinding from the tight coil of sleep. "Home," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. Karen's eyes are on him, a silent vigil against the chaos of his mind. "You're safe," she whispers, her voice the calm to his storm. "You're home with me." Plankton's gaze sharpens slightly, his antennae moving in tiny, precise patterns. "Karen," he whispers, his voice like a distant echo. Karen leans in closer, her heart racing. "Yes, love?" she asks, her voice soothing. Plankton's antennae wave in the air, as if trying to capture the right words. "Need...Karen," he whispers, his eye searching hers. Karen nods, her smile gentle. "I'm here," she says, her voice a warm embrace. "Always." Plankton's antennae cease their frantic movements, then he notices Sandy. "Hi, Plankton," Sandy whispers, her voice soft.

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆! 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒔! 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅!! <33

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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 12 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Karen heads to Chip's room, her mind racing with a mix of anger and concern. She opens the door, her eyes scanning the darkness until she finds him. "Chip," she says firmly, her voice a mix of disappointment and determination. "We need to talk." Her son looks up from his pillow, his eyes red and swollen. "What is it, Mom?" "What happened with your dad?" Karen asks, her voice calm but firm. Chip looks up at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We talked," he says, his voice small. "But it didn't really go we–" "I know," Karen says, cutting him off. "But what did you say to him, Chip?" Her tone is firm, but her eyes are filled with concern. Chip swallows hard, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I just told him that I wanted to help," he says, his voice small. "And that I didn't want you to get hurt..." Karen's eyes narrow, her disappointment clear. "What exactly did you say Chip?" He sniffles, his screen meeting hers. "I said that you seem tired of his seizures, and that he's not being fair to you," Chip admits, his voice thick with regret. Karen's face tightens, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and sadness. "You have no right to speak for me, Chip," she says, her voice firm but not unkind. "I love your dad, and we deal with this together." She takes a deep breath, her hand on his shoulder, her screen searching his. "What else did you say?" Chip's shoulders slump, his eyes brimming with tears. "I said you're his punching bag, Mom," he whispers, his voice breaking. "That you're always so patient and that it's not fair t---" Karen's hand tightens on his shoulder, her disappointment etched in the lines of her screen. "Chip," she says, her tone sharp. "You don't get to tell me how to feel, or what I think about your dad." Her words cut through his regret like a knife, his eyes widening. "But I just wanted to—" "Chip," Karen says, cutting his protest short. "You don't know what it's like, what we go through every day." Her voice shakes with the weight of emotions held in check. "You're not helping by making assumptions." Chip's eyes well up with tears, his lower lip trembling. "But Mom," he stammers, "I just don't want you to get hurt." Karen's face softens, her hand squeezing his shoulder gently. "I know, sweetie," she says, her voice filled with understanding. "But your dad and I are a team. What we have is complicated, but it's ours. And when you say things like that, it's like you're choosing sides. It is hard to see the one you love struggle, but right now you're the one who's causing me, and us, to hurt." Chip's eyes fill with tears, his chest tight with guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean to make it worse." Karen sighs, her anger softening into sadness. "You didn't understand," she says gently. "But now you do." She sits beside him, her hand on his back. "What you said about your dad, it's not fair to him or to us." Chip's shoulders shake with sobs, his heart heavy. "I'm sorry," he manages to get out. "I just—" Karen's hand on his shoulder is warm, her voice steady. "Chip," she says, cutting his words off with a gentle firmness. "What you said to your dad, it wasn't right." Her eyes hold his, filled with a mixture of pain and love. Chip's gaze drops to the floor, his cheeks burning with regret. "I know," he mumbles, his voice small. "But I just wanted to tell him that—" "No, Chip," Karen says, cutting him off gently. "What you did was hurt him, and that's not what we do in this family." Her voice is firm, but her eyes are filled with concern. "We support each other, not push buttons we don't understand. Dad's not hurting me, but now I'm hurt by what you said." Chip nods, his eyes glued to the floor. "I know, Mom," he whispers. "I didn't think about how it would sound." Karen takes a deep breath, her hand moving to his cheek. "Look at me," she says, her voice gentle. "You can't fix this by pushing us apart." Her thumb wipes a tear from his cheek. "You have to talk to him, tell him you didn't mean it that way. Let's go find him." They leave Chip's room together, their steps heavy with the weight of unspoken words and regret.

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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 12 (Autistic author) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 Sandy's eyes follow his finger as it traces through the grid. "Ah, here it is," she says, her voice a calm hum. "I'm gonna go find Karen, I'll be back!" But then Mr. Krabs, who hasn't had Plankton try to steal the formula since the fry pan incident, comes in to check and see what he's up to. "What are ye doing?" Mr. Krabs snaps, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why isn't this little troublemaker trying to steal me formula?" Plankton's antennae wilt at the sound of Mr. Krabs' gruff voice, his sensory haven shattered by the intrusion. Mr. Krabs storms into the room, his claws waving in the air. "What's this nonsense?" he barks, his voice a thunderclap to Plankton. "A book; more like some blueprints!" Mr. Krabs sneers, his claws snatching the word search from Plankton's trembling hands. Plankton's eye widens with horror as Mr. Krabs crinkles the pages, ripping up the book. Mr. Krabs rips the pages with a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with malice. "This is what happens when ye too cozy with the enemy," he says, his voice a harsh crackle as he tips the bookshelf onto the floor with a bang. Plankton's antennae snap back, his body tense with fear. The painful memory of the frying pan flashes through his mind, his voice a terrified static. "No!" he squeaks. Mr. Krabs looms over him, his eyes a cold, hard gleam. "What's wrong with ye?" he barks, his voice a rough scratch of sarcasm. "Ye gonna cry?" Plankton's eye fills with tears. "No," he whimpers. Mr. Krabs laughs, his cackle echoing through the room. "Look at the tiny thief, so scared of a little noise!" he sneers, his voice a grating static. Plankton's body shrinks, his antennae drooping. "Krabs," he whispers, his voice a desperate static. Mr. Krabs' laughter fills the room, his claws still gripping the torn pages. "Look at the wittle thief," he mocks, his voice a cruel cackle. Plankton's single eye darts around the room, seeking escape from the crushing wave of stimulation. The pressure of Mr. Krabs' stare is like a boulder on his chest. "What's the matter, Plankton?" Mr. Krabs sneers, leaning down so his face is inches from Plankton's. "Afraid I'll catch you red- handed?" Plankton's antennae flatten against his head, his breath quick and shallow. "No," he whispers, his voice a static hiss of fear. Mr. Krabs' looming presence is like a shadow over him, his voice a grating buzz. "What's the matter, Plankton?" he sneers. "Can't handle a little competition?" Plankton flinches, his antennae retracting. The pressure of the crab's eyes bore into his soul, his voice a panicked static. "No, Mr. Krabs, please," he whispers. Mr. Krabs' claw slams down onto the coffee table, the impact rattling everything on it. "I see," he says, his voice a cruel chuckle. "Ye've gone soft."

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"Honey, did you take out the trash?" Karen called out to the living room. The only reply was the distant sound of the TV playing a sitcom laugh track. She sighed. Going into the living room, Karen found her husband, Plankton, sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly. The TV's blue light flickered over his face. She looked around the room, the piles of laundry, the dusty bookshelves, and the half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table. It was a mess, but she knew better than to wake him. Plankton had been working long hours at the chum factory lately, trying to make ends meet. His snoring grew louder, and she felt a wave of affection mixed with concern. Gently, she covered his legs with a blanket and bent to kiss his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn't wake up. In the kitchen, Karen grabbed a cup of coffee, the warmth and aroma grounding her for the evening ahead. The fridge hummed a low lullaby, reminding her of the chores left to do. The sink was full of dirty dishes, remnants of dinner. A pot with half-eaten chum congealed on the stovetop. Karen rolled up her sleeves, determined to tackle the chaos. She knew Plankton was exhausted from work. The clanking of pots and pans echoed through the tiny kitchen as she washed and sorted, her mind racing with thoughts of their future. A knock at the door startled her. She dried her hands on a towel, leaving wet spots like tears on the fabric. It was Hanna, her best friend since high school. Karen had not seen Hanna in weeks, and the sight of her brought a smile. Hanna was a burst of energy. "Hi, Karen! How's it going?" Hanna's voice was a mix of sweetness and the sharpness of someone who had seen too much of the world. She scanned the room, taking in the clutter, the stale smell of overworked air, and Plankton's snoring. "Hey, Hanna," Karen managed, her voice soft to not disturb his sleep. "It's been a bit hectic, but we're making do." Hanna stepped in, eyeing the mess sympathetically. "Looks like you could use a hand," she said, already grabbing a dish towel. Karen's smile grew. "You read my mind. Thanks." Hanna tossed the towel over her shoulder, ready to jump into the fray. "You know me," she said with a wink. "I've never been one to shy away from a mess." The two of them worked side by side, the rhythm of their movements harmonizing as they cleared the kitchen. Karen felt the tension in her shoulders begin to ease as Hanna filled the room with stories of her latest adventures, a welcome distraction from the monotony of chores. As the last plate was put away, the fridge closed with a satisfying click, Karen leaned against the counter. Hanna looked at her. "You've been carrying a lot, haven't you?" she asked, her voice gentle. Karen nodded, her eyes welling up. "It's just that with Plankton's job, and the bills..." Hanna pulled her into a tight hug. "I know, sweetie. You're doing the best you can." They sat down in the living room, the clean kitchen a testament to their friendship's strength. Hanna's screen searched Karen's for a sign of the spark that used to be there. "I can't remember the last time we went out together," Hanna said. "You two deserve a break." Karen's screen lit up at the suggestion, but quickly dimmed. "We can't afford it," she said, sighing. "Not with the overtime Plankton's been doing." Hanna leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, I might have a little surprise for you," she said. Karen looked up, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" Hanna pulled out a small envelope from her pocket and handed it to her friend. "A gift," she said with a sly smile. "A check from my winning lottery ticket." Karen's eyes widened as she opened the envelope. "Hanna, no!" she protested. "You can't just give us your winnings!" Hanna's smile didn't waver. "I can, and I want to. You've been there for me through everything. It's about time I returned the favor. Besides," she said with a wink, "what's a little chum between friends?" Karen's hands trembled as she read the check. It was more than enough to cover their rent and bills for several months. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she hugged Hanna tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. The weight of financial stress lifted slightly from her shoulders, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest. For a moment, the world didn't seem so overwhelming. Hanna pulled back, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. "Now, don't spend it all in one place," she teased. Karen laughed, the sound small but genuine. "I won't," she promised, the check clutched in her hand. "We'll use it wisely." The two of them sat quietly for a while, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The TV had switched to the news, and the low murmur of the anchor's voice filled the room. Plankton's snoring had become a comforting white noise. Hanna looked at Plankton, her expression thoughtful. "You know, I've always admired the way you take care of him," she said. "It can't be easy." Karen nodded, her thumb tracing the edges of the check. "It's not," she admitted. "But he's my Plankton. I love him, even when he's exhausting." Her gaze drifted to the sleeping form of her husband. Plankton's snores grew more even, his face finally relaxed. The lines of stress that usually pinched his features had smoothed out in sleep. Karen knew that Plankton had always dreamed of more than his life at the chum factory could offer. He was a man of ambition, his spirit too large for the cramped quarters they called home. Her thoughts turned to the gift from Hanna. The check represented more than just money; it was a beacon of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could finally start working towards those dreams.

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𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑨𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 (𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 (𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏) 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 (𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒈𝒐) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 (𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚! 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝒆𝒙-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆: 𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑾𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚? 𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒐𝒉! '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 (𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 (𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐) 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇

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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 1 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Karen was out buying cookies when Chip arrived home. So Chip goes up to find his dad Plankton, knowing his mom Karen's still shopping. He pushed open the door to his parent's bedroom, where Plankton sits on his bed. "Dad; hi!" Chip yells. Plankton's eye widens, startled by Chip. His body is as still as a statue. For a moment, Chip thinks his dad might be playing a prank on him, but then realizes something isn't right. "Dad? Dad!" Chip shakes Plankton's arm, but there's no response. Panic starts to build in his chest as he calls out louder, but Plankton doesn't budge. Chip's seen his dad in his zone before, but this is different. Plankton's eye glazed over, unblinking. Chip doesn't understand why he's not reacting, and he's too scared to leave the room. He tries once more to get his father's attention. "Dad, you're scaring me," Chip whispers, his voice trembling. Yet Plankton remains motionless, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding inside Chip. Chip's heard of people passing out, but his dad has never done this before. He tries to recall any information about his dad that might explain this eerie situation but comes up empty-handed. Everything seems in place, but the sight of his dad, so unresponsive, sends a chill down his spine, his eyes never leaving Plankton's still form. How's he gonna wake his dad up? He's seen him get lost in his thoughts before, his mind a whirlwind of genius ideas, but this... this is something he's never seen. He touches Plankton's face gently, expecting a flinch or a grumble, but nothing happens. It's as if his dad isn't even there, like he's a mannequin in a store window. "Dad?" Chip calls out, his voice a little louder now, trying to shake off his fear. "You okay?" Nothing. He needs to try something else. He remembers a TV show where a person was snapped out of a trance by a loud noise. Chip rushes to the kitchen, grabbing a pot and spoon, his footsteps echoing in the silent house. His hands shake as he crashes the pot against the spoon, creating a cacophony. He didn't know he's just causing his dad more pain. The sound reverberates throughout the house, but Plankton remains still. Chip's hope dwindles, fear taking its place. He wonders if he should call for help, but what if his dad wakes up? He's always so independent. What's Karen going to think? But Chip put the pot and spoon back. He goes back to Plankton, whom Chip didn't realize retreated even further into his overload with the touching and noises. Chip's panic is turning into something more akin to dread. "Dad?" Chip's voice cracks as he calls out again, his eyes scanning Plankton's face for any flicker of recognition. Yet none comes. Oblivious to the concept of autistic absence seizures, Chip has no idea that his dad's lack of response is due to a bombard of sensory input. In his desperation, Chip starts to pat his dad's cheeks, hoping to bring him back to reality. Plankton's skin feels cool and clammy under his fingertips, and the sight of his father's normally vivid eye now vacant sends a wave of terror crashing through his body. He's seen him zone out before, lost in his own world of inventions and schemes, but this is different. It's not the same as when he's busy at the chum bucket. He tries to remember if his dad ever talked about any health issues, but all that comes to mind are tales of his dad's past adventures. Could it be something serious? Was it something he missed? The weight of the situation presses down on him, making it hard to breathe. He feels helpless, unsure of what to do next. He's just a kid, not a doctor or a hero. Yet Chip decides trying to force him out of it. "Dad, come on, you gotta snap out of it!" Chip says, his voice shaking. He's seen this in movies, right? Someone's got to shake the person or something? He decides to do it. Gently at first, then more firmly as panic sets in. But Plankton remains unmoving, his gaze unchanged. Chip's fear turns into full-blown terror. What if his dad's in some kind of danger? What if he's stuck like this forever? Chip's mind races with worst-case scenarios as he continues to pat Plankton's face, his voice getting louder with each attempt. But no matter what he does, his dad doesn't react. The room feels like it's closing in around him. He tries to hold back tears not knowing what to do when your dad has a... what is this? He can't even name whatever's happening. He's seen his dad zone out before, during dinner or when he's in the middle of one of his crazy inventions, but this is something else. This is not the usual Plankton. This is not the dad he knows. He tries another way to force him out of it, with no knowledge of risking literally making Plankton get literally sick. He shakes Plankton harder, his voice growing more desperate. "Dad, you gotta snapshot out of this! It's not funny anymore!" But his father's body is like dead weight, his eye still unblinking. Chip feels a tear slip down his screen. He tries a different approach to physically force his dad out of this. He tickles him. Plankton always hates tickling, so surely this will work. But his dad's body doesn't even flinch. It's like he's not even there. He tries to think logically, but fear clouds his judgment. He doesn't understand why Plankton isn't snapping out of it. Why isn't he getting annoyed or saying his usual, 'Chip, stop that!' So Chip decides he needs to take matters into his own hands. He decides to forcefully get Plankton to react. He grabs a pillow and holds it over Plankton, thinking that an impromptu pillow fight might bring him back to the present. But even as Plankton's body topples to the side, he doesn't react. Chip's seen his dad ignore him before, but this is not the same. This is not the Plankton who would normally swat the pillow away with a laugh or a scolding. By then, Karen's finally come home from shopping, setting the cookies on the kitchen counter when Chip runs up to her in tears. "Mom! Dad's DEAD or, something.." he sobs, pulling her to the bedroom. "He won't wake up, and he's not moving!" Karen follows Chip into the bedroom, and she immediately knows what's happening. She sees Plankton lying on the bed, his body completely still, and Chip's tear-stained screen. Plankton never wanted Chip to know of his neurodisability, so they never told. It's something they both learnt to deal with while hiding it from Chip, but now Chip's seeing it firsthand. Karen aches for her son, his innocence shattered by fear. Yet she knew Plankton needs her more right now. "Mom, I just said hi to him and he froze. I've tried to shake him, yell at him, tickle him, and even hit him with a pillow, but he won't wake up!" Chip's words come out in a frantic rush. Karen's eyes fill with understanding and she hurries to Plankton's side. "Chip," she says calmly, knowing now's not the time to explain to Chip about neurodisabilities, nor how Chip unintentionally triggered him more; "Mommy will handle it. Why don't you go to your room? I'll take care of daddy." But Chip is too scared to leave his dad's side. He clings to Karen's leg, his small voice quivering. "But I--" Karen gently peels him off her and gives him a reassuring smile. "I know, sweetie. But let me take care of this. You go to your room, and I'll call you when everything's okay." Reluctantly, Chip nods, his eyes still glued to his dad. As he leaves the room, his mind fills with worries and questions. What is happening? Why won't his dad wake up? Meanwhile, Karen sat down by Plankton on the bed as she gently took his hand. She knew this was a moment she had been dreading. Plankton's autistic absence seizures were a part of their lives that they had managed to keep hidden from their son. They didn't want to scare Chip, and Plankton was always so embarrassed by them. But now, it was out in the open, and she had to find a way to explain without frightening Chip further. But for now, she needs to help Plankton out of the absence seizure first.

DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 2 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Karen takes a deep breath and squeezes Plankton's hand, calling his name softly. "Plankton, sweetie, come back to me." Her voice is a lifeline, a warm presence that Plankton's mind might be able to cling to. She knows from experience that his seizures can eventually be helped by her voice and gentle touch. "I'm here, it's okay," she whispers, stroking his antennae with her thumb. Chip's cries fade as he heads to his room. He's scared, confused, and feels alone. He doesn't know why his dad is acting so weird, but he trusts his mom. Eventually, Plankton's eye starts to blink, a sign that he's coming back. Karen's with relief, and she squeezes his hand, continuing to speak in hushed tones. "You're ok, Plankton. You're home with me." She knows how disorienting these episodes can be for him, and she wants to make sure he's fully grounded before anything else. As Plankton's gaze slowly refocuses, Karen watches. He tries to sit up, yet his body feels heavy and sluggish. "What happened?" he asks, his voice a croak. Karen's relief is palpable as she helps him sit up, still holding his hand. "You just had one of your episodes, sweetie. It's okay." She's careful with her words, not wanting to alarm him. "What do you remember?" Plankton looks around the room. "Chip," he murmurs. "Chip yelled hi, and then everything's patchy. I felt his presence yet I kept going deeper into the retreat, but I vaguely recall Chip bombarding me. And now I guess you apparently came.." Karen nods, her grip on his hand tightening. "Yes, Chip saw you and was scared. He didn't know what was happening." Plankton's face pales at the thought of his son being afraid. "Is he alr- Chip; he must've seen me! He witnessed..." Karen nods solemnly. "Yes, he saw everything. He's in his room now, I told him to stay there." Plankton sighs heavily, his eye closing briefly. "I know you're gonna say to tell him everything, how he's mature enough. Great, just great." Karen nods, her voice gentle. "We can't keep this from him forever, Plankton. He's seen you like this now. It's time to explain what's happening." Plankton sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping. He knows she's right, but the thought of Chip knowing his secret makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. But Karen's voice is firm. "We can't keep hiding this from him. He's old enough now. We have to tell him. I'll bring him in, okay?" Plankton nods weakly, his heart racing at the thought. He knows Karen is right; they can't keep this from him forever. Karen heads to Chip's room to find him curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow to his chest. His eyes are swollen from crying. "Hey, buddy," she says softly, sitting beside him. "Can you come with me?" Chip sniffs and nods, his eyes darting to the door. He's afraid, but he knows his mom will make it right. He follows her into the bedroom, where Plankton sits up, looking drained but alert. "Dad!" Chip cries out, running to Plankton's side. Plankton starts to scoot away. Karen intervenes quickly. "Chip, honey, let's give Daddy some space," she says, her voice calm but firm. Chip frowns, not understanding. "But he's okay?" Chip asks, his voice small and hopeful. "Yes, Chip," Karen says, sitting on the bed with Plankton. "Daddy just had a little... Plankton, why don't you tell him?" Plankton sighs, bracing himself for the conversation he's been avoiding. "Chip, what you saw was something you were never meant to see. You weren't supposed to see me like that. So I don't wanna hear a peep about it, ok?" Chip's eyes widen with confusion. "But what was that, Dad?" His voice is small, filled with fear. Plankton hesitates, trying to find the right words. "I JUST TOLD YOU TO FORGET ABOUT IT!" he snaps, his voice sharp. Chip flinches, surprised by his dad's harsh tone. Karen sighs, taking the lead. "Chip, honey, your dad's okay. It's like his brain goes on a tiny vacation without telling his body, and he can't move or talk during it." She tries to make it sound less scary. Chip's eyes grow wider, but his curiosity isn't satisfied. "But why? Why ca--" Plankton cuts him off, his tone sharp with agitation. "I don't have to explain myself to you." Chip's confusion turns to hurt. He doesn't know what he did wrong. He just wanted his dad to wake up. "Dad, you were just sitting ther-" But Plankton's harshness cuts him off again. "I said forget it, Chip! It's nothing you need to know!" Plankton's voice is filled with frustration and fear. Chip's eyes well up with new tears. "But I just wanted you to wake up," he whispers, his voice breaking. "Yo--" Plankton's sharpness slices through the air, his usual playfulness nowhere to be found. "I SAID, FORGET IT!" Karen's eyes widen at her husband's reaction. "Plankton, honey, maybe we should just tell him. He's seen it now; we can't keep hiding it," she suggests gently, trying to ease the tension in the room. Plankton looks at her with a mix of frustration and fear, his antennae twitching. "Fine," he grumbles, his voice softening. "But remember, this is my story, not yours." Chip, still sniffling, looks between his mom and dad. Karen gives Plankton a gentle yet firm look, and he sighs heavily. "Okay, Chip," he starts, "I've corpus callosum dysgenesis." Chip looks at him, puzzled. "What's th-" "It's a brain thing, okay?" Plankton cuts him off, his tone gruffer than usual. He can't bear the thought of his son knowing. Chip nods slowly, trying to comprehend. "But w---" "That's all you need to know," Plankton says, his voice clipped and final. But Chip's curiosity doesn't wane. "But, Dad, why can't you just wake up?" he asks, his eyes filled with concern and confusion. Plankton's antennae twitch in irritation. "CHIP, I TOLD YOU TO FORGET ABOUT IT!" His voice is sharp, cutting through the room like a knife. Chip recoils, his screen brimming with unshed tears. He doesn't understand why his dad is so upset. He just wanted to help, to make him snapshot out of whatever was wrong. Chip tries again. "Dad, Mom said you can't keep whatever from me anymo-" "ENOUGH, CHIP!" Plankton's shout echoes through the room. "It's not your business, it's mine! Now get lost!" The pain in Plankton's voice is palpable, and Chip can't understand why. Chip's eyes fill with tears, his heart aching. "But Dad, I just wanted to he-" "I SAID ENOUGH!" Plankton's voice booms through the room, his antennae quivering with frustration. Chip's voice trails off, and he takes a step back. He's never seen his dad so upset, and it scares him. "But Dad, I don't know what's wrong with you!" Chip's voice is small, his eyes filled with fresh tears. Plankton's outburst has only confused him more. Oblivious to Plankton's internal turmoil, Chip doesn't realize his dad's reaction is due to his autism. But the outburst only adds to Chip's confusion and fear. He looks at Karen with pleading eyes, desperately seeking comfort and answers.

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° 𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊, 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖞 ﹒﹒﹒ℑ𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔦𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫' 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ๋࣭ ⭑𖤐.。

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🦋 ୨୧ ‧ 𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓽 🌾 💛 🇫‌🇪‌🇦‌🇷‌🇱‌🇪‌🇸‌🇸‌ ა ‧₊˚🫶 ꩜ 🌠 𝒮𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝒩ℴ𝓌 💜 🧣 𝙍𝙀𝘿 ˖๋࣭ ⭑ 🍂 🗽─ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿 🩵 𓇼 🖤 ⤳ 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ⚔🐍 𐙚 🌷͙֒ℒℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 💗 ✿ 🪩 ʚɞ𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 ⸙͎ 🤎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ᐟᐟ☆ 🥂 〰 🌙 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 🕰️𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣤⣤⠀⢴⣶⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣤⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠛⠉⠻⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠃⠀⢀⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠇⠀⢀⣾⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡟⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⣠⣀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢛⣿⠟⠛⠓⣰⡿⠛⣿⡆⠀⢠⣿⡏⠀⠀⣼⣿⠾⢿⣿⡆⠀⣼⡿⠁⠀⣰⡿⠛⣿⡆⢠⣾⣿⣧⡾⠛⠛⣠⣾⢛⣻⣷ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⠀⠀⢰⣿⠁⢀⣿⠇⠀⣾⡟⠀⠀⢰⣿⣧⡤⠾⠋⠀⣰⣿⠃⠀⢸⣿⠁⢀⣿⠇⠀⢠⣿⡟⠀⠀⢰⣿⠛⠛⠋⠁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠃⠀⠀⢸⡇⣠⣾⠟⠀⣸⣿⣥⠖⢠⣿⠿⣿⣄⣀⠀⢠⣿⣧⡶⠀⢸⡇⣠⣾⠟⠀⠀⣾⡿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⣀⣤⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠿⠟⠁⠀⠺⠏⠀⠙⠛⠛⠀⠻⠿⠋⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⠛⠁⠀⠀ ⢀⡀⠀⢀⣾⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠘⠿⠶⠿⠛⠀⠀ Search "heyswiftie!" for more like this! <3⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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👢𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓽🦋 🐴𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒👸 💜𝒮𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝒩ℴ𝓌🤩 💋𝘙𝘌𝘋💄 🪩𝟙𝟡𝟠𝟡🗽 😈ℜ𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫🐍 💕𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻☀️ 🎹𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆🧚 🍂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎🥂 ✨𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 🌘 🅣🅐🅨 🅣🅐🅨 【1】【3】　

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˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖✩° 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ✩°

‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡🎄🎅🏻☃️❆🎀🔔☃︎‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡

𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷ℯ 𝓌ℯ 𝑔ℴ𝓉 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃🧣

‎‧₊˚🎀𝒑𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒔 & 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒔 (𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔)🎀‎˚₊‧

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𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓝𝓸, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓘𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓵, 𝓷𝓸, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 (𝓸𝓱!) 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂, 𝓘 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓸𝓱! 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮... 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 (𝓘) 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 (𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽) 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓴𝓮𝔂𝓼 (𝓴𝓮𝔂𝓼) 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 (𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂) 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 (𝓶𝓮) 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (𝔂𝓸𝓾) 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 (𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽?) 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪, 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 (𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮) 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂, 𝓘 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 (𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮) 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓸𝓱! 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮... 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝔂? 𝓞𝓱, '𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 (𝓸𝓱) 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮... 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮... 𝓞𝓸𝓱, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸

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ʚ♡ɞ 🩷 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐄! ✩ ꨄ︎💐

✮⋆˙ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 જ⁀➴

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ᴍʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ʜɪs ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏʏs 𝕯᥆ᥕᥒ 𝕭ᥲძ 𝓢𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷 ᵦᵤₜ ᴅₐ𝓭𝓭ᵧ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ⲏᵢₘ ℱ𝓇ℯ𝓈𝒽 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝓁𝒶𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖!!! gυιℓту αѕ ѕιη? ᵂʰᵒ'ˢ ᴬᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᴼᶠ ᴸⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴼˡᵈ ᴹᵉ? 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 (𝐍𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧) 🅛🅞🅜🅛 𝘐 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘋𝘰 𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒶 ℬℴ𝓌 🪶

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 '𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤" 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈'𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝🎶

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