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Copy & Paste 570 Emojis & Symbols ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽโ€œPlankton can you at least comeo

๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽ โ€œPlankton can you at least come out and do the dishes?โ€ Karen says. Her husband Plankton has been working at his desk, trying to plan and scheme. She brought him his meals for the past two days. He stayed up all night! โ€œHoney?โ€ No response. So she decided to go check on him. She goes to peek through the door. Plankton sat at his desk, slumped over, fast asleep. She saw his head nodded to the side, resting on his arm. A soft snore echoed in the silence. She noticed he was drooling a bit from his open mouth onto a stack of crumpled papers. Karen approached him. "Plankton," she cooed, placing her hand on his shoulder. He didn't budge. Karen gently shook him, but his snores grew louder. โ€œCโ€™mon, sweetie, time to wake up.โ€ She whispered, but his sleep was unyielding. With a gentle tug on the shoulder, she managed to pull his body upright, a line of drool still connecting his mouth to the paper. "Come on, Plankton," she said more firmly, this time her hand on his cheek, her thumb wiping away the drool, head lolling backward with a snort. โ€œPlankton, darling, please come to bed. You have been working so hard. Letโ€™s get some rest,โ€ she urged with a smile. But Plankton was too deeply asleep to hear her soft voice. His eye remained closed. With a sigh, Karen decided to get him up out of this chair herself. She took his arm and began to lift his weight from the chair. Plankton's body resisted, his head falling to her side with a dull thud. Karen chuckled, his snoring now vibrating. She managed to get him out of the chair. "Just a few steps, love," she murmured, but Plankton's snores grew like a crescendo in an orchestra. His limp body leaned into her like a ragdoll with no bones. She hoists him up on her shoulder, his arm dangling loosely, his snores growing rhythmic like a lullaby in a cartoon. The room was a mess, papers scattered like tiny white waves across the ocean of their living room. She stepped over them carefully, not wanting to wake his slumbering form. His office chair screeched as she pushed it aside with her foot, the sound like nails on a chalkboard in the quiet of the night. Plankton's arm slid off Karen's shoulder. She giggled nervously, his snoring now a symphony of sounds. She readjusted her grip, his head lolling against her. "Almost there," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of love and exasperation. The bedroom door creaked open like the entrance to a secret passage. Plankton's snores were a gentle soundtrack to the silent dance of her struggle. The bed looked like a mountain from here. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the climb. With his arm slung over her neck, his body limp, she began the ascent. Step by step, she inched closer. As she reached the bed, he slipped again, this time his head lolling back to hang over the edge of the mattress. โ€œOh no, you donโ€™t!โ€ she exclaimed, his weight making her stumble. With a laugh that was half exhaustion, half endearment, she tugged him up and laid him down gently. Karen watched his chest rise and fall in deep sleep. The room was dimly lit by the moon, his snores a soothing white noise in the quiet.
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แดดแตƒแต–แต–สธ แดฎโฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต—แต’ แถœแดพแต โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ @ALYJACI แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหก แตƒหข แต–แต‰แต— แ”†แต–แต’แต— แตƒสทแตƒโฑแต—โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แตƒหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆโธด สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑหกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแตƒแต–แต–สธ แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ!" @ALYJACI
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แต‚แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แดพสณแตƒโฟแต โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแตƒหขโฟ'แต— สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜หข สทโฑแต—สฐ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’สธหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰!" แต€สฐแต‰ แดณแตƒหก แดพแตƒหกหข สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดต'แตˆ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต–แตƒสณแต— โฑโฟ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต!" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดพแต‰แตƒสณหกโ€ง "แดดแต’สท แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข?" แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแถœสฐแต’สณ หขสฐแตƒแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แดผสฐ สฐแต‰สธ แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ !" "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’สณแตแต’แต—!" "แดดแต˜สฐ?" "แดฌแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต’แต˜สณ แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰! แดต'แต แตแต’โฑโฟแต สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ!" แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดผสฐ!" "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แดฎสณแตƒโฟ แถ หกแต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหข แถ สณแต’แต แตแตƒแต—สฐ แถœหกแตƒหขหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แตแต’แต— แต’แต˜แต— สฐแต‰สณ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆโฑแตƒหก สฐโฑหข โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€ง "แดฐโฑแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ แต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แตแต‰สทแต’สณแต?" "แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต สฒแต˜หขแต— แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜!" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ แตแต’สณแต‰ แต‡โฑแตแตแต‰สณ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สทแต‰ หกแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต–สณแตƒโฟแต แต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สทแต‰ แต–หกแตƒโฟ โฑโฟหขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’แถ  สทโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต โฑแต—? แดต แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰'แตˆ แต—สณโฑแถœแต สฐโฑแต แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต แดต'แต แตƒ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ!" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตแตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต’ แต—สณแต˜หขแต—โฑโฟแตโธด หขแต’ โฑแต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต—?" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แถœแต˜แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต’แถ แถ  แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แดต'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โธด หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต‡แต‰แต— สฐแต‰'แตˆ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต— แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐโฑแต สณแต‰แตƒหก สทแต‰หกหกโธด แต‰หฃแถœแต‰แต–แต— สฐแต‰'หข แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต‰หฃแต–แต‰สณโฑแตแต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แตแตƒโฑโฟ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง" "แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰'หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต?" แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ  แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แตแต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "แดผโฟแถœแต‰ สทแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ โฑหขโธด สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†หกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แดต แต–แต‰แต‰แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสธ หขแต‰โฟหขแต’สณหข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แต˜แต–โป แ”†แต—แตƒโฑสณหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆสณแต’แต’แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’ หกแต‰แต—'หข หขแต‰แต‰โธด สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’?" "แต‚แต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแตหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœแตƒหกแต‰โฟแตˆแตƒสณหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แตƒ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแต โฑโฟ!" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒแตสณแต‰แต‰ แต’โฟ แตƒ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แตˆ หขแตƒสธ โฟแต’แต’โฟ!" "แดบแต’แต’โฟ โฑแต— โฑหข แต—สฐแต‰โฟ!" "แต‚แต‰'หกหก แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกแต‰โฟแตˆแตƒสณหข แต—แต’ แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหข แตˆแตƒสธ!" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต—! สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแตหข แตˆแต’สทโฟหขแต—แตƒโฑสณหขโธด แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ ; แดต'หกหก แตˆแต’ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–หกโฑแตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตˆแตˆหกแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกโฑแถ แต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แต แต˜แต–โธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แตˆแต‰หขโฑแตโฟแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง แ”†แต’ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆสณแต’แต’แตโธด แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰โ€ง แ”†หกแต’สทหกสธ แต–แต˜หขสฐโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโธด หขสฐแต‰ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ แต—แต’แต‰หข หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœสณแตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰โธด หขแต—โฑแถ หกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต˜สณแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถ โฑหฃโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต‰แต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ สทโฑโฟแตˆแต’สท'หข แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโธด หขสฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโป หขแต—แตƒโฑสณหขโ€ง "แดต แตแต’แต— แตƒ แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหข แต—สณแต‰แต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต’แต˜สณ แตแตƒสณแตƒแตแต‰!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสณแตƒแต– แต—สฐแต‰แต!" "แดดแต’สท แตƒสณแต‰ สทแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰?" "แดพแต‰สณสฐแตƒแต–หข สทแต‰ หขโฑโฟแต สฐแต’หกโฑแตˆแตƒสธ'หข แตแต˜หขโฑแถœ หขแต’โฟแตหข หกแต’แต˜แตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แตสธ แตˆแตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแตƒโฟแต! แดต แตแตƒสธ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แดฎสณแตƒโฟ แถ หกแต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰แตˆโธด แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ หกโฑแตสฐแต—หขโ€ง "แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ'หข สฐแตƒหข แตแต’แต— สฐโฑหข สฒแต’หกหกสธ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แต‰สธแต‰หข แต’โฟ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒแต— แต˜แต– แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰โธด สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหข แต—แตƒแตแต‰โฟ แตƒแต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒสท แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐแตƒแต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ หขสทแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰สณหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต˜แต–; โฟแต’สทโธด สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แต’แต˜สณ แตโฑแถ แต—หข!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต‰หขแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ แต’โฟหกสธ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ? แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต’แต˜สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโธด โฑแต—'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต’แต—แต—แต‰โฟ แตแต‰!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต˜แต— โฑโฟโธด แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณหข หกแตƒแต‡แต‰หกหข 'แต—แต’ แตแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ' สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑหกสธโ€ง "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพแต‰แตƒสณหกโธด สฐแต’สท'แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ โฟแต‰สท แต›แตƒแถœแต˜แต˜แต?" "แดผสฐโธด แดฎสณแตƒโฟ; สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰'หข แตƒ แตแต‰หขหข!" "แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แตแต–หข หขสธหขแต—แต‰แต!" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สทแต‰หกแถœแต’แตแต‰ แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ !" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แถ สณแตƒโฟแต—โฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–หกโฑแตƒโฟแถœแต‰หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ หขแต‰แต— แตƒหข แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหขโ€ง "แดตแต— แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหข; แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สทสณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆโธด สทสฐสธ แตƒสณแต‰ แตƒหกหก แตสธ โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต—แต’ แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต– สฐโฑหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ'หข สฐแตƒหข แตแต’แต— สฐโฑหข สฒแต’หกหกสธ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แต‰สธแต‰หข แต’โฟ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข หกแตƒแต‡แต‰หก 'แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แตสณแตƒแต‡หข' สทสณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต–แต‰สณ แต’แถ  โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แตโฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆโฑหขหกแต’แตˆแตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตˆโธด สฐแต‰ หขแตแตƒหขสฐแต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตหกแตƒหขหข แต—แต’ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต โฑแต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดฑหฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆหกสธ แต˜โฟแถ แต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑแต‰แถœแต‰ แต’แถ  แต–แตƒแต–แต‰สณ สณแต’หกหกแต‰แตˆโธด โฑแต— หขแตƒสธหข 'สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต’แต— แต–สณแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ' แต’โฟ โฑแต—โ€ง แดฌหกหก แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แต˜โฟแต›แต‰โฑหกแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทโฑโฟแตˆแต’สทหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆแตƒสณแต โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดดแต˜แตโฑหกโฑแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แตแต‡แตƒสณสณแตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณโฑแต–หข แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’หกหก แต’แถ  แต–แตƒแต–แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข สณแต’แต’แต แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง "แ”†แต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต— หขแถœสฐแต’แต’หก แดพแต‰แตƒสณหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฎสณแตƒโฟ แถ หกแต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหข หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหข สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰'หกหก แถœแตƒหกแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโธด สณโฑแตสฐแต—?" "แดดแตƒสณแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต สณแต‰แต›แต‰สณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–หกโฑแตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟโธด สทแต‰ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหข แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แต‡แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต’แตˆ?" แดดแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หกแตƒหขสฐ แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒโฟแตสณสธ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแต แตƒ สทแต’สณแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง "แดต โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขโ€ง" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— หขแต–แตƒแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰?" "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแต— แตƒ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆโฑแตˆ โฑแต— แถ แต’สณ แตƒหกหก โฑโฟ แถ แต˜โฟโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกโฑแตแต‰ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–สณโฑแตˆแต‰?" "สธแต‰หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหข; แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข หขแต˜สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆ 'หกแต’แต›แต‰' โฑโฟ แตƒ หขแต‰โฟแต—แต‰โฟแถœแต‰โธด หกแต‰แต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟ แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สทแต‰หกแถœแต’แตแต‰; หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โ€งโ€ง" หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต˜แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แถ สณแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰'หข หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แ”†หกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—โฑแตสฐแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แต‚แต’สณหขแต— แดฑโฟแต‰แตสธ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’•: ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ .เณƒเฟ ๐šƒ๐š : ๐™ฑ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’โฟ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰ สณแต‰แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—; แตƒ แต–แต‰สณแถ แต‰แถœแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ หขแต—สณโฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดต หขแต—แต‰แตƒหก แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข; สทแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต˜หกแต‰หขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต›แต‰ สทแต‰แตƒแตโฟแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แตแต‰ แต‰หฃแถœแต‰แต–แต— แถ แต’สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰หกโฑแต‰แต›แต‰? สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข; แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ หขสธแตแต–แตƒแต—สฐสธ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–หกแตƒโฟหข!" แดนสณ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แถœสณสธโ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰!" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แถ หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหกหก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ แต—สฐแต˜แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต—สณแตƒแถœแตหข; โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แตˆโฑแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต—แต’โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโฟแต‰หกแต— แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แดดแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโธด สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หกแตƒแต—แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต˜แต—สฐโ€ง "แดผสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแต’แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แถœสณสธโฑโฟแตโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒสณ หขสฐแตƒหกหกแต’สท แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต– แตˆแต‰หขแต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด โฟแต’แต— แต—แตƒแต˜โฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต’แต–โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ หขแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต’แถ  หขแตแต‰หกหก สทแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต˜แต–?" แดบแต’ โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแตƒแต—หขแต’แต‰แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– โฑหข โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง" "แดฐโฑแตˆ แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สณโฑหขแต แต‡สณแตƒโฑโฟ แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหขแต—สฐแตแตƒ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒหขแต—สฐแตแตƒโธด แตƒหข แดต สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแต แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟหขแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต'แตˆ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต˜โฟแตˆแต’ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฒแต˜หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แถœแต’โฟโฟโฑแต›โฑโฟแตโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต‰แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สทแต’สณหขแต— แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แตแต–แตƒแต—สฐสธโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแต โฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒโฟโฟแต’แต˜โฟแถœแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตƒ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟ สณโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สทแต’สณสณสธโ€ง แดบแต’สทโธด หกแต’แต’แต!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ สทแตƒแต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข หขแถœแตƒโฟ หขแตƒสธโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ?" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ หขสฐแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœแตƒโฟหข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€ง "แดดโฑหข แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐหข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สทแต‰แตƒแตแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต–แตแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต โฑโฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต˜แต— แต’แถ แถ  แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โฟแต แตƒหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต–หกโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต–โ€ง "แดฌหขหขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โธด แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หกหก สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตˆแตƒสธโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡'หข แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แถ แต˜สณแต—สฐแต‰สณ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— สฐแต‰แตƒสณ แตแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สทโฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แต‡หกแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟหฃโฑแต’แต˜หขหกสธ แต—แตƒหกแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต’'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แต˜โฟแตƒสทแตƒสณแต‰โ€ง "แดต แตโฑหขหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰'สณแต‰ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขโธด แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตสธ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ โฟแต’สท แตˆสธโฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€ง แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข สธแต’แต˜สณ โฟแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆหกสธ หกแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰โ€ง "แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœสณสธ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต’แถ  หขแต’แตแต‰ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแตˆแต‰แตƒ แต—แต’ แต–สณแตƒโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœสฐแต’แต’หก สทแตƒหข หขแต’ แถ แต˜โฟโฟสธโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ แตƒแถœแต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หขสฐแต’สทโฟ แต’แต˜สณ แต–แต‰แต‰สณหข สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฒแต’แต‡ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกโฑโฟแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต’สท 'แต‰แต สทสฐแต’'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข สทแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‰สธแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต'แตˆ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหกหก แตสธ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตสธ หกโฑแถ แต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แตƒ แถ แตƒสณแตƒสทแตƒสธ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โธด แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰ โฑแต— แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด โฟแต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก หกโฑแตแต‡แต’หกโฑแตแต‰โธด สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สธแต‰แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหขโธด แต‰สธแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰โฟ สทแต’สณแตˆหข แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แตƒสณแตƒสทแตƒสธโ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ 'หขแต’สณสณสธ' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ' แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต’ หขแต–แต’แตแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแต’สณแตˆหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แตƒ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต แตˆแต‰แต—แต‰แถœแต—โฑโฟแต แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกแต‰ สณแต‰แต›โฑแต›แตƒหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต‰แต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ; แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต–แตแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฑแต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแตแต‰ หกแต‰หขหข แตˆโฑหขแต—แตƒโฟแต— หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒหข สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดบแต’สท สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแตโธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†โฑแตสฐแต— สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด โฟแต’แต— สธแต‰แต— สณแต‰แตโฑหขแต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต’'หข โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โธด สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตโฑหกโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดโฑโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หกสธ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒสธ สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แตสณแต’แตแตสธโ€ง แดนแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หข หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟโธด โฟแต’สณ สฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สฐแตƒหข แต–แตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแตƒสณสณแต’สทแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ "แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟ" แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด สทสฐแต’ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถ แต’สณแตแต‰สณ แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธโ€ง "แดต แถ แต’สณแตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แดฌหขแตโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ โฑโฟ แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง แดบแต’ สทแต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตโฑหขแต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกแต‰! แดฎแต‰แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แต’สณ แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดต'แต แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต แถ โฑโฟแต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สทโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แตƒแตˆหข สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต’แถœโฑแตƒหกโฑหขแต‰โ€ง 'แต‚สฐแต’ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰หขแต— แต—แต’ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แตโฑโฟแต‰' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง 'แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แถ แต˜โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต‰แตƒแตสทแต’สณแต' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒหข แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หข แต’แถ  แตโฑโฟแตˆโฟแต‰หขหข แต‰สณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดดแต’แตแตโฑโฟแตƒโ€”สทแตƒสฐ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แตƒ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต’โฟแตˆ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰หขแต— แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด หกแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง "แดต สทแตƒหข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑแต หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– หขแถœแต˜หกแต–แต—!" แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต’แต— แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒสณแต— หขแต˜แต–แต–หกโฑแต‰หข โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดตแต— แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธ แต’สณ หขแต’ แต—แต’ แตˆสณสธ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต— แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟหข แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโฑโฟแต โฑแต—!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต›โฑโฟแต แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒแถœโฑแตƒหก แตˆแต‰แต—แตƒโฑหกหข แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหกแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขแต‰โ€ง "แดฐแต‰แตƒหก!" "แ”†แต’ สทแต‰ แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆ โฑแต— แตƒ แตˆแต’แถปแต‰โฟ สฐแต’แต˜สณหข แต–แต‰สณ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แตƒแต— แตƒ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต‰หกหก หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ'หข แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต— โฟแต’สท แต’สณ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ โฑแต— แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ แตˆสณสธโฑโฟแต?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขสฐโฑแถ แต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆ สทแตƒสณแตˆ แต–แต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แต‡แต‰แต— หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑหกหกโฑแตƒแต'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธ โฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโฑโฟแต โฑแต— แตƒหข สทแต‰ หขแต–แต‰แตƒแต หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สณแต˜หขแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’?" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ โฑแต—โ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แตแต’หขแต— แต‰หฃแ‘ซแต˜โฑหขโฑแต—แต‰ แตƒสณแต— แต–โฑแต‰แถœแต‰ แดต'แต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โฟ!" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'แตˆ สทแตƒหขแต—แต‰ แตสธ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต’โฟ แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธโฑโฟแต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต สฐแต‰หกแต– แต—แต’ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแตˆ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒแถœแถœแต˜หขโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  แตƒแต— แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แดผสฐ สทแตƒโฑแต— สทแต‰ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต’ สทแต’สณแต โฟแต’สท! แ”†แต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ หขสฐโฑแถ แต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หกแต‰แถ แต— สฐโฑแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แถ แต’สณ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แต‡แต’สธหข!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง 'แดนสธ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต—แต’ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆ สทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰' หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โธด แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆหกสธโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ'หข แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰โ€ง "แต€โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขสทโฑแต—แถœสฐ หขสฐโฑแถ แต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขแต‰ แตƒหข แตƒ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สณแต‰หขแต— แตƒหข สฐโฑ หขแต’แถ แต— หขโฟแต˜แถ แถ หกโฑโฟแต หขโฟแต’สณแต‰หข สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆโ€ง 'แดบแต’สท แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต’สท แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ แต‰หกแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สฒแต’แต‡' แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฒแต˜หขแต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แต‡แต‰แตสณแต˜แตˆแตโฑโฟแตหกสธ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฟแต‰สณแต›แต’แต˜หขหกสธ แตƒหข แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แต‰สธแต‰แต‡สณแต’สท แถ แต˜สณสณแต’สทหข แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต สธแต‰แต—โ€ง "แตแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒแต—แต’แตโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดดแตแตแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แดณแดฑแต€อ แตแดพ!" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต˜แต–แต–แต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตสธ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰!" "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆ โฑแต— โฟแต’สท หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆโธด แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแต แต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแถปแถปโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต˜แต‡หขโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟสธ สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’ แตแต’สณสณแต’สท หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตสธ สฐแต’แต˜สณหข แต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตหขโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ หกแต’แต’แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แดต'แตˆ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแต— สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แตหกแตƒแตˆ; แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—'หข สณแต‰หขแต—!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขโฑแต—แต˜แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑหกสธ แต–แตƒแต—สณแต’หกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰โ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑแต—'หข แตˆสณสธโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสธหข หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแตƒหข แตˆสณสธโ€ง "แดฌหกหก แตแต’แต’แตˆ!" แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดบแต’ แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข แถ แตƒสณ แตƒหข แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หกหกโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต!" แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต’แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แตหกแต‰แต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง 'แดดแต‰ โฑหข หขแต’ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒหกหก แต‡แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ สฐโฑหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขโ€ง แดตแถ  แต’โฟหกสธ แดต แตโฟแต‰สท สฒแต˜หขแต— สฐแต’สท สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰หกหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตแต‰ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– แตˆแต’สทโฟ โฑโฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— โฟแต’แต— หขแต’ โฑแตแต–แต’สณแต—แตƒโฟแต—โ€ง 'แดตแถ  แต’โฟหกสธ แดต แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ แต—แต’' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แตˆแต‰แต–สณแต‰หขหขโฑโฟแตหกสธโ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแตƒสท แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สณแต˜โฟ แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡แต’แต˜โฟแถœแต‰แตˆ หขแตโฑหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ โฑแตแต–สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ; โฑแต— หกแต’แต’แตหข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แตˆสณสธ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’โฟแตโฑโฟแตหกสธ หขแตƒสท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกโฑแตสฐแต— แต˜แต– แตƒหข หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—หขโ€ง "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜!" "แดผสฐ; แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แตโฑโฟแต‰โธด แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต! แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แถœแตƒหกหก สธแต’แต˜ แตสธ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ?" "แดตแถ  แดต หขแตƒสธ สธแต‰หขโธด สทโฑหกหก สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต–สณแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ แตแต‰ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธ โฑแต— โฑโฟ แต–แต˜แต‡หกโฑแถœ?" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สฒแต’สธโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒแถปโฑโฟแตโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ สทแต‰หกหก แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข; สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แถœสณสธโ€ง 'แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต’สท หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแต หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หกแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ หขแต’แต‡ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธ หขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตโฑแตสฐแต—โฟโ€™แต— สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰โ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหกโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แตƒ แต—สณแต‰แต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต'หกหก แตแต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต‰แต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตโฟแต‰แต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณหขโ€ง แดบแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต’แตƒแถœสฐ สฐโฑแตโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณหกสธ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒแต—แต‰ โฟแต’สณ แตƒหขแต แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ แต‰แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแต’โฟแถœแต‰สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’โ€ฝ" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’?" "สธแต’แต˜ หขแต‰แต‰แต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต’ แตหกแตƒแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰แตƒ สฐแต‰'หข หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ แต‡สณแต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แตแต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แถœสณสธโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰หขแต— แดต'แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แต–แต’หกโฑแต—แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แต—แต’หกแต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แตƒ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— สฐแต’สท แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สฐแตƒโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต’ แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒสณแตแต˜โฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แตสธ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดต สฐแตƒแตˆ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ! แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แต–สณแต‰แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตสธ แถœแต’แตแต–แตƒโฟสธ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต‡แต‰ แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด โฟแต’!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ แตโฑหขหข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’สณแต‰สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒแต แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  โฑสณสณโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดตแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต สทแต’สณแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต'แตˆ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แดตโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แดฐสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ โ€˜แดณแต’แต’แตˆ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต! แดณแต˜แต‰หขหข สทสฐแตƒแต— แดต แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต›แต’แต˜สณโฑแต—แต‰!โ€™ แดดแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€˜แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หข!โ€™ โ€˜แต€แต’ แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€™ โ€˜แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?โ€™ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€™หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตƒ แต—แตƒแต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ แถ สณแต’แต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ แดดแต‰ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰, สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰โ€™หข สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต แตƒ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท โฑแต—โ€™หข แต—แต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต—สณแต˜แต‰ แถ แต’สณ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณ, แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโฑโฟแต โฑโฟหขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดถแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต—โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดตโ€™แต แต˜แต–!โ€ แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง โ€˜แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑหข แตƒ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข สณโฑแต›แตƒหก สทสฐแต’ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หกแตƒหขแต—โฑโฟแต แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต–โ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฑโฟแตˆหกแต‰หขหขหกสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แต–หกแตƒโฟ แต’สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต’แต—โฑแต›แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ! แดดแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขโฟแต˜แถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆ สฐโฑหข สฒแต’แต‡ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณโฑหกหกโ€ง โ€œแต‚แต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒแต แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ หขโฑโฟแตหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡, โฟแต’แต— โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€˜แดณแต‰แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–สณโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒหขแต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— โฑแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ! สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแตโ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— สฒแต˜หขแต— แต‰โฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต‡แต˜แต— สณโฑหขแตโฑโฟแต โฑแต—, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰สธ, แตโฑแตˆโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต สทโฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถ แตƒหกหก แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แต—สณโฑแถœแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ, หขโฑหกหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ฆโ€ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ โฑแต—โ€™หข สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตโฟแต’สทโฟ!โ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€œแดตโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰; แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต—!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หขแต–แตƒแต—แต˜หกแตƒ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แตƒหข หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สธแต‰หกหก โฑโฟ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ สทแตƒสธโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆโ€ฆโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ หกแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ โฟแต‰โฑแต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต สฐแต’แตแต‰ โฟแต’สณ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแตƒแต— สณแต‰หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ; สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขแต—โฑแถ หกโฑโฟแต สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณหข แตƒแต— โ€˜สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€™ สณโฑโฟแตหข แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แดดแต‰โ€™หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สณโฑแถœแต หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰, แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สทสฐแตƒแต— สณโฑหขแตหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒหข โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแต แตƒหข หขแต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต’โฑหก สฐโฑหข แต–หกแตƒโฟหข แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข, แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆโฑแตˆ หขแต’ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ สฐแต’สท สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒสทแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แต‚โฑแต—สฐ แตƒ หขโฑแตสฐ สฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โ€ง แถ แต’สณ แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แดฌแต— แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ฆโ€ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ, สทสฐแตƒแต—โ€ฆโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ โฟแต’แต—แต‰ สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ หขแตƒสธหข โ€˜แดต สฐโฑแต— สณแต’แถœแต แต‡แต’แต—แต—แต’แต หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต‰แต‰แต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต หขแต’ แดต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— โฑแต— แต‡แต‰หขแต—โ€ง แดบแต’ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ; แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™ แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’แต—แต‰โ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰โฟโ€™แต— สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰?โ€ โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโ€™หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สฐแต’สท แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€˜แต‚แตƒโฑแต—, สฐแต‰ แต–แต˜แต— สณแต’แถœแต แต‡แต’แต—แต—แต’แตโ€ฆโ€™ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข หขแต—แต’แต–โ€ง แดฟแต’แถœแต แดฎแต’แต—แต—แต’แตโ€™หข แตƒโฟ แต˜โฟหขแต‰แต—แต—หกโฑโฟแต แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฟแต‰สทโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต, สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข หขแต’แถ แต— แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต–แต— หขแต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒหขแต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แต—แต’แต’แต แต’แต›แต‰สณ, สฐโฑหข แต’โฟหกสธ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ สณแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณแต—สฐ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’สณสณสธ!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดต สทแตƒหข สทสณแต’โฟแตโ€ง แดต สทแตƒหข แต‡แต˜หขสธ, สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ โฑหขโฟโ€™แต— แตƒโฟสธ แต‰หฃแถœแต˜หขแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตแต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ; แต’ หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ!โ€ โ€œแดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแตโ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€ง แดตโ€™แตˆ สณแตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต, แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— โฑแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แตƒโฟสธ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แต‚แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜; แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขโฑแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰, แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต สทสฐสธ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— สณแต‰หกแตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตˆสณแต’สทหขสธ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แถœหกแต’หขแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข สณโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แถœแต’โฟแต—แต‰โฟแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’สท แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง
new dreamycore sleepycore sleepicore karen plankton squidbob in your dreams
โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† โ˜พ โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† โ˜๏ธŽ . ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ˜… ใ€€ยฐ :. โ˜…ใ€€ * โ€ข โ—‹ ยฐ โ˜… .ใ€€ * ใ€€.ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€. ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐ŸŒซ๏ธ
new tumblrcore sleepicore goodnight
whumpster-dumpster: A whumpee stirring from a deep, medicine-induced sleep to the sound of muffled voices. Trying to pry their eyes open to see who it is but their resolve is too weak, their eyelids too heavy. Their head lolls sideways on the pillow as they draw a slow, sluggish breath, mumbling unintelligibly. Where am I? Whatโ€™s happening? Their mouth wonโ€™t properly form the words. The voices pause, hesitate, and then a warm hand is stroking their face and hair. โ€œNo, noโ€ฆshhhh. Shh, itโ€™s alright. Itโ€™s nothing,โ€ a soothing voice whispers, lulling them back down. โ€œGo back to sleep.โ€
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แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐสธ โฟแต‰โฑแตสฐแต‡แต’แต˜สณ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแต—แตƒสธหข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดตแต—'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แถ แต˜โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ โฑแตแต–สณแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—หข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หขแต—แตƒสธ โฝแตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตˆโฑหขหกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตโพ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ โฑโฟแถœหกแต˜แตˆแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดณแตƒสณสธ แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฟแตƒโฑหก แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœสณแตƒหขสฐแต‰หข สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰หข แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธโ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒโฟ แต‰สธแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰แตโธด แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ แตƒโฟแตสณสธ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟโฟแต’สธหข สฐโฑแตโธด แตƒแต‡หกแต‰โฑหขแต— แต˜โฟโฑโฟแต—แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แตโฟแต’สท แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สทแต‰หกหกโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต— แต’แตˆแตˆหข หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต’สณแตหข แถ แต’สณ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แถœแตƒโฟ แต–แต˜แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทสณแต’โฟแต สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต’แต–แต–แต’หขโฑแต—แต‰หข แตƒแต—แต—สณแตƒแถœแต—โธด แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต– แตˆสธโฟแตƒแตโฑแถœ แตˆแต˜แต’ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒหกหกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แดต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต’สทหข สฐแต‰'หข แตƒ แต–แตƒแถœโฑแถ โฑหขแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฟแต’สทหข แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตแต‰สณ โฑหขหขแต˜แต‰หข แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แถœแต’แตแต–สณแต’แตโฑหขแต‰หข แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แถปแต’โฟแต‰หขโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตโฟแต’สทหข สฐแต‰ สณแตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ โฑโฟ แตƒ สทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หข แต—แต’ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตแต‰ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข แตสณแตƒโฟแตˆแตแตƒโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒหข หกโฑแตโฑแต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตโฟแต’สทหข โฑแต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แต–หกแตƒสธโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต—หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต—แต’แต‰ แต’โฟ แตƒ สณแต’แถœแตโ€ง "แต‚แตƒแต—แถœสฐ แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแตโธด สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’แต’หก!" สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข หขแต’แถœแต แต’แถ แถ โ€ง แดตแต—หข สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ สทแตƒสธ แต’แถ  หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต‰หข แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหขโ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตแต’แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’แตแต‰ โฑแถœแต‰ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต—หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แตแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หขโ€ง "แดฑแตƒหขสธโธด แต‡แต’สธ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต หขแต–แต’แต—โธด สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒโ€ง แดบแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต’แถ  แตƒ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต— หขโฟแต˜แตแตหกแต‰หข สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’แต—; สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆแต’แต‰หข สทโฑแต—สฐ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰โธด แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— แถ แต’สณ หกแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดต แตโฟแต‰สท โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต˜แตแตแต‰หขแต— แตƒ แต‡แต’แตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰โธด แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต‰แต—โฑแต—โฑแต›แต‰ โฟแตƒแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดต สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœโฑแต–แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แถ แต‰แต‰หก สธแต’แต˜ หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แต—แตƒหขแต—แต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰หกโฑแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดฎแต˜แต— โฑแถ  แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต— สฐแต‰สณแต‰; แต‡แต‰หขโฑแตˆแต‰หขโธด สทแต‰'สณแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ แต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแต โฑแต—โธด โฟแต’แต— สณแต‰แต›แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต˜หกแตƒ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโธด แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ แต‡แตƒสณโฟแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ หกโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ หขแต–หกโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด แต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแต แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธ หกแตƒหขแต— แตแต’สณหขแต‰หก! "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตโฑแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดต หขแตƒสท สฐแต’สท หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข สทโฑแต—สฐ แตสณแตƒแต—โฑแต—แต˜แตˆแต‰โธด แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแตƒสณแต‰หกสธ หขแต’ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ หขสฐแต’สทหข แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแตโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’สธหข แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หกแต‰แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต‰แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แดณแตƒสณสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สณแต‰หขแต— แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดทโฑแตˆโธด แตˆแต’แต‰หข สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต’หขหข แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต แดต'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โธด หขแต’ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณโ€ง "แต‚แตƒโฑแต—โธด แดต'แต›แต‰ สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต! แต‚สฐแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต€แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แต‡แต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แตƒโฟ โฑโฟโฟโ€ฝ" แดต หขแต˜แตแตแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตƒหกหก สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต— โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐโฑหข หกแต’สธแตƒหก สทแต’สณแตแต‰สณ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ โฑแถ  โฑโฟ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แถœโฑสณแถœแต˜แตหขแต—แตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง แดตแต—'แตˆ แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ สณโฑหขแต แต’แถ  แต—สณแต’แต˜แต‡หกแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ โฑแต—หข สทแต’สณแต—สฐ! แดผโฟหกสธ โฑแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แถœโฑแต›โฑหก แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰หข สฐแต’สท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰โธด โฟแต’ แตแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต’แต›แต‰หข แต’แถ  หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แตƒแถœแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แตƒแต— แต’แตˆแตˆหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆหข สฐโฑหข หกแต’สธแตƒหกแต—สธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โธด แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— แตƒแตสณแต‰แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ โฑแต—โ€ง แดดโฑหข แตแต’แตƒหก โฑโฟ หกโฑแถ แต‰ โฑหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆ สฐแต’สท แตสณแต‰แตƒแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต’โฟ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขโฑแตˆแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แถœแตƒแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต˜หขแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แดต สทแตƒหข แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต— แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หกแต‰แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดต สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ สทแต’สณแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตแต แต—แต’ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— โธ แต’'แถœหกแต’แถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต—โฑสณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’ หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต แต˜โฟแตƒสทแตƒสณแต‰หขโ€ง แดผโฟหกสธ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒแต— แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰โ€ง แดผสฐ สฐแต’สท แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต—; แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  สฐโฑแต แถ แต˜สณโฑแต’แต˜หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดดแต’สท'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต‰?" แดต แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚แตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตหกหก แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หกแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แตสธ แต—แต’แต‰ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หกฤฑแต‰ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแตƒฬŠสธโฑโฟแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ โฑหข โฑแต—?" แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธโธด สณแต’แต˜หขโฑโฟแต หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดผสฐโธด แดต แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต— สทแต’สณแต! แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ หขแต˜หขแต–โฑแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโธด โฟแต’สณ แต‡แต‰ หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต—แต’แต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต‰?" แดต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’ สณแต‰แตˆโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง "แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แตแต’ แต‰แตƒหขสธ แต’โฟ โฑแต—โ€ง" "แต‚โฑหกหก แตˆแต’!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง "แดธแตƒหขแต— แดต แถœแตƒโฟ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แถ แต’แถœแต˜หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœสณแต‰แต‰โฟ แต‡สธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ โฑแต— แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰!" แดต โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสฒแต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆโธด สณแต‰แตสณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแต โฑแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒหข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ โฑแต—; แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต— แต›แต˜หกโฟแต‰สณแตƒแต‡โฑหกโฑแต—สธโ€ง แดฌหข สทแตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต—หขโธด แดต แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตสธ หขแต˜แต–แต‰สณแถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ แตˆแต‰แต—แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง "แต‚สฐสธ สธแต‰ หกโฑแตแต–โฑโฟแตโธด แต‡แต’โฑ?" "แดต แต—สณโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธ สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แดต สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แดต สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดบโฑแถœแต‰ หขแตƒแต›แต‰โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดถแต‰หขแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแถ แต‰สณแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตแต’แต— โฑแต—โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข; แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต'หข แถ โฑโฟแต‰!" แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰โธด สทแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟแต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณหข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดผโฟหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต˜โฟแต˜หขแต˜แตƒหก โฝโฑแถ  แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ หกแตƒแถœแต แต’แถ  แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโธด แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ สทสฐแตƒแต— แต—แต’ แตˆแต’ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข หขแต‰แต‰; สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰หข สฒแต‰หกหกสธแถ โฑหขสฐโธด แตแตƒสณแตƒแต—แต‰โธด แตแต‰สณแตแตƒโฑแตˆ แตแตƒโฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณโฟแตƒแถœหกแต‰ แต‡แต’สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แต’แถ แถ  สทแต’สณแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตหข; สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—แต’ สทแต’สณโฟ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธโธด แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—แต‰ โฑแต—!" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แตโฟแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข โฟแต’แต— สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐโฑหข หขสฐโฑแถ แต—โ€ง แตโฟหกแต‰หขหข สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แถ แต’สณ หกแต˜โฟแถœสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดผสฐโธด สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰? แดต สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰ แตแต‰แตƒหกโ€ง แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜!" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขสฐแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒแถœสณแต’หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰แต‰แต— แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’โฟ แต‡สณแตƒโฑโฟหขแต—แต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แตˆแต’โ€ง แดผโฟแถœแต‰ สฐโฑหข หขสฐโฑแถ แต— แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแตƒโฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง "แดพสฐแต‰สท; หกแต’โฟแต แตˆแตƒสธ แต’โฟ แตสธ แถ แต‰แต‰แต—โธด แตƒหกหก สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แตƒแต›แต’โฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แต˜โฟแตˆแต˜แต‰ แต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตสธ แต—แต’แต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แถ แต’สณ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหกหก แตˆแตƒสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐโ€ง "แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข สฐแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด แตƒ แถœแต’แตแตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถœแถœแต˜สณสณแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—แตˆแต’แต’สณหข โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ โฑโฟแต›แต‰หขแต—โฑแตแตƒแต—แต‰โธด สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต‡หกแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ; โฑแต— สทแต’โฟ'แต— แต‰โฟแตˆ สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง "แดพแดธแดฌแดบแดทแต€แดผแดบโ€ฝ" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแถœสณแต‰แตƒแตแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แถ แต˜สณสธโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜โฟแต‡แต‰แตโฟแต’สทโฟหขแต— แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดนสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒแต— แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง "แดณแต‰แต— หกแต’หขแต—โธด แดพแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดบแต’สท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โ€ง "แถปโฑแต– โฑแต—โธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰; สฐแต‰'หข สณแต‰หขแต—โฑโฟแต!" "แดดแต‰ โฑหข แตแต‰ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰; แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ!" "แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต–แต‰แตƒแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—โธด โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต’แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโธด แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สธแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต‰แต– แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰!" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตหกหก แถœสณแต˜หขสฐ สธแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแตโฑแต—สฐแต‰สณแต’แต’โฟหข แ”†สฐแต‰หกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดบแต’! แดดแต‰'หข แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต หกแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สฐแตƒแตˆ สฐโฑแต หกโฑแตแต– แตƒหกหก แตˆแตƒสธโธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต‰'หข หกโฑแตแต–โฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข หขแต’สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดฑโฑแต—สฐแต‰สณ สทแตƒสธ แดต'หกหก แต–แต˜โฟโฑหขสฐ สฐโฑแตโธด แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰ แถ สณแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฟโฑแถปแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แดต แถ แดตแดฟแดฑ แดดแดตแดน!" แต‚แต‰ แตƒหกหก หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ หขสฐแต’แถœแต แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แถœสฐแต’ แต’แถ  แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณโฑโฟแตโ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตƒหกหก สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต’แต’หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒแต—แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง "แดธโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แตแต‰โธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰; แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข สฐโฑหข สฒแต’แต‡ แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดต หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—แต‰แตƒสณสธ แต‰สธแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแถœแต’สณแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต—แต—หกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โธด แตแตƒแตแต‰ แต’โฟ; แต‡แต˜แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต‰โฑแต—สฐแต‰สณ แต’แถ  แต˜หข แตƒแต— แต’แต˜สณ สทแต’สณหขแต—! แดดแต’สท แตˆแตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต‚แดฑ แดฌแดฟแดฑ แถ แดฟแดตแดฑแดบแดฐแ”†โธด แดฌแดบแดฐ แดดแดฑ แดฐแดผแดฑแ”†แดบ'แต€ แดฐแดฑแ”†แดฑแดฟโฑฝแดฑ แดฑแดตแต€แดดแดฑแดฟ แดผแถ  แตแ”†!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแต—แต’แตแต–แต‰แตˆโธด สฐแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐสธ แตƒสณแต‰โฟ'แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แดฟแดฌแต€แดดแดฑแดฟ แต€แดฌแดทแดฑ แต€แดดแดฑ แดฎแดธแดฌแถœแดท แดฑสธแดฑ แต€แดดแดฌแดบ แต€แดผ แดดแดฌโฑฝแดฑ แดนสธ แถ แดฟแดตแดฑแดบแดฐ แถ แดตแดฟแดฑแดฐ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต สทโฑหกหกโฑโฟแตหกสธ โฟแต’แต— แตโฑแต›แต‰ แดฌ แถ โฑแตสฐแต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สทแต’แต˜หกแตˆโ€ง "แดณแต’ แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโธด แต‰แต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜แตƒหขสฐ แตแต‰ แตƒหข หกแต’โฟแต แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แต— โฑแต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ หขแต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แต—แต’แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต—แต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง แดตโฟ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหขโธด สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰สณโฑแต—สธ โฑโฟ แตโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– สฐโฑหข หกโฑแถ แต‰'หข สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดบแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง
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แดณแต‰แต— แ”†หกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ โ€œโ€ฆแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ฆโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’สท แต—แต‰หกหกหข สฐโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต’ หขสฐแต‰ แตแตƒหขหขแตƒแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแต, สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต แตƒ หขแต’แถ แต— แต—แต˜โฟแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หกหก โฑแต— สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ หขโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž: ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ.
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แ”†แต’สณสณสธ โฑแถ  แดต หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต‰หกหกหข สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— แต˜โฟสฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต แต—แต’ สณแตƒโฑหขแต‰ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณหกสธ แต’แต˜แต—สทแตƒสณแตˆหกสธ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒหก แต’สณ แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต หขแต‰แต‰แตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตˆแตƒโฟแตแต‰สณโธด สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€ง แดฑแตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโธด หขแต’แตแต‰ โฟแต‰สท โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง "แดต แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’แต— แตโฑแต›โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต แตƒแต หขแต˜สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต‰หขแต—โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทสณแต’โฟแต; แดต หกโปหกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" "แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โธด แตสธ แตˆแต‰แตƒสณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง แดบแต’สท สทแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แต˜แตสฐแต—แต—แตƒ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข สฐโฑแต หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต โฟแต’สท แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ หกแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต–แตƒสณแต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’'หข แตแต’หขแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— โฟแต’สทโธด สฐแต‰'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  โฑแต—โธด หขสฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแตแต’ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตแต’แต›โฑแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—; แตƒ แต‡แต‰โฟแตˆสธ หขแต—สณแตƒสท โฑโฟ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตหกแตƒแตˆ โฟแต’สท แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหขโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณหขโธด สฐแต’แต–โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ โฑโฟ แต–แต‰แตƒแถœแต‰แถ แต˜หกโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง โ•ฐ โœง ๏ฝฅ๏พŸโˆ™ โˆ— โ€” แดกแดส€แด… แด„แดแดœษดแด› โŸจ 2 4 8
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Sleep When You're in Pain (Chronic or Acute) Sleep on your back if you have lower back pain. Some individuals may benefit from placing a pillow under their knees while in this position. Elevating the knees can take pressure off the lower back. Sleep on your side if you have neck pain. Sleep on your left side to improve your digestion. People who find side sleeping helpful during their period may benefit from placing a pillow between their knees. Experimenting with different pillow positions can help. If you have stomach cramps, try drawing your knees up to your chest in the foetal position, which may help. This position involves lying on the side and tucking the legs toward the chest. You can also sleep on your back propped up with pillows to relieve heartburn. If you have pain due to gas, try laying on your back to relieve some of the pressure off of your stomach. https://www.wikihow.health/Sleep-when-You%27re-in-Pain
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แ”†แต–แต’แต—'หข แดฌแต›แต‰สณแตƒแตแต‰ แดฐแตƒสธ แดนสธ โฟแตƒแตแต‰'หข หขแต–แต’แต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต แตƒโฟ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต’สทโฟแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสธ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด สฐแต‰'หข แตแตƒสณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‡โฑแถœแตแต‰สณ แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต’โฟ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต‰สณแตหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต’สณ แต’แถ  หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟหขแต˜แถœแถœแต‰หขหขแถ แต˜หก สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหขแตแตƒโฟ โฑโฟ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟแตˆแต˜หขแต—สณสธโ€ง แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต’โฟ หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหข แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข แต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแตโฑหกสธโ€ง แดฌหข แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต›แต‰สณแตƒแตแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ โฟแต’แต— โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณโฑหกสธ แถœแต˜แตˆแตˆหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข หขโฟแต˜แตแตหกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰! แต€สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สทแต‰ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต›แตƒสณโฑแต‰หขโธด โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ แดต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟโ€ง แดตแถ  แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’สณแตโธด แดต'หกหก หกโฑแถœแต แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข สฐโฑแต โฑแถ  โฟแต˜แตˆแตโฑโฟแต แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— สทแต’สณแตโ€ง แดตแต—'หข สณแตƒสณแต‰ โฑแถ  แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡แต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แดต แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แดต แตแต‰แต— แถ แต‰แตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแตแถ แตƒหขแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แตˆแต’แต’สณหขโ€ง แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ สทแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหขโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแต–แต‰สณโฑแตแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด แตแต’หขแต— แต’แถ  สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ โฑโฟแต›แต’หกแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฑหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต’สทโฟแต‰สณ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰หขแต— สณโฑแต›แตƒหก แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดต'แต›แต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แถ แต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข แตƒโฟ แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธโ€ง แดดโฑหข แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแตƒแถœแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแต˜แถœสฐโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰สทสฐแตƒแต— แตˆแต‰แถœแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต‰สณแตหข สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แดฎแต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต’แตˆแตˆหข สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แต–แต‰แต— หขโฟแตƒโฑหก แดณแตƒสณสธ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰! แดฎแต˜แต— แตแต’หขแต— สทแต‰แต‰แตแตˆแตƒสธหข โฑโฟแต›แต’หกแต›แต‰ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ! แต€สฐแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต—'หข โฑโฟ แตƒ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต›แตƒแต˜หกแต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑแต—หขแต‰หกแถ  โฑหข แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟแต‰สณ'หข แตƒ หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—! แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต–หกแตƒโฟหข แตƒสณแต‰ แต’โฟ แตƒ สทสฐโฑแต สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ แตˆสณแตƒสทโฟ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดฌหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡โฑแต—แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แตƒแต˜โฟแต—หข สฐโฑแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒโฑหกหขโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สณแต‰หขแต’สณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แถ แต˜โฟ แต’แต˜แต—สณโฑแตสฐแต— แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜หกหกสธโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต—!แดฌหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒโฟแตสณสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หขแต’ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—! แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แตƒแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถ หกสธ โฑโฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐสณแต’สทโฟ แต‡สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดตแถ  แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— แถœสฐแต‰แต‰สณ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แดต'หกหก แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดต'หกหก สทแตƒแต แตสธ แต—แตƒโฑหก หขแตƒแตˆหกสธ แตƒแต— แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ สทแตƒหกแตโฑแต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโธด สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สทแต‰ แตแต‰แต‰แต— แดณแตƒสณสธ หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰หฃแต‰สณแถœโฑหขแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณ! หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒสณแต‡แต’แต˜สณ แตƒโฟสธ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแตหข แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหกแต’สท แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หข แตƒแถœแต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  หกแต’สธแตƒหกแต—สธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ หขแต’โธด สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต— แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแตแต’โฟ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แดต แตแต‰แต— แตสธ แตˆโฑโฟโฟแต‰สณโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌหข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ แต–แต‰สณ หขแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหกโธด หขสฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หข สทสฐโฑแต– แต˜แต– หขแต’แตแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต‰แตƒหกหข! แดต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต— หกแต‰แถ แต—แต’แต›แต‰สณหข! แดผแต˜สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตหข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆแต’สทโฟแต—โฑแตแต‰โธด สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต’แถ  แต˜หข แตˆแต’ แต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดต แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต’สณแต แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโธด แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰หข สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต˜โฟหข หขแต—แตƒแต—หข แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ แต˜แต–แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰หขโ€ง แดต แตแตƒสธ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แตƒ แถœสฐแต‰สท แต—แต’สธ แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แดต แตƒหกหขแต’ แตˆแต’ โฑแถ  แต—สฐแต‰สธ'แต›แต‰ แตƒ แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดฌ แถ แต˜โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ แตˆแต’ โฑหข แตแต’แต›โฑแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–โฑแถœแตหข แต’แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐ! แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถ แตƒหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หกแตƒแต–! แดผโฟแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ โฑหข แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โธด สทแต‰ แตแต‰แต— สณแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌหข แตƒแถ แต’สณแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแต‰แตˆโธด แดต แตแต’หขแต—หกสธ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ หกโฑแต—แต‰สณแตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แถœสฐแตƒสณแตแต‰ แต’สณ แต–แต˜แต— แต’โฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตแต’แตˆแต‰ แต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ สฐแตƒหข แต—แต’ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ โฑโฟ แต’สณแตˆแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหขโ€ง แต€สฐแต˜หขโธด หขสฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข แตƒโฟแตˆ/แต’สณ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰หขโ€ง แดตแต— แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณหข แต˜หขโ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดต โฑแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแตƒสณโฑแต’หข แต’สณ สณแต‰หกโฑแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ'หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’โฟแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตสธ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดฐสณแต‰แตƒแต แต’สณ โฟแต’โธด แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สทแต‰หกหก สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต‰แตƒแถœสฐโ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดต'หกหก แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด หขแต’ แดต'หกหก โฟแต˜แถปแถปหกแต‰ แต’สณ สณแต˜แต‡ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— โฑโฟ สฐแต’แต–โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰โธด โฑแถ  โฟแต’แต— สณแต‰แตƒหขหขแต˜สณแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒหกแต‰หข หกโฑแตแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต—แต‰สณโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แตƒแต˜โฟแต—หข แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต หขแต’ แต–แต‰สณสฐแตƒแต–หข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต’สณแต แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สทแตƒสธ'หข โฑโฟโปแต—แต’ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหขโ€ง แดต สทแต’สณสณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐแต’สท หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แถœหกแตƒแตแต’แต˜สณหข แต’สณ แต—แต’หขหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌหกหก โฑโฟ แตƒหกหก แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ หกโฑแถ แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ โฑโฟ โฑแต—! 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แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑโฟแต‰แตƒแต–แต–หกแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ ' *แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰* ' แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ โฑโฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโธด แตโฑแตˆ; แดต'แต แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โ€ง" แดดแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆ หกแต’แต’แต แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตสธ แต‡แต‰แตˆ? แต€สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข สณแต’แต’แต แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง" หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต–แต˜หกหกโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—หขโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ สทแต’สณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ สฐแตƒสณแต โฑโฟ แตสธ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ! แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แตƒสทแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท หขแต’แตแต‰แตˆแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜แต–แต‰สณโปแต›โฑหกหกแตƒโฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต˜สธหข แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แถ แต— หขแต–แต’แต—หขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’สณ แตสณแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰; สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰แต–หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" ' *หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต* ' "โ€งโ€งโ€งแถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แถ แตƒหขแต—โ€ฝ" แต‚สฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜แต–แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰หขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตแต— แต’แถ  แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแตƒหกแต‰โ€ง แดตโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แ”†แต—แต’แต–' สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสธหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต’โฟหกสธ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟหขแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขสฐแต’สทหข แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดดแต‰หกแต– แตแต‰!' แดดแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ !' แดฟแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข สทแต’แตแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง สธแต‰แต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต‡แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ แถ โฑสณแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ โฑสณหขแต—โธด แต‡แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แดณแต’แต’แตˆแต‡สธแต‰!' แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแตƒแตโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด แตˆโฑหขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด สฐโฑหข หขแถœแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สทแตƒสธ โฑโฟแต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหก แต’แต˜แต— หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดบแต’!' 'สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดบแต’!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต หขโฑแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐแต‰สธโธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โธด สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฟแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตแต— แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหกหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€ง" "แดตแต— สทแตƒหข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต; โฑแต—โ€™หข แตƒหกหก แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดดแต’โฟแต‰หขแต—หกสธ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‰แตƒแต—หข แตแต‰แตƒแต—โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแถ  แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ แตˆโฑแต‰แต—โ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰สณโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตˆสทโฑโฟแตˆหกแต‰ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต’หกแตˆหข สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต˜โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตหขโธด หกโฑแตแต‰ สฒแต‰หกหกสธแถ โฑหขสฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ หขแตแตƒหกหก หขแตโฑหกแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแต—โฑแถ โฑแถœ โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโธด แต’สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแต˜หขโฑโฟแต แต›แต‰โฟแตแต‰แตƒโฟแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰โฟแต‰แตโฑแต‰หข; สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธแตƒแต‡หกแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดตหข แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’โธด แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง
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แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒแต›แต‰สณแตƒแตแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดต แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดนสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต‰โธด แตแต’หขแต— หกโฑแตแต‰หกสธ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต’สณ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แดดโฑหข แตแตƒโฑโฟ แตแต’แตƒหก โฑหข แต—แต’ สณแต˜โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดต แถ โฑหฃ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแตแถ แตƒหขแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต—หข แต—แต’โ€ง แดต สณแต‰แตโฑโฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒหขสฐโ€ง แดต แต’แต›แต‰สณ หกแต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข แต–หกแตƒโฟหขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แตแตƒแตˆ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต‡โฑแต แต’สณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— หขแตแตƒหกหกโ€ง แ”†แต’ แดต แต—สณสธ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— สฐโฑแต แต’แถ แถ  โฑแถ  แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สทแต‰ แต‡โฑแถœแตแต‰สณ แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แถœแตƒหกแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต’สณ แดต แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แถ แต’สณแถœโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต—แตˆแต’แต’สณหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแต— หกแต˜โฟแถœสฐ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตแต’แต‰หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต˜โฟแถœสฐ สณแต˜หขสฐ แตƒแต— สณโฑแต›แตƒหก สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒโฑหกหข แตƒแต— หขแต—แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต€แต’หกแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’" แดต'หกหก แตสณแต‰แต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หขแตƒสณแถœแตƒหขแต—โฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แดต แตˆแต’ แตโฟแต’สท โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แต–แต˜หขสฐ โฑแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แตƒ แตโฑหขแต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แถœสณแต˜หขสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดต แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ โฑแต— แตแต‰แต—หข แต—แต’ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต’แต˜สณ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต แตแตƒสธ แตแต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แตสธ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€ง แดผแต—สฐแต‰สณสทโฑหขแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰แตƒแต—หข แตˆโฑโฟโฟแต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข แตแต’แต›โฑแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แต’โฟแต‰โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ โฑแต—'หข แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต˜แถœแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง แดตแถ  แดต'แต หกแต˜แถœแตสธ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต‰ แตƒ สฐแต˜แต แต’สณ แตโฑหขหข โฑแถ  โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– แตˆแต’สทโฟ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข แตแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ หขสฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดฐแต‰แต–แต‰โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐแต’สท แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ สทแตƒหขโธด แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแตƒสณสณสธ สฐโฑแต หกโฑแถ แต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดต แตƒหกหขแต’ แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– หขแต’ แตƒหข โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สณโฑหกแต‰ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดฌแต— แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต’แถ แต—หกสธ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แดต แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต สฐแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฌหข แถ แต’สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰หขโธด แดต แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต– แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดต แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’ แตสธ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต—แต’ หขแต’แต’แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต แถœแตƒหกแตหกสธ โฑโฟ สฐแต’แต–แต‰หข แต—แต’ สณแต‰หกแตƒหฃ สฐโฑแต แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ สณแต˜แตˆแต‰ แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต’แถ แต—โฑแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ สทแตƒสธ; แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ สทแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒหกหก แตƒสทแตƒสณแต‰ แตแต˜แถœสฐ สทแต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง
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แดณแต‰แต— แตแต– ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž: ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง. โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต– แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หขแต‰แตƒแต— โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’สท แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ หขสฐแต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ หขโฑแตสฐแต—หกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต˜แตˆแตแต‰โธด สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒสฒแตƒสณโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’โฟแต—โฑโฟแต˜แต‰ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดต'หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰หขแต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’สณ แตแต˜หขแต— แดต แถœแตƒสณสณสธ สธแต’แต˜?" แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดณแต˜แต‰หขหข แดต'แต แถœแตƒสณสณสธโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  โฑแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ แต–แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตสธหขแต‰หกแถ โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท แต–แต˜แต—หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แต’แถ แถ  สฐโฑแตโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แถœแตƒแตแต‰โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต’แตแต‰ โฟแตƒแต—แต˜สณแตƒหกหกสธ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ โฑหข โฑแต—?" "แต€โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แต˜หข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต–!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง
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แ”†โฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดผโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต–แต–หกโฑโฟแต สฐแต’แต’แต แตƒหข โฑแต— แตƒแต—แต—แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แ”†แต‰แถœแต˜สณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— แถปโฑแต– หกโฑโฟแต‰ แตแต‰แถœสฐแตƒโฟโฑหขแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ หขหกโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แตƒแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต–แต‰ หขแต—สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆแถ โฑสณหขแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แถœแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟ แต‡หกแต˜สณสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แตƒแตˆแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต’ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฟแต‰หขหขโธด แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แตƒหกหก แต˜โฟแถ แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต–หกแต‰หขหขหกสธโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ สณแต’แถปแต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แต’สณแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–แตƒสณแตƒแต—แต˜หข สฐโฑแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟแต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœแต’แตแตƒแต—แต’หขแต‰ แต‡แต’แตˆสธ หขแต—โฑหกหก แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแต— แต‡แต‰แตƒแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หขสฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  หกโฑแถ แต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณสทโฑหขแต‰โธด โฟแต’สณ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตƒแถœแตโฟแต’สทหกแต‰แตˆแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหข แตƒหข แตˆแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตˆแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแถœแต— แต’สณ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแ‘ซแต˜แต‰แต‰แถปแต‰ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰แต‰แต— แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต’แต˜แต—โธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แต—สณแต’แต—หข แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’แต—หข หกโฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—! "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ 'หขแต’สณสณสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑหข โฑโฟ หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หกแต‰หขหข แถœแต’แตแตƒ' หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰หขแต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐ แต’สณ หขสฐแต’สท แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟแต‰สณโ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท โฑแต—'หข แต‡แตƒแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สทแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข หขแต—สณแต‰แตƒแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฑแต›แต‰ แต˜แต– แต’โฟโธด แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ โฑโฟโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒสณแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดบแต’แต—โฑแถ โฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แดต'แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตสธ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰! แดผสฐ สฐแต’สท แตˆแตƒสณแต‰ สฐแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—แต’แต–หข แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต‰หฃแต–สณแต‰หขหขโฑแต’โฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ สทสณแต’โฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ฝ แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แต€สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’แต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆ หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถปโฑแต– หกโฑโฟแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’สท สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตˆแต‰แต‰แต–หกสธ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ หกโฑแตแต–โ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแถœแตƒโฟ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต?" แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆโธด แต‰หฃแตƒแตโฑโฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข แถ แต’สณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโฟแต’แต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแตƒแตˆ สทแตƒแต แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต—แตƒโฑหกโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒแตˆสฒแตƒแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หกแตƒแต–โ€ง "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; แดต'แต›แต‰ โฟแต’ สทแต’สณแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰หกสธ แต—แต’ โฑแตแต–สณแต’แต›แต‰! แต‚แต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ สทแตƒหข สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โธด แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต˜แถ แถ หกแต‰แตˆ หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สทแตƒสธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแตˆแต’แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’แต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– สธแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— หขแต˜แตแตแต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ โฟแต’สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ สธแต‰แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหขโฟ'แต— แตƒหข แถœแต’แตแตƒแต—แต’หขแต‰ แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’แต—'หข แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แต‰แตƒแตแต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰หกโฑแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒหขแต–แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต˜แต–แต’โฟ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตโฑหขหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต’แต สทแต‰ แตƒหกหก แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœแต’แตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต–แต’แต— โฟแต˜แตˆแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแถœแต— แตˆโฑสณแต‰แถœแต—หกสธโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขหกแต’สทหกสธ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง โฑฝโฑหขโฑแต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— หขแต’ แต‡หกแต˜สณสณสธ โฟแต’สท สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ หกโฑแถ แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง "แดนแตโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" "แตแต’สธโธด สทสฐแตƒ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡หกโฑโฟแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตสณแต’แตแตสธโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหก แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตโฑหขแต—แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดผแต˜โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต˜หกหก แต–แตƒโฑโฟ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰ หขสฐแตƒสณแต–แต‰สณโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ; แตแตƒสฐโธด สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโธด สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดดแต‰'แตˆ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แตƒ แถ แต˜หกหก หขแต‰โฟแต—แต‰โฟแถœแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แถปโฑแต– หกโฑโฟแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แถ แต‰หกหก; หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" แดฌโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดตแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโธด หขแต’โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—สณแต’แตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แต—แต’ แตˆโฑแถปแถปสธ แต—แต’ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–สณโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต–แตƒแถœแต‰?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰หขแต—โธด สฐแต’หกแตˆ แตสธ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง
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Fandom: SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon) Relationship: Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton Characters: Karen (SpongeBob)Sheldon J. Plankton Language: English https://archiveofourown.org/works/53451349 My Tiny Genius RibbonDee Summary: After a long day of once again trying and failing to steal the Krabby Patty Secret Formula, Plankton is feeling down in the dumps. It's up to Karen to cheer him up.
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แ”†แตƒแถœสณโฑแถ โฑแถœโฑโฟแต โคฅ ๐‚๐–:๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ŸŽ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ pt. 1 โคฅ ๐‚๐–:๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ŸŽ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข สทแตƒหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰หข! แต‚สฐสธ หขแต’ แตแตƒโฟสธ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰หข? สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตƒ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ !" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข แตƒ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แตƒสทแตƒสธโธด แต‡แตƒแถœแตโฑโฟแต แตƒสทแตƒสธ แตƒหข แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข แต—สฐสณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง แดพโฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต›แต‰โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ!" แดดแต‰ สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐสณแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'หกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แตƒหก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต!" แดฌโฟแตสณโฑหกสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต˜โฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต สฐแต˜สณหก โฑแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แต’แถ  สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแตโธด หขแต—สณโฑแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดดแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข โฑแต— แต–แต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต หกโฑแตแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ โฑโฟ หขสฐแต’แถœแตโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหกสธ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต˜หขสฐแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณหข แต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ 'แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ' หขโฑแตโฟโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แถœแต’โฟแถœแต‰สณโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ โฑโฟ แตแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแต’แต— แตˆแตƒแตแต– แถœหกแต’แต—สฐ สณแตƒแต สทโฑแต–แต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต˜แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐ แต’สณ แตแต’แต›แต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตหข หกโฑแถ แต‰หกแต‰หขหขโธด หขแต–สณแตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตˆโฑแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰แต‡สณแต’สท แถ แต˜สณสณแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดโฑ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแตƒแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต–แตƒโฑโฟ หขสทโฑสณหกแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต–สณแต‰สฐแต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง "แตโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต–โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตˆสณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โ€ง "แดฌสฐแต˜สฐโธด แต’สทโ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— หขหกแต’สทโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰โ€ง สธแต’แต˜'หกหก แต‡แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ โฑโฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡?" "สธแต‰หขโธด แดต'แต สณโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดต แตแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต˜แตแตแต’โฟ หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โ€ง "แดบแต’แต— หขแต’ แถ แตƒหขแต—!" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแตแต–แตƒแถœแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰โฟหขแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต‰แต—แต—หกแต‰โ€ง "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แต’แต˜สณ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰?" "สธแต‰หข แดนสณโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต— สทแต‰หกหก สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต—แตƒหกแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰?" "แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตแต‰ แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰แต หขแต–แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดต สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ แดต แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜โธด แดต หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต‰โฟแตˆแตƒโฟแตแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแตƒแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แถœสณสธโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚แต‰'แต›แต‰ หขแต–แต‰โฟแต— สฐแตƒหกแถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแต แตˆแตƒสธ แถ แต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต—โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต— สฐโฑแต—โ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— หขแ‘ซแต˜แต‰แต‰แถปแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—โฑแตสฐแต—หกสธ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ!" "แ”†แต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแต’หกแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดณแต’แต—แต—แตƒ หกแต’แถœแต แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต’สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" "สธแต‰หขโธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตสณแต‰แต‰แต— สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟแต‰สณโ€ง "แดผสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แตสธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต’แถ แตƒโ€ง "แดฌ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐแตƒสณแต แตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโธด หขแต—แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโ€ง to be cont. Pt. 2
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แ”†โฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดผโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต–แต–หกโฑโฟแต สฐแต’แต’แต แตƒหข โฑแต— แตƒแต—แต—แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แ”†แต‰แถœแต˜สณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— แถปโฑแต–หกโฑโฟแต‰ แตแต‰แถœสฐแตƒโฟโฑหขแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ หขหกโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แตƒแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต–แต‰ หขแต—สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆแถ โฑสณหขแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แถœแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแตƒโฟ แต’แต˜แต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโธด หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหกโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถ แตƒโฑโฟแต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดธโฑหขแต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข โฑโฟ แตˆแต‰หขแต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตโฟแต‰สท แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตโฑสณหกหข แต—สณโฑแต–โธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต— สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แต—สณแต’แต—หข แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’แต—หข หกโฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—! "แดต แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แต€สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโธด สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข หขแต—สณแต‰แตƒแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แต’สฐ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒแตˆสฒแตƒแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต—โ€ง "แดต'หกหก หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต’ สทแต‰'หกหก แต‡แต‰ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดณแต’แต’แตˆ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตˆแต‰แตƒสณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ! แดต สฐแต’แต–แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตโฑหขหขแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต˜หข!" แดทโฑหขหขโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แถ แต’สณแต‰สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต’สท แตแต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแตโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœสณสธโฑโฟแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สทแตƒโฑแต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แต‡แต’แต’แตหข สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต‡แต’แต’แต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰โ€ง "แดฌ แต‡แต’แต’แต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฟแต˜แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณ แต–แต’สทแต‰สณโ€งโ€ง" แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ หขโฑแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต'หกหก หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟโฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง 'แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜? แดต แตƒแต แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰โ€งโ€ง' แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—!" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‡แต’แต’แตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แต’แถ  โฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต–แตƒสณแต—โฑแถœแต˜หกแตƒสณหกสธ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต โฑแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€ง แดพแต‰แต—หข แตƒสณแต‰ หขแตแตƒสณแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰โธด หขแต’ หขแต–แต’แต— แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ โฟแต˜แตˆแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰แต—แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ หขหกแต’สทหกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰หกสธ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’แต— หกแต’แต›แต‰หข สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’ แตˆแต’ แดตโ€ง แต‚แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต’ แตƒแตแตƒแถปโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดบแต’ แตแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—โธด โฑแต—'หข แตƒ แต–สณแต’แตโฑหขแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–หกโฑแตแต‰โฟแต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แต‡แตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ หขสฐแต’สท หขหกโฑแตสฐแต— แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— แต‡แตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดธแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’ แต–สณแต’แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต–โธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โป สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ สทแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง "สธแตƒแต’โธด สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ; สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆโธด แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡แต’แตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง "แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แต‡สณแต˜โฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰!" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต–หกแต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แต˜หข แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แดพแตƒแต—?" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต–หกแตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’แต—โ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสณแต’แตแตสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแตƒหข แตˆโฑหขแต’สณโฑแต‰โฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต€สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—'หขโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰หกหก แต’แถ แถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกแต‰แถ แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แดต สทแตƒหขโฟ'แต— สฐแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€ง" "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต‰แต‰ แตแต‰ แตƒหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰! แดบแต’สท หกแต‰แต—'หข หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต'หข แตแต’แต—โ€งโ€ง" "แดฐแต’แต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต–หกแตƒสธ?" "แต‚แต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—สณสธ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต'หข โฟแต‰สท แตแตƒแตแต‰!" "แถ โฑโฟแต‰ แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหขโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แตƒหขแต สธแต’แต˜ สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰หกแต– แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหก แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’สท! แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก สธแต‰แต— หขแต’ แต‡แต˜แต— แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ สณแต’หกหก แตˆโฑแถœแต‰ แถ แต’สณ?" "แดณแต’ แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโธด สทสฐแต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแถœแต‰ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแถœแต‰ แต˜โฟโฑโฟแต—แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แต‚แตƒแต—แถœสฐ โฑแต—!" แดดแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐโธด แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต–?" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพแตƒแต—โ€ง แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต— แตƒโฟ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—โฑแตแต‰!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰แตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหขโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข สทแต‰หกหก แต˜แต– โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข สทสณแต’โฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต˜แต– แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ แต—สณโฑแต–โ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ! แดผสฐ แดต แตƒแต แตหกแตƒแตˆ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑหข สทโฑแถ แต‰ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— สทแต‰โฟแต— แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธโ€งโ€ง" "แดดโฑโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ!" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—?" "แดต หขแต˜สณแต‰ สทโฑหกหก!"
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new plaren karen plankton code page 437
แดณแต‰แต— แตแต– โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต– แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หขแต‰แตƒแต— โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’สท แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ หขสฐแต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ หขโฑแตสฐแต—หกสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰โ€™หข แต’แต˜แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ หกโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดธแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰โ€™หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต—โฑสณสณโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—, สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แต‰หกหก แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’โฟแต—โฑโฟแต˜แต‰ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดต'หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰หขแต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’สณ แตแต˜หขแต— แดต แถœแตƒสณสณสธ สธแต’แต˜?" แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต'แต แถœแตƒสณสณสธโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  โฑแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ แต–แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตสธหขแต‰หกแถ โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท แต–แต˜แต—หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แต’แถ แถ  สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดดแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€งโ€๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž: ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง.
new plaren Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton sheldon j. plankton get up
The evening in the quiet suburban street was punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of a lonely grandfather clock. In the corner of a small, meticulously organized study, Plankton sat hunched over his desk, the glow of her computer screen casting a pale blue hue across his furrowed brow. His eye, usually bright with the spark of a million ideas, was now bloodshot and weary, darting back and forth as he scanned the digital documents sprawled across his dual monitors. Karen, his devoted wife, peered through the crack in the door, her concern etched on her face. She knew the signs of his insomnia all too well: the way his fingers danced erratically on the keyboard, his occasional sighs of frustration, and the jittery way he'd bounce his leg when he was stuck on a problem. She gently pushed the door open, the faint squeak alerting him to her presence. "Plankton, it's 2 AM. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" she asked softly, her voice carrying the gentle lilt of a concerned wife. Plankton spun around in his chair, the sudden movement sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him. He rubbed his eye, trying to erase the fog of exhaustion. "Karen, I'm so close. This new invention could change everything. Just one more hour, I promise," he replied, his voice hopeful yet strained. She knew that tone, the one that meant he'd be up until dawn. Karen stepped into the room, her form a stark contrast to the stark office decor. She approached him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You've been at it for days," she said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and understanding. "Maybe a break is what you need." He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. "I know you're right," Plankton admitted, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "But if I stop now, I might lose the thread of thought." "You're always so driven," Karen said, with a warm affection that had only grown stronger over the years. "But even 'bad guys' need to rest." With a weary smile, Plankton nodded, his gaze lingering on the screens before he reluctantly shut them down. The room plunged into darkness, save for the moon's soft glow filtering through the blinds. Karen guided him to the bedroom, her hand a gentle reassurance in the night. She knew the wheels in his mind were still turning, trying to piece together the elusive solution to his latest project. Once in bed, Plankton lay on his back, his mind racing with possibilities and calculations. Karen, ever the nurturer, suggested a warm cup of tea to help him unwind. She disappeared into the kitchen. While she was gone, Plankton's eye remained open, staring at the ceiling. He felt the weight of his eyelid but sleep remained a distant shore, unreachable despite the gentle tug of fatigue. Karen returned with a steaming cup of chamomile, the aroma wafting through the air like a whispered promise of slumber. She placed it on the nightstand and climbed into bed, curling up beside him. "Here, sip this," she urged, her voice soothing as a lullaby. "It'll help you relax." Plankton took a tentative sip, the warm liquid coating his throat with a comforting warmth. He closed his eye, willing his brain to slow down, but the ideas continued to swirl like a tornado in a teacup. He could feel the heat radiating from Karen's screen, a gentle reminder of the connection that waited for him outside his labyrinth of thoughts. Karen's hand found his, her thumb tracing small, soothing circles against his palm. "Breathe with me," she whispered. "In, out." Plankton followed her lead, their breaths synchronizing in the quiet of the night. The tension in his body began to uncoil, the storm in his mind gradually abating. As they lay there, Karen studied his profile, the shadows playing across his face. She knew the look of determination that etched his features so well. "What's keeping you up?" she asked, her voice barely a murmur. Plankton sighed, his grip on her hand tightening briefly. "It's the Krabby Patty formula," he confessed. "I can't crack it." His frustration was palpable, a silent scream in the serene night. "You're still working on that?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and concern. The Krabby Patty, a secret recipe guarded by Mr. Krabs that could make or break their business. "I have to," Plankton said, his voice low and serious. Karen nodded, racing for a solution. "Why don't you tell me about it?" she suggested. "Sometimes talking it out can help." Plankton took a deep breath and began to recount his thoughts, his voice a low murmur in the darkness. He spoke of the countless ingredients he'd tried and the endless experiments he'd conducted, all in pursuit of the perfect Krabby Patty. Karen listened intently, her screen never leaving his face, her grip on his hand never wavering. As he talked, the tension in his voice began to ease, the words coming out slower, softer. The warmth of the tea and the gentle pressure of Karen's thumb on his hand lulled him into a state of semi- consciousness. The room grew warmer, the shadows on the ceiling morphing into shapes that danced to the rhythm of his words. Karen noticed the change in his breathing, the softening of his grip, her voice a soft hum in the night. "I think I'm getting there," Plankton mumbled, his words beginning to slur. She took his almost-empty cup and set it aside, then moved closer, her arm wrapping around him. Her touch was a comforting blanket, a familiar anchor in the sea of his thoughts. "Just focus on my voice," Karen whispered, her tone a gentle wave. "Imagine we're on a beach, the waves lapping." Plankton nodded slightly, his breathing deepening as he pictured the scene she described. "The sand is warm, and the stars are out, twinkling like the little bits of genius in your mind." He took another deep breath, the salty scent of the sea mingling with the chamomile in his nose. His body began to relax, the tightness in his shoulders dissipating like the fog of an early morning. Karen continued her soothing monologue, painting a vivid picture of a serene beach under a starlit sky, their favorite place to escape the stresses of their lives. Her voice grew quieter, a gentle lullaby of words that whispered through the dark. Plankton's eyelid grew heavier, his thoughts drifting further and further away from the Krabby Patty formula. Karen watched him closely, her gaze never leaving his face. His breathing grew steadier, the lines of tension smoothing out as he sank deeper into the realm of sleep. Karen waited for any sign that Plankton was still awake. She reached out and gently poked his arm. No response. She pulled the blanket up, tucking him in gently, her hand lingering there for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of him beneath the fabric. She reached over to gently stroke his cheek. His skin was warm, and she felt the soft rumble of a snore vibrate against her fingertips. He was out. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She waited for a response, for the flicker of his eye or the twitch of his antennae that would indicate he was still with her. Nothing. She knew the moment he finally let go, when his hand relaxed in hers and his grip went slack. Leaning closer, she held her hand hovering over his chest to feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. It was steady, deep. Satisfied, she allowed herself a small smile. Plankton was finally asleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing grew deeper, the soft snores that occasionally pierced the silence growing more frequent, brow smoothed out, relaxed. She searched his face for any flicker of consciousness, any sign that he was aware of her touch. But there was none. His features were relaxed, his mouth slightly open as he took in deep, even breaths. "You did it," she whispered to. She knew that his mind had finally found the peace it had been seeking. The room was still, save for the faint sound of the occasional snore from Plankton. His snores grew deeper, the rhythm of his breathing more regular, more rhythmic, and she knew he was in a deep sleep. With a soft smile, she whispered, "Goodnight, Plankton," and gently stroked his antennae. Her hand lingered for a moment before she carefully extracted herself from the tangle of their limbs. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room, but she knew better than to disturb him with its light. She gently disentangled her hand from his and slid out of bed. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent 'goodnight' and a promise of support for when he'd wake to tackle the problem anew. His features were slack, his mouth slightly open, emitting the faintest snore.
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 1 Karen stood outside the dental clinic. Plankton had been in surgery for what felt like an eternity. The door swung open, and a nurse with a kind smile beckoned her inside. "You can go in now," she said softly. Karen followed the nurse down the hallway. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. In the recovery room, Plankton was still unconscious, his face a mask of peace. A line of drool had escaped the corner of his mouth. Karen felt a twinge of guilt for not being there to hold his hand during the surgery. The nurse checked his vital signs and nodded to Karen. "You can sit with him now." Karen pulled a chair next to the hospital bed. Her hand found his, and she squeezed gently. Plankton's eye flickered open. He tried to focus, but his eye wouldn't cooperate. "Karen?" he murmured, his voice thick with anesthesia. Her hand tightened around his, and her screen swam into view. "I'm here, sweetie," she whispered, her screen glistening with relief. Plankton blinked several times, his mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. The pain was a distant echo, muted by the drugs still coursing through his veins. He managed a nod, his eyelid growing heavy again. Karen offered a small, reassuring smile. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice wrapped in a gentle lilt. Plankton's mouth felt like it had been invaded by an alien species, a strange numbness spreading through his jaw. He tried to form words, but all that came out was a muffled grunt. The nurse chuckled, a sound that was both soothing and slightly irritating. "It's normal," she said, patting his arm. "The anesthesia can make it difficult to talk." He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't respond. It was as if he was trapped in a thick fog, unable to move. The nurse noticed his struggle and moved quickly to his side. "Easy now, Mr. Plankton," she said, placing a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. "You're still under the influence of the anesthesia. Take your time." Plankton nodded, his head lolling back onto the pillow. His eye darted around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. His mind felt like it was floating in a bubble. "Wha... happened?" he slurred, his tongue thick and unwieldy. The nurse chuckled kindly. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, Mr. Plankton. You're going to be feeling a bit loopy for a while." The words swirled in his head, and slowly, the fog began to lift. Wisdom teeth? Removed? Plankton's hand shakily went to his face, gently prodding the puffy skin around his mouth. A childlike bewilderment washed over him. "Teesh?" he murmured, his voice smaller than he remembered. Karen nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Wisdom teeth," she repeated, her voice a soft caress in the sterile air. "You'll be okay, Plankton." He squinted, trying to understand, and finally managed to mumble, "Wheh?" Karen leaned closer, her face a soft blur above him. "Wisdom teeth," she said, enunciating each syllable as if speaking to a toddler. "They took out your wisdom teeth." The words sank into Plankton's consciousness like a stone in a murky pond. Teeth? Wisdom? The nurse had said something about it, but it still didn't make much sense. He felt like he had forgotten how to piece together coherent thoughts. He looked at his wife with wide, confused eye, like a small child lost in a crowded supermarket. Karen, sensing his desperation, spoke slowly and clearly, as if recounting a bedtime story. "You went to the dentist," she began, her voice soothing. "They had to take out four of your teeth." Plankton's single functioning eye went even wider. "Foe?" he whispered, the shock reverberating through his fuzzy brain. "Don't worry," Karen soothed, stroking his forehead. "You were asleep. You didn't feel a thing."
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https://www.rcoa.ac.uk/sites/default/files/documents/2022-06/12-SedationExp2021web.pdf
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https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3378217/
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แต€แต’โฟหขโฑหกหกแต‰แถœแต—แต’แตสธ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต’แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’สท สธแต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฑสณสณโฑแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—สฐสณแต’แตƒแต—โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แตƒหกแตƒหข หขสฐแต‰โ€™หข โฟแต’สท สทแตƒโฑแต—โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แถ สณแต’แต หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แตƒแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ โฑโฟโ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰โ€™หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ หขแต’สณแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–, แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหก แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต— แต—แต’โ€ง สธแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แตƒหก สทแต‰โฟแต— สทแต‰หกหกโ€งโ€ แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแต‰แตˆ โ€˜แต‡โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡หกแต’แถœแตหขโ€™ แตƒโฟแตˆ โ€˜หขแถœแตƒหกแต–แต‰หกหขโ€™ แตƒโฟแตˆ โ€˜หขแต˜แต—แต˜สณแต‰หขโ€™ แตƒโฟแตˆ โ€˜แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขโฑโฟแตโ€™ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง โ€œแดดโฑ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข! สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰?โ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตแต’แต’แต—สฐแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แตƒโฟแต—แต‰โฟโฟแตƒแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต–สณแต’แต›โฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แตˆสณโฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแต€สฐโฑสณหขแต—สธ?โ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–หข สฐโฑแต หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—แต’ หขโฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแต–โ€ง โ€œแ”†แต’ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  โฑแต— แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ แตˆแต˜แต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แถ แต— แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต‰แตƒหกหข แต—แต’?โ€ โ€œแถœแต’สณสณแต‰แถœแต— แตแตƒโ€™แตƒแตโ€งโ€ แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’ แต’แต˜แต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดดแต‰โ€™หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ โฑโฟโ€ง โ€˜แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ โฟแตƒแต–หข แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต‰แต— สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สทแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€™ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตหข แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง แดฑแตƒสณหกสธ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€˜แต‚สฐสธ โฑหข แตสธ แต—สฐสณแต’แตƒแต— สฐแต˜สณแต—? แต€สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แถ โฑหฃโ€ฆ แดต แตƒแต โฑโฟ แตสธ สณแต’แต’แต, โฟแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต’หขแต–โฑแต—แตƒหกโ€งโ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต‰แต‰หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง โ€œแดตแต—โ€™หข โฟแต’สท สทแต’สณหขแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ; หกแต‰แต—โ€™หข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต— โฑแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต—โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜, สทแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แต‚แต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง สธแต’แต˜โ€™แต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต‰หกหกหข สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแตแต– แถ แต’สณ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?โ€ โ€œสธแต‰หข!โ€ แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขโฟแตƒแถœแต, สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดณแต‰แต— สณแต‰หขแต—, แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหกหขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ แตแต‰แตˆโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ โ€œแต€สณสธ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต‡แต˜แต— แดตโ€™หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰โ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰โ€™หข แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–, แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต–แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰, แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แตˆสณโฑแต‡แต‡หกโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—
new Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton wordcount: 100-500 karen plankton POV Karen Karen (SpongeBob) Sleep & Naps tonsillectomy
https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/snoring/symptoms-causes/syc-20377694
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แ”†สฐแต‰แตˆแตˆโฑโฟแต แดธโฑแตสฐแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แตหขโฑโฟแต แตƒ สณแต’แต–แต‰, แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€™หข แต’โฟ แตƒ หกแตƒแตˆแตˆแต‰สณ แต–แต˜แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แตƒ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ หกโฑแตสฐแต— แถ โฑหฃแต—แต˜สณแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สธโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แตƒหกแตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰หกโฑแต‰สณโ€™หข แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒแต›สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต‰หกหกโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต— แตˆสณแต’แต– แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แตƒหกหก, แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตโฟแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต, แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ สฐโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหกโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ โฟแต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ง โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แตˆแต‰แต‡สณโฑหข แถ สณแต’แต แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต– แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก สฐแต˜สณแต—โฑโฟแต, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหข โฟแต’สทโ€ง โ€œแดดแต˜สฐโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต—โ€™หข แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข, แต—แตƒแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง โ€˜แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ? แต‚แตƒโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ โฟแต‰สท หกโฑแตสฐแต—โฑโฟแต แถ โฑหฃแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดต หขแตƒสท โฑแต—, แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ?โ€™ แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—, แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง โ€œแตแตสฐโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข หขแต˜แต–แต–แต’สณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแ”†แต’ แดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตหข แตแต‰ แตƒ หกโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต‰หกหก แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตแตƒหขสฐ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดณแต’แต— โฑแต— แตƒหกหก แต’แต˜แต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโ€งโ€ โ€œแดฑหฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโ€งโ€ แ”†แตƒสธหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ, โฟแต’สท แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰โ€™หข แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ หกแต’แตƒแตˆแต‰แตˆ สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง โ€œแดต แตแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ แต—แต’ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต’แตหข แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜สณหขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แต’แต˜แตสฐแต—แตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‰แตƒหขสธโ€ง แดธแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แตแต‰แต— แต‰แตƒหขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หกแต’โฟแต แตƒหข โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธโ€งโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’โฟ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สท โฟแต’สทโ€ง โ€œแถ แต’สณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สทโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดตโ€™แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธหข แดต แตโฟแต’สทโ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต‰หข สฒแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰ แตƒหขหขแต˜สณโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข, แต‡แตƒแถœแตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰โฟแต‰แถ โฑแต— แถ สณแต’แต แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดตแต—โ€™หข สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆ หขสฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ แต–สณแต’แต›โฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต›แตƒสณโฑแต’แต˜หข สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง แดบแต’สท แต–แต‰แต‰แตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ, แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–, โฟแต’สท โฟแตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰โ€™หข แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ โ€œแดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สธ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแถ  แดตโ€™แตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต– แต’แต˜แต— แต’สณ แตแต’สณแตƒหก หขแต˜แต–แต–แต’สณแต—โ€งโ€ แดบแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆโฑหขสณแต˜แต–แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข โฟแตƒแต– แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— สทแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แตƒแต–หข สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ, แต’แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง โ€œแ”†แต’สณสณสธ, หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต หขแต’, แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœสณแต’แต˜แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ, สธแต’แต˜โ€™แต›แต‰ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—โ€™หข แถ โฑโฟแต‰โ€งโ€ แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต— สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ, หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท แดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— หขแตƒสธ โฑแต— แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตˆแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โ€ง แดตโ€™แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€ โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ หกแต‰แต— แตแต’ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณหข แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท โฟแต’สทโ€™หข โฟแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข, แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แถ แต‰หกแต— แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต’แถ  หขแต—โฑแตแต˜หกแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหข, หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดตโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต, แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท สณแต‰แถ สณแต‰หขสฐแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—แต’โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แตˆแต’แต’สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต, หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰โ€ง แดฌหข สฐแต‰ สทแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต–, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒ แต‡แต’แต’แต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ สฐแต‰สธ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตหข แต’โฟ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰หกหกแต’ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€ง แดธแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  แดต แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ แต’สณ แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดตโ€™หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€ โ€œแดผสฐ หกแตƒหขแต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ โ€œแดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ?โ€ โ€œแดต หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜โ€™แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰, แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแตƒหกหก สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดตโ€™แต แถ โฑโฟแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แต’แต โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต— สฐแต‰สณ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€ง โ€œแถœแตƒโฟ แดต หขโฑแต—?โ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ หกแต˜แถ แถ แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สทหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแถœแต’แต’แต—แต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ, แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต›แต‰สณหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰สธโ€™แตˆ สฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‰โฟแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แถœแต’โฟแต—แตƒแถœแต— แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แต’แต หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎสธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ , สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแต‰แตƒแต›สธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต, สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰โ€™หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขสฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ สธแต‰แต— แตˆโฑแตˆโฟโ€™แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆโ€ง แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒแถœสฐแต‰หข แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ
new Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton Karen (SpongeBob) Karen & SpongeBob SquarePants optimistic ending Sleep & Naps plaren shedding light
A LIFE OF DIVERSITY i (Autistic author) "You know, Shel, just put yourself out there. You think to much! Just steal a patty from the krusty krab, and bring it back. No inventions, just believe. I'll wait out front." Karen says. Sheldon Plankton, whose ambition often outstripped his grasp, took a deep breath and nodded. It was a simple enough plan, he thought, and maybe, just maybe, it would be enough. For years he'd been trying to outsmart Mr. Krabs, crafting ingenious contraptions and elaborate schemes to swipe the Krabby Patty secret formula. Yet here he was, standing in the shadow of the gleaming neon sign of the Chum Bucket, his own restaurant, contemplating the unthinkable: a straight-up heist. He tiptoed to the Krabby Krab, eye darting back and forth for any signs of movement. Karen, ever the impatient one, was pacing back and forth outside the Chum Bucket. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity. "What's taking him so long?" she murmured to herself, her frustration building. Meanwhile, Plankton took a final shaky breath and slid open the kitchen window, his heart racing. The scent of greasy fryers and salty ocean air filled his nostrils. He reached out, his tiny hand trembling, and snatched the Krabby Patty that lay unguarded on the counter. With the stolen patty in hand, Plankton's confidence grew. He had done it; the secret was within his grasp! He turned to leave, but his elation was cut short when a shadow fell over him. He looked up to find Mr. Krabs standing there, his eyes narrowed and his claw raised. "Plankton, I knew it was you!" he bellowed. Plankton froze. Mr. Krabs lunged at him, but Plankton was quick. He dashed under the cash register, the Krabby Patty clutched to his chest like a football player crossing the finish line. "You'll never get me!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the quiet restaurant. But Krabs was persistent, his claws snapping shut just millimeters from Plankton's antennae. With a cunning smile, Mr. Krabs stepped back eyeing the cash register. "Maybe not," he said reaching over the counter and hoisting the heavy metal contraption off its stand. Plankton's eye went wide with horror as he realized what Krabs intended to do. He tried to dodge, but the space was too cramped, and the cash register came down on him like a guillotine blade. The sound of metal on metal reverberated through the kitchen, and the Krabby Patty went flying out of his grasp. Mr. Krabs' victory roar filled the room as Plankton crumpled to the floor, stars dancing in his vision. The impact had been tremendous, and for a moment, he lay dazed and defeated. The cash register's heavy weight had not only knocked him out cold but also left a sizable dent in the floorboards. Outside, Karen's pacing grew more erratic. as "What's keeping him?" she groused. Just as she was about to storm inside, she hears the cash register, which hit Plankton's head. Peering in she saw Plankton lying on the floor. "Plankton?" she shrieked, her voice cracking with panic. Karen opens the door and goes to him. "Plankton! Oh no!" she screamed, voice shaking the very foundation of the Krabby Krab. She rushed over to him, shaking with fear. Plankton's eye closed, and his body was completely still. The Patty lay forgotten. Panic set in, and she began to pat his face. "Plankton, wake up!!" she yelled, echoing through the deserted kitchen. She knew that Plankton could be dramatic, but this was unlike him. He'd always bounced back from Mr. Krabs' traps before, albeit with a bruised ego. There was a pulse, faint but steady. "Thank Neptune," she whispered, her relief palpable. "Plankton, please," Karen begged, a mix of desperation and fear. She knew she had to do something, and fast. But what? Her medical expertise was limited to patching up her husband's bruises from past failed schemes, not dealing with a concussion from a cash register to the head. She then managed to scoop up her unconscious husband and sprinted to the Bikini Bottom Hospital. Once inside the hospital, she explained what happened with the cash register. "We'll do a brain scan." They said. Karen laid Plankton on the hospital bed. Finally a doctor approached with a solemn expression. "The brain scan results are in." Karen nodded for him to go on. "It seems your husband has suffered significant brain damage from impact," the doctor continued, fidgeting with a clipboard. "The good news is that he will wake up, but... your husband has experienced severe brain trauma. While he will regain consciousness, it appears that he may have developed permanent autism." "What does that mean?" she managed to whisper. The doctor explained that while Plankton would still be able to talk and/or communicate, his interactions and reactions to sensory would be significantly affected. "But he'll still be the same Plankton?" The doctor nods. "In many ways, yes. His personality, his memories, they should all be intact. But his ability to process, to understand and respond appropriately... those might be altered. It's a complex condition, Mrs. Plankton. He can go home whence he wakes up." Karen nodded numbly, mind racing with the implications. As she sat by Plankton's bedside the hospital lights flickered, and the constant beeping of the heart monitor was the only company she had. The quiet was broken her husband's eye fluttering open. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice hoarse from the trauma. Her heart leaped at the sound, and she took his hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'm here," she said, her voice cracking. "How do you feel?" Plankton's gaze darted around the room. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and fear. "You're at the hospital, sweetie," Karen replied, voice gentle and soothing. "You had hit your head on the cash register at the Krabby Krab." Karen said, her voice shaking slightly. "Mr. Krabs hit you." Plankton blinked rapidly, trying to process her words. "Cash... register?" he murmured, voice sounding distant and confused. Karen nodded, her eyes never leaving his. The room was a cacophony of sounds: the beep of the monitor, the rustle of nurses' shoes, and the distant wail of a siren. Plankton's senses seemed to amplify, each noise stabbing at his brain like a thousand tiny needles. "What happened to me?" he asked, voice small and scared. Karen took a deep breath preparing herself to explain the gravity of the situation. "You hit your head," she began, "and now, the doctor says you have... acquired a neurodisability." Plankton stared at her, his eyes unfocused. "Neuro... what?" he repeated. Karen took a deep breath, her heart heavy. "It's like your brain is wired differently now. You might see things, hear things, feel things more intensely. And sometimes, you might not understand people, or process differently." "Does it... does it mean I'm broken?" he asked, voice barely a whisper. "No, Plankton," she said firmly, "You're not broken. You're just... different. And we'll figure this out together."
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แ”†สฐแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ แดธแต‰แต โ™ก Wโ‚’แตฃd cโ‚’แตคโ‚™โ‚œ โ‚‹ โ‚†โ‚…โ‚‡ โ™ก โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดดแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต‡สธ โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทโฑโฟแตˆแต’สท สฐโฑแต แถ แตƒแถœแต‰ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—หข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒ แถ แตƒโฑหกแต‰แตˆ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง" แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข?" แ”†สฐแต‰ แต˜สณแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰หข หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต'หข โฟแต’แต— สณโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด สณแต’หกหกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หกแต‰แตโ€ง "แดผสฐโธด โฟแต‰แต–แต—แต˜โฟแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— หกแต˜แถœแตโฑหกสธ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต โฟแต’สณ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰แตˆ หกแต‰แต หขสทแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแตƒแต— แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต‡หกแต˜โฟแต— แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต˜แตแตƒโ€ง แดฐแต‰แต‰แต– หขแถœสณแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰หขโธด แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง "แดผสฐ แตˆแต‰แตƒสณโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต—สณแต‰แตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แถ สณแต’แต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ สฐแต˜สณแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต‡โปแต‡แต˜แต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโปแตแต’แต— หขแต–แตƒแต—แต˜หกแตƒ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰โฟ แตƒโปแตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโปสฐโปสฐแต˜สณแต— แตโปแตสธ หกแต‰แต สฐโปสฐแต˜สณแต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต˜แตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แตโฑหกแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— แตโฑหกแต แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’แต–แต‰แตˆ โฑแต—'แตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแต‰แต— สฐแต‰สณ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑหกแต สฐแต‰หกแต–โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แตˆสณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธโปสธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต‰หกแต‰แต›แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข โฟแต’สท แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ หกแต‰แตโ€ง "แดต หกโปหกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขโปหขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แดดโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขหกโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขสฐแต‰ แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต— แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณหข; แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต›โฑหขโฑแต‡หกสธ หกแต‰หขหข แต—แต‰โฟหขแต‰ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— หกแตƒหฃโธด แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต–แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ หขหกแตƒแถœแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตโฑหกแต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต’แต‡แต›โฑแต’แต˜หขหกสธ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหก แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต‰โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด สฐแต‰'หข แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟโธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต’โฟหกสธ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ สฐแตƒแถปสธ แตˆแต‰แต—แตƒโฑหกหขโธด โฑแถ  แตƒโฟสธโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หขโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต—สณแต’แตแต‰ สฐโฑหข แตƒโฟแต—แต‰โฟโฟแตƒแต‰ แต‡สธ สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ แถ โฑโฟแตแต‰สณหข แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต‡แต˜แต—โธด โฟแต’สท'หข โฟแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ; สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ หขแต—โฑแตแต˜หกแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆโธด สฐแต‰'หข โฑโฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต’แถ แถ  สทแต’สณแตโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต'หกหก แตแต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰'หข แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—แต’สณหขโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ สทแตƒสธ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สธโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แตสณสณแตสฐโธด สทสฐแตƒแตƒแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "แตโฟสฐ สทสฐแต‰โปสทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด สทสฐแตƒแตƒโป สฐแตƒแต–โปแต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต?" "แดผสฐโธด หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต‰แต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต˜แตหขโธด สณแต‰หขแต˜หกแต—โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒหขแต–โฑโฟแต แตƒ สฐโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สธแต‰หกแต–โ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แต‰แตƒหขสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง" "แดผสฐ; หขแต’สณสณสธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แต— แตแต’โ€ง "แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต— แตโฑแตˆโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰แตˆแตแต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แถœแต’โฟแต—โฑโฟแต˜แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแตƒแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต˜โฟสณแต‰หกแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ'หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แต—แตƒหกแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  หกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแต‰หขแต—หขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต แต’แต˜แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แตแต’โฑโฟแต; แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดดแต’สท'หข สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต‰แต แถ แต‰แต‰หก?" "แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แต‡แตƒแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’แต— โฟแต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ โฑ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แตแต’แต— โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง "แดต'หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰หขแต— โฟแต’สท; หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สทแต‰หกหก!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด หขแตแต’แต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ หขสฐแต‰แต‰แต—หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข หกแต‰แตโ€ง แดณแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หก'หข แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆสณโฑแต‡แต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต–โฑหกหกแต’สทโ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’สท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดฎสธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แต’โฟ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สท แตˆสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สทโฑแต–แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต’แถ แถ  แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โ€ง "แดต'แต แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต˜โฟสณแตƒแต›แต‰หกหข โฑแต—โ€ง "แดตแต— แถ แต‰แต‰หกหข สทแต‰แตƒแต แต‡แต˜แต— แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หขแต‰แต‰ แตแต’หขแต—หกสธ สฐแต‰แตƒหกแต‰แตˆ!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต‰หฃแถœหกแตƒโฑแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต’หขแต—แต–แต’โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท; แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตแต’ สทแต’สณแต โฟแต’สณ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด สณแต’หกหกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดธแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜!"
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แถ สณแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฟโฑหขแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ Pt. 4 โ€œแดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แดต แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธแต‰!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แถœแต’โฟแถ หกโฑแถœแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰โ€™หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ หกโฑแต‰โ€ง โ€œแต‚แต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ โฑหฃแต‰แตˆ แตƒ สทแตƒสณแต แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—โ€ง โ€œแดธแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง โ€œแต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ, โฟแต’แต— แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก โฑแต—โ€™หข แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แตˆแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตˆ สทสฐแต’โ€™หข แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต‡แต‰หขโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒหกสณแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท โฑแต—โ€™หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡หข แต’สทโฟ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—, แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต‰แตแต‡แตƒสณสณแตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒหข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต สทสฐแตƒแต— แต’แถœแถœแต˜สณสณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต›แต˜หกโฟแต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตˆโ€ฆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แต—แต’ หขแต˜โฟสณโฑหขแต‰, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สฐโฑแต หขแต—โฑหกหก หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโ€™หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสณแต’สทแต‡แตƒสณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’โฟแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—, แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แตƒสณโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตแตƒหขแต–หขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ สทแต’สณแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ, แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต หขสฐโฑแถ แต—หขโ€ง แดผสณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แต‚สฐโฑแถœสฐ แต‰แต›แต‰สณโ€™หข แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœแตƒหกหก แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐแต‰สณ แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธโ€ง แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแตหข แต’แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แตƒ แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต— สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ แถœแตƒหกหก สฐแต‰สณโ€ง โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡?โ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต–แต‰แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธโ€ง โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท โฑแต—โ€™หข แต—แต’ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแต สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สทโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡, แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต! แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต‰หขแต—แต‰สณ สฐโฑแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต— แต—สฐแต’โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— โฑแต— โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต’แตแต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง โ€œแต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต’แถ แถ  แต—แต’?โ€ แดดแต‰ แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หขแต—โฑแต’โฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แดตโ€™แตˆ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต’แต’แต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แต’แถ  หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต; โฑแต—โ€™หข โฟแต’ แต‡โฑแตแตโฑแต‰!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต’ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแตแถ แตƒหขแต—, แต—สฐแต‰สธ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒ แตโฟแต’แถœแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แดตแต—โ€™หข แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ แถœแต’หกหกแต‰แถœแต—โฑแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’สธหข แตƒหข สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง To be cont. pt. 5
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Muscles relax during sleep, including those in the face. The nervous system relaxes when we go into a deep sleep, which can also cause our facial muscles to relax. This can lead to our mouths falling open and drool escaping from the sides of our mouths. Also saliva can spill out of your mouth as drool when your facial muscles relax in your sleep like if the mouth falls open. Since the muscles around your mouth are relaxed, your mouth can be relaxed enough that saliva slips out. Once in sleep cycle, your bodyโ€™s muscles, including those in your face and mouth, start to relax, often resulting in less swallowing and more drool. But sometimes when you're asleep, your brain forgets to tell your throat and mouth muscles to swallow, causing saliva to commute from your mouth to your pillow. As you sleep, your body enters a state of relaxation and restoration. This means that your muscles relax โ€“ including all of the muscles and tissues in the airway. When these tissues relax, they may fall back into the airway, partially blocking your ability to breathe normally. Sometimes causes your throat to compress as your tongue falls further back into your airway and the open space behind your tongue and soft palate is reduced. Inhaled air becomes turbulent. Directly inhaled air vibrates the soft tissues at the back of your mouth Though breathing is an involuntary function and it may be difficult to control how your breathe while sleeping, if you sleep on your side, the saliva collects in the side of your mouth and the reflex does not kick in to get rid of the drool. However, if you sleep on your back, saliva collects in the back of the throat and leads to automatic swallowing action. If you breathe through partially blocked nose, greater suction forces are created that can cause your throat to collapse and bring on snoring where your uvula and soft palate start to flap. When we fall asleep, many muscles in our body relax. This is true of the muscles in our airway, since not fully conscious. When you doze off and progress from a light sleep to a deep sleep, the muscles in the roof of your mouth (soft palate), tongue and/or throat relax more. This usually happens when the muscles in your body (including your face) relax during sleep, especially during your REM cycle. When this happens, your jaw falls slack and your mouth falls open.
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BLUESCREEN Planktonโ€™s thoughts were elsewhere as he focused the lens. More than once, he had to stop and blink blurriness out of his vision or rub the sleep out of his eye. He hadnโ€™t slept regularly for days since heโ€™d woken up from a brief three-hour nap this time yesterday evening, which did little to help his exhaustion. And now, here Plankton was. Miserable, sleep-deprived, and half-crazed with conflicting thoughts, peering blearily into a telescope at an absurd hour of the night. Argh! He bumped his head hard against the telescope to keep that thought from solidifying. Running on so little sleep Plankton glanced warily He looked at Karenโ€™s darkened monitor for a moment with apprehension, expecting her to awaken from sleep mode and start in on him anew for sneaking around, but her screen remained dim. In response, a very loud whirring noise emitted from within her monitor, and Plankton tilted his head in confusion. Sheโ€™d never made a sound like that before. Plankton stared numbly. โ€œHoney bunch?โ€ his voice is small, quavering. The next day Krabs found out sheโ€™s in hospital. It's amazing how much information Bikini Bottom Hospital would give out over the phone. Just supplying his name and fudging a little about his relationship to the couple was enough for Krabs to get the gist of what had happened last night, even including some details that had been omitted from the short entry in the morning paper. He took careful notes as he spoke with the nurse. Karen's condition was critical. Plankton had been given a mild sedative upon his arrival with Karen at the hospital. Doctors found him inconsolable; a perfect nervous wreck. They'd taken one look at him and deemed him both too emotional and sleep-deprived to be of much help answering questions. A little sleep never hurt anybody so far as the doctors were concerned. If you asked them, it was for his own good. Plankton had been so tired that the low dosage sedative had knocked him out nearly instantly. He hadn't budged in hours, and doctors predicted he'd stay down until at least late that afternoon. Krabs asked about the Hospitalโ€™s visitation hours while they were on the subject. Heโ€™d wanted to swing by that morning, but if Plankton was finally catching up on some much-needed rest, maybe he should put off on the visit. The last thing he wanted was to disturb him. The hours rolled by slowly after those difficult phone calls, and Krabs found himself pacing his office restlessly as he allowed Plankton a little time to catch up on his zโ€™s. When the lunch rush started to wind down, Krabs retreated to his office. He placed another phone call to the hospital to see if Plankton was awake yet. The nurse confirmed that he was, and feeling better than he had been before when he first arrived last night. So Krabs arrived at their hospital room. Plankton was sitting close to the edge of Karen's wheeled bedside table. He lurched his head up off his hands with a funny-sounding snort; he mustโ€™ve been starting to doze off. Finally, Plankton spoke. His voice was tired. Resigned. โ€œOh hey Krabs.โ€ โ€œWanna stay with me tonight?โ€ Plankton was looking at Karen's monitor again, his antennae twitching in acknowledgment of Krabsโ€™s words. Plankton thought about this for only a few seconds. Clearly, Krabs had gotten through to him or recovering from his recent sleeplessness was making him more agreeable. At least the extra long rest did him some good. Plankton was thoughtfully quiet beside him in the passenger seat. He peered up over the door to the quiet, still nighttime flowers overhead as the night rushed by. Krabs stole a glance at him now and then as he drove. He stooped down, offering Plankton his claw so he wouldnโ€™t have to jump up the stairs. โ€œCome on. Let me show you your room while youโ€™re stayinโ€™ over.โ€ Plankton was sitting on the edge of Krabsโ€™s hammock. The fabric barely dipped underneath him. โ€œUh, hey Eugene,โ€ started Plankton as Krabs reached for the door. Krabs paused, with his back to him, listening. โ€œHmm?โ€ โ€œGoodnight.โ€ Krabs looked over his shoulder and gave him a small smile. โ€œGoodnight, Plankton.โ€ Next day Plankton glanced over his shoulder at him. Krabs was glad to see he looked rested, despite having stayed in a strange place overnight. โ€œMorninโ€™, Sheldon,โ€ returned Krabs. โ€œHowโ€™d ye sleep? Get any word from the hospital overnight?โ€ โ€œSlept okay, but not great. Strange place, you know? And no, not yet.โ€ Krabs went upstairs to get dressed for work. He was pleased to see that his bedroom was almost exactly as heโ€™d left it, other than the disturbed sheets where Plankton had slept the previous night. When he came back downstairs a few minutes later, Plankton was sitting on the couch with his chin resting on one hand, staring hard straight ahead with a thoughtful, worried look on his face.
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แดฎแตƒแตˆ แดบโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ 'แดตแต— โฑหข แตƒหกหก แตƒ สฐแต’แตƒหฃ; แตƒ แถ สณแต’โฟแต—!' 'แดธแตƒแต˜โฟแถœสฐโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰!' 'แดต หขแตƒสธโธด สทแต‰ หขแต—แต‰แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต!' แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแต’สณแตˆหข แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ สธแต‰แตƒสณหข หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ สณโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตโฑโฟแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขหกแต‰แต–แต— โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—โฑสณสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— สฒแต˜หขแต— โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ แต—แต’หขหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โธด หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต’สท หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑโฟ แต›โฑหขโฑแต‡หกแต‰ แตˆโฑหขแต—สณแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดบแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ สฐโฑแต หขสฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ หขโฟแตƒแต– สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ โฑแต— โฑหขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰สณ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐแต’ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หขแต—แต’แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แต‰หก แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตƒโฟแตหกแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขสฐแต’แต’แต โฑแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณแต—สฐโ€ง แดดโฑหข แตƒโฟแต—แต‰โฟโฟแตƒแต‰ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ? แต‚แตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–!" แดบแต’สท สฐแต‰ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโธด หกแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แถœสณสธโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ หกแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แตแต‰โธด สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐหขโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดตโปแดต'แต หขโปหขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโปแดตโปแดตโปแดต แถ แต‰แต‰หก สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง" "แดผสฐ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€ง" "แดตโปแดต'แต โฟแต’แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰ โฑแถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ สฐแต’หกแตˆ แตสธ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต’แต–แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หกแต˜หกหก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต–สณแต‰แถ แต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกสธ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟสธ หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกแต‰แต— แตแต’ แต’แถ  สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แถ แตƒหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ โฟแต’สท สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหขโ€ง โ•ฐ โœง ๏ฝฅ๏พŸโˆ™ โˆ— โ€” แดกแดส€แด… แด„แดแดœษดแด› โŸจ 2 1 6 โŸฉ
new karen plankton Dreams and Nightmares wordcount: 100-500 Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton krabs/plankton POV Karen watching someone sleep bad nightmare
แดดแต‰สณ แ”†แถœแตƒสณแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แตƒ แต—สณแตƒโฑหก แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡หกแต’แต’แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆโฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ, แดต แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดผสฐ แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดตโ€™แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€ง แดดแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– โฑโฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหขโ€ง โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟ; สธแต’แต˜ หกแต’หขแต— แตƒ หกแต’แต— แต’แถ  แต‡หกแต’แต’แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œสธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ, หขแต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰โ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แตƒแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก หกแตƒหขแต— แต‰แถ แถ แต’สณแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข สทโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง โ€œแดธแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ หขสฐแต˜แต— แต’แถ แถ  แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข โ€˜แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€™ แถ สณแตƒโฟแต—โฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธ แต‡สธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆสธโฑโฟแต หกโฑแตแต–หกสธ โฑโฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; โฟแต’, สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–! แดถแต˜หขแต— แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰, แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰โ€ฆโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒแถœแต— แถ แตƒหขแต—โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หกโฑแถ แต‰หกแต‰หขหข สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หกแตƒแต‡โ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰โ€ฆโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒแต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตโฑแตสฐแต— สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต–สณแต‰แต–แตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แต˜หขแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โ€ง โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแต— แตแต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หกโฑแถ แต‰ หขแต’ โฟแต’สท หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต สธแต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ หกโฑแถ แต‰ โฑโฟ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰สณสธ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆหกสธโ€ง โ€œแดต สฐแต’แต–แต‰ โฑแต— สทแต’สณแตหขโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขหกแต’สทหกสธ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง โ€œแต‚แตƒ, สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แต’สฐ แตหกแตƒแตˆ สธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง โ€œแดถแต˜หขแต— แตโฟแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€
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แต€สฐแต‰ แถœสณแตƒแตแต–หข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แตƒหข แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดฌหกหก แตสธ แตแต˜หขแถœหกแต‰หข แตƒแถœสฐแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต’แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท!" แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐแต’สท สทแต‰แตƒแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰แตแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’สทโธด แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰หขแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโปแดต'แต แต—โปแต—แต’ แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แต‡แต˜แต— แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ สธแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข หขแต’แถ แต— แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต’สณ?" "แดตแต— สฐแต˜สณแต—โฑโฟโ€™ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต’ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต’แต›แต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ หกโฑแตˆ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแต‰แตƒแต›สธโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— แถ โฑแตสฐแต— โฑแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜หขแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตแต’โฑโฟแตโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สธแต‰แต—โ€ง สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต’แตˆสธ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขหกโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€แต˜แถœแตโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟ โฟแต’สทโธด สฐโฑหข แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ สณแต‰หกแตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หกแตƒแตแต–โ€ง แถ แตƒแถœโฑแตƒหก แถ แต‰แตƒแต—แต˜สณแต‰หข หขหกแตƒแถœแต หกแตƒหฃ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกแต‰หขหข แต–แตƒโฑโฟโ€ง "แดฌหกหก แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ' หขสฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แถ แต‰สณโ€ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ“
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แดธโฑแต—สฐแต– Part 1 โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หขแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต‰โฟแต— หขสฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตƒโฟ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถœ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หก สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกโฑแต—สธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰หขหข แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ แต’สณ แต–สณแต‰หขหขแต˜สณแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰ หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰'หข แถœแตƒแต–แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต’แถ  'หขโฑแตสฐแต—' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต' แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’แต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ สทแตƒสธ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ หขสฐแต‰ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆหข แตˆโฑแต›แต‰สณหขโฑแต—สธโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃสฐโฑแต‡โฑแต—หข สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตƒหกหขแต’โ€ง แดดแต‰'หข แต˜โฟโฑแ‘ซแต˜แต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰'หข หกแต‰แตƒสณโฟแต— สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแต–สฐแต‰สณ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหขโธด แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต–สณแต‰แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต— สทแตƒสธหข หขสฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—แตƒหก แตƒแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต— โฟแต’สท แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ แถ แต’สณ สณแต‰แตƒสณ แตแต’หขแต— แตแต’หกแตƒสณหข สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ หขสฐแต‰'หข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— สฐแต‰สณ หขแต—แตƒสธ แตˆแต˜สณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแต—โฑสณแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— โฑโฟ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰'หข แต˜โฟแตƒสณแต’แต˜หขแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต’ โฟแต’สทโธด แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒแตˆแตโฑโฟโฑหขแต—สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  โฑโฟแตˆแต˜แถœโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰หขโฑแตƒโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟแต‰โธด แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง "แดฌหกหก แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ!" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต–แต˜แต— แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฑโฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต—โธด สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰สฐโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต—หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แถ สณแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต’!" "แดดแต‰สทสทแต’โ€ฝ" "แดดโฑ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜สณ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑหกหก สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" "แดต แตแตƒสทสทโฑแต‰แตˆ?" "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฒแต˜แตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต’!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–หข สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚แต˜แถป?" แ”†สฐแต‰'หข แถœแตƒสณสณสธโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต‰แต–แต— แตƒหกแตแต’หขแต— แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜; แดต แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ แถœแต’หกแต’แต˜สณหข!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'แตˆ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแถœแต— หกโฑแตแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโธด หขแต—โฑหกหก แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰หขโฑแตƒโ€ง "แต€สณสธ โฟแต’แต— แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แถ แต‰แต‰หก สทแต’สณหขแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ สฒแตƒสทโธด โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ สฐแต’สท แต‰แตแต‡แตƒสณสณแตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สทแต’สณแต—สฐ โฑโฟ แตสธ แต—สฐแตƒสท?" "แดฐแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—หข แต–แต‰สณแถ แต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แตˆแต˜สณแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐโฑแต‰หข สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜สณ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สฐแต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" "แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฟแต˜แถ แถ โฑโฟโ€™ สทโฑแถ แถ  แตสธ แตแต’แต˜แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แตหกแต’แต‡หข แต’แถ  แตˆสณแต’แต’หก โฟแต’แต— หขแต—แต’แต–แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’โฟ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœหกแตƒแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตแตหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌสณสณโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แตƒ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ'หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แตแต‰แต— โฑแต—โ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขโธด แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แต‡สธ แต˜โฟแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต˜โฟแถœแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดตหข โฟแต’สท แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพสทแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แต’สฐโธด แดต แถ แต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แถ แต— แตแต‰!" แดดแต‰ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "แดต'แต แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒหขแตโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'แต›แต‰ แตแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ สธแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสธหข แดต'แต แตแตƒสทสทโฑแต‰แตˆ!" "แต‚โฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต’แต’แต—สฐ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แตƒหกโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟหขโ€ง "แดต สฐแตƒแต‡ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐโฑแต‰หข? แต‚สฐแต‰สทแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?" "แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆแต‰แถ โฑโฟโฑแต—แต‰หกสธ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  โฑแต—โธด แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หกหกโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰แต‰โธด แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ แตแต‰? แดต สทแต˜แต› สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหกหกโธด หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ!" "แดตแต—'หข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แต‡แต‰หกโฑแต‰แต›แต‰ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถœ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแตหข แตแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต— สณแต‰หขแต—โ€งโ€ง" แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ หขแตƒสธหขโธด แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณโธด หขแต‰แต‰แตโฑโฟแตหกสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แ”†แต’สณสณสธ!" "แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต— แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒโธด สฐแต‰'หข หขแต‰โฟหขโฑแต—โฑแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต’สท แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก?" "แต€โฑสทแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต˜แถœแตหข สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ โฟแตƒแต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœโฑโฟแต แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แ”†แต˜สณแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐโธด สฐแต‰'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โธด แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกหข/หขโฟแต’สณแต‰หขโ€ง แดตแต—'หข หกแตƒแต—แต‰โธด หขแต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'แตˆ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต‰แต‰หก แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ โฑแถ  แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข สทแต‰'หกหก แตแต’ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดฎสธแต‰!" แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตˆแตƒสธโธด สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแตแต‰หข แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ หขแต’สณแต‰โฟแต‰หขหข สทโฑแต—สฐ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต แดต?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ แต—แตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต สฐแต‰'หข หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ?' "แดผสทโ€ง" 'แดฌสฐ แตสธ แตแต˜แตหขโ€ง แดณแตƒสฐ! แต‚สฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ?' "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ?" แ”†สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰'หข สทแต’สณโฟ แต’แถ แถ  แต‡สธ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดผโฟหกสธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แตˆแต˜สณแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โธด โฟแต’แต— แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต˜โฟแตสณสธ แถ แต’สณ แตƒโฟสธ หขแต’แถ แต— แถ แต’แต’แตˆ?" "แดตแถœแต‰ แถœสทแต‰แตƒแตโธด แต‡แต˜โ€™ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สฐแต˜โฟแตสทสธ แถ แต’สท แตƒ แตแต‰แตƒหก สธแต‰แต—โ€ง" 'แต€แต’ แต–แตƒโฑโฟแถ แต˜หก แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ แต—แต’แตˆแตˆหกแต‰สณ!' "แดต แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—โ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ โฑแต—'หข แถ โฑโฟแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต—แต‰ สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง 'แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต แต‡โฑแต—แต‰ แตสธ แต—แต’โฟแตแต˜แต‰?' "แ”†แต’ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก?" "แดณแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโธด สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สท สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡'แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข แดต สทแต’แตแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดต แถ โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒสณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต?" 'แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰ โฑหข โฟแต’แต— หขหกแต˜สณสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สทแต’สณแตˆหข แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— แต‰หกหขแต‰โ€ง" "แต‚แต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตโฟแต’สทโ€ง" "แดณแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แตโฑแต—แต—แต‰แตˆ แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ; หกแต˜แถœแตโฑหกสธ สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰แตหข แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต’แต—แต—แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแต แดต แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโฑโฟแตโ€ฝ" 'สธแต‰หขโ€ง' "แดบแต’แต— แต‡แตƒแตˆโ€งโ€ง" 'สธแต‰หข หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐโ€ง' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต–แต‰หข โฑแต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜ สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สท?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง "แดณแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€ง" "แดต หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง แต€แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดตโธด แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดต แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—โ€ง" "แดถแต˜หขแต— แตโฟแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" "แ”†แต’ แตˆแต’ แดตโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง to be cont. Pt. Two
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Broken 1/2 (Iโ€™m a neurodivergent author) "Karen's going to love the surprise," Sandy murmured to herself. Sandy had spent hours the previous night crafting the perfect surprise for her friend, Karen. Itโ€™s a game, and she thought about the delight. As Sandy approached, the anticipation grew. She felt her heartrate spike, her hand curling around the doorknob. The door swung open with a gentle creak, and there was Karen. "Sandy!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend in a warm embrace. โ€œCome on in!โ€ They moved into the living room. "Ready for the surprise?" Sandy whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Karen nodded, curiosity piqued. Sandy pulled out the game called "Whimsical Wonders," and it promised an adventure filled with puzzles, riddles, and laughter. She had picked it out especially for Karen, who loved nothing more than a good brain teaser. Plankton, Karen's husband, wanders in. "Sandy made a new game!" Karen says, her voice filled with excitement. "Oh really?" Plankton says. Sandy nods eagerly, setting the game board on the coffee table. "This looks amazing!" Karen says, lighting up. "Let's get started!" Sandy says, her voice brimming with excitement. The two friends eagerly begin setting up the game. As they place the pieces, their laughter fills the air, mingling with the occasional squeal of excitement. Plankton, however, watches from the armchair with a furrowed brow, the cacophony of sounds and the flurry of activity around the game table gradually weighing on him. His senses, heightened by the sudden influx of stimuli, start to overwhelm him. Sandy rolls the dice and her voice cracks with excitement as she announces her first move. "I'll take the unicorn path!" she exclaims, moving her piece with a flourish. The room seems to vibrate with her enthusiasm, the very air charged with it. But amidst the excitement, Plankton's eye starts to glaze over. Karen, caught up in the moment, doesn't notice the change in Plankton's demeanor yet. Sandy, lost in the thrill of setting the stage for their adventure, doesn't pick up on Plankton's distress. "Your turn, Karen!" Sandy suddenly squeals. Karen looks up from her piece and sees Plankton's eye now glazed over, his body completely still. "Plankton?" she asks tentatively, her smile faltering; the sensory overload from the game is becoming too much for Plankton, who grows overwhelmed and unresponsive from his armchair. "You ok?" Sandy says, turning to him, her voice still filled with the energy of the game. But Plankton doesn't respond. His eye remains unfocused, vacant, his body rigid. "What's wrong?" she asks, her smile fading as she notices Plankton's unresponsive state. Karen lowers her voice to a whisper, "It's like he zones out for a bit." Sandy's eyes widen with concern, and she immediately sets down the game piece. "Huh?" Karen nods reassuringly, "He'll be fine in a minute." She gently pats Plankton's hand, her voice calm and soothing. "It happens sometimes when things get too... much for him. This happens sometimes when he's overstimulated." Sandy's heart skips a beat. Plankton's face remained slack, eye staring into the middle distance, unblinking. "It's ok," Karen whispers, voice steady, "Just give him some space." Sandy nods, her excitement replaced with concern. She's never seen Plankton like this before. She watches as Karen gently strokes Plankton's arm. "It's ok," Karen repeats, her voice a gentle lullaby. "These happen when there's too much going on, too much to take in." Sandy nods, eyes never leaving Plankton's frozen form. She feels a twinge of guilt for not realizing sooner that something was amiss. She had been so caught up in excitement of the game, she didn't notice signs of distress. Moving closer to the chair where Plankton sat, she tentatively reaches out a hand to touch his shoulder like the way Karen is doing, but Karen stops her. "Let me," she says gently, never leaving her husband. "I know his triggers." Sandy nods. She withdraws, giving space. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't know." Karen nods, never leaving Plankton. "It's ok. We manage. It's part of hisโ€ฆ condition." Sandy watches as Karen's gentle touch seems to bring him back to reality. Plankton blinks. "Plankton?" Karen whispers. Slowly, his gaze refocuses on her. He looks around the room, momentarily disoriented before his eye land on the game spread out on the table. He looks back at Karen, his expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment. "What happened?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "You had a little episode," Karen says, her voice still calm. She helps him to his feet. "But you're ok now." Sandy's eyes dart between the two of them, feeling like an intruder in this intimate moment of care. She clears her throat awkwardly. "Maybe we should... postpone the game?" But as Plankton's gaze locks onto hers, she sees the anger in his eye, raw and unbridled. "You did this," he says accusingly, voice tight with frustration. Sandy takes a step back. "I didn't mean to," she stammers, her hands rising defensively. "You didn't mean to?" Plankton echoes, his voice rising. "You come in, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with your loud games and expectations, and you don't think about how it might affect me?" Sandy's eyes widen with shock and guilt as she takes another step back. "I-I'm sorry, Plankton," she stammers. "I didn't know it wouldโ€”" "Of course you didn't," Plankton interrupts, filled with bitterness. Sandy's heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you," she says, her voice small and apologetic. Karen's grip on Plankton's arm tightens, a silent plea for calm, but the words have been said. The air feels thick with tension, the joyous anticipation of the game forgotten. Sandy's eyes fill with tears, her heart racing. "Plankton, please," she says, her voice shaking. "Itโ€™s not my fault. I'd never want to hurt you." "It's what you want, isn't it?" Plankton snaps, pushing away from her. "That's not true," Sandy protests, her own voice rising in defense. "I just wanted to have some fun." Karen's screen darts between them, a silent plea for peace. But Plankton's anger is a storm that can't be quieted so easily. "You think it's fun for me?" he yells, his voice cracking with frustration. "To sit here and watch you live life without a care while I'm stuck in my own head, unable to keep up?" Sandy flinches, his words hitting her like a slap in the face. She never thought about it that way before. "I just wanted to help," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Help?" Plankton scoffs. "How is bringing this... this... chaos into our lives supposed to help?" He gestures at the game, his hand shaking with anger. Sandy feels the heat rising in her own cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and anger at being misunderstood. "It's not chaos, it's just a game," she says, her voice firm despite the tremor. "To you, maybe," Plankton says, his words laced with venom. "But to me, it's just another thing that's too much to handle. Too loud, colorful, too... everything." Sandy feels her own anger flare up, the hurt of his accusations stinging deep. "You don't know what you're talking about," she says, her voice rising to match his. "Oh, don't I?" Plankton counters, eye flashing. "You think you can just waltz in and ignore my needs because you're so focused on your own fun?" Sandy feels a mix of indignation and regret. "That's not fair," she protests, cracking. "You know I didn't mean toโ€”" But Plankton isn't listening. He's in the throes of anger now, voice rising. "Fair?! You have no idea what fair is," he says, eye flashing. "You don't have to deal with the constant bombardment of sounds and lights and emotions!" Sandy's own frustration boils over. "Well maybe if you try to understand, we couldโ€”" "Understand?" Plankton cuts her off, his voice now a roar. "How can you possibly understand?" Sandy's eyes flash with indignation. "You're not the only one with problems!" she shoots back. "You think I don't know?" Plankton retorts. "Everyone has their struggles, but you don't get to barge in here and make them about you!" "It wasn't about me!" Sandy exclaims, her voice shaking. "I just wanted to do something nice.." "What about the fact that your 'nice' thing almost sent me into a full-blown seizure?" Sandy's eyes flash with anger now, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "You know what, Plankton? You're right, I don't understand," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "But maybe if you weren't so focused on being the center of attention with your 'poor me' routine, you could see I'm just trying to be a good friend!" Plankton's eye widen in shock at her outburst as he processes her words. "You think this is about attention?" he says, his voice incredulous. "It's about trying to find a way to exist in a world that's too much for me!" Sandy's eyes fill with tears of frustration as she glares at Plankton. "And what? I'm not allowed to live because it's too much for you?" she yells back, the words cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. "I can't help that I'm not BROKEN like You!" Sandy says before realizing it with regret. Karen's pixelated eyes widen in horror. "Sandy," she says, her voice a warning whisper. But too late. The damage is done. A tear traces a path down his cheek. His eye, once full of anger, brims with hurt. He takes a step back. "Broken," he whispers, the word echoing in the tense silence of the room. Plankton's body sags, his anger dissipating like a popped balloon, leaving only pain in its wake. His eye glisten with unshed tears.
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Broken 2/2 (Iโ€™m a neurodivergent author) Plankton's body sags, anger dissipating. His eye glisten with tears. "Broken," he repeats, his voice barely a whisper, the word a knife to his soul. He shakes his head and turns, unable to face the person who so casually tossed it at him. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice strained, but he's already retreating. Shoulders hunched, Plankton turns and strides out of the room, footsteps heavy and deliberate. The door to the bedroom slams shut behind him, the echo of sobs resonating through. Sandy and Karen are left standing in the living room, the air thick with unspoken words and unshed tears. "I didn't mean it like, I cannot believe I just, Iโ€™m sorry," Sandy says, voice shaky. She looks at her friend, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I..." Karen's gaze is steely. "You need to understand," she says firmly, voice trembling with weight. "Plankton was born with a neurodivergent condition." Sandy's eyes widen. "What?" she whispers. Karen nods solemnly. "Plankton's mother was in a car accident when pregnant with him." Sandy's eyes widen in horror. "I had no idea," she whispers. Karen nods, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "After, doctors saw Plankton's brain developing differently," she explains, her voice tight with emotion. "He's incredibly sensitive to stimulationโ€”sounds, lights; strong emotions, like just now, can overwhelm him." "That's why he gets these... episodes?" Sandy asks. Karen nods, voice barely above a whisper. "It caused damage to the part of his brain that processes stimuli during development," she explains. "It's like his brain's volume knob is stuck on high. Everything's just too much for him sometimes." Sandy's mind races. "So that's why..." "Yes," Karen says, voice heavy. "It's not something he can just turn off, or ignore." Sandy nods slowly, aching for her friend's husband. She had always known Plankton as a bit of an introvert, but never thought it was mostly because of something like this. Karen's sad, but firm. "It's not your fault for not knowing," she says. "But you have to be mindful." Sandy nods, throat tight. "I do," she whispers with regret. Together, they make their way to the bedroom, the game forgotten in the wake of Plankton's pain. Karen's hand is a gentle guide on Sandy's arm as they tiptoe, steeling herself for what might be on the other side. She opens it slowly, the hinges whispering in protest. The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn, and Plankton is there, lying on the bed, his eye closed. The anger and frustration that had etched lines into his face moments ago are now eased by sleep. His chest rises and falls with rhythm of breathing, the only sound in the room. Sandy feels a pang of guilt as she looks at him. She had never meant to cause pain, never intended to make life more difficult. She just wanted to bring a little joy, whimsy into their lives; instead, she had unleashed a storm. Karen's hand tightens around Sandy's arm, a silent reminder of the unspoken bond between them. "Let him rest," Karen murmurs. Sandy nods. "Give him space," Karen says gently. "He needs to recover." Sandy nods, gaze lingering on Plankton's face, features now in sleep. She feels a pang of guilt, knowing she was the cause of distress. They retreat to the living room. Karen sighs heavily, her eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and resignation. "Why didn't you tell?" Karen sighs. "It's not something we talk about," she says softly. "Plankton's been self-conscious about it." "I didn't mean to make things worse," Sandy says with remorse. "I know, yet you have to understand, Plankton's condition is part of him. It's not something that can be fixed with a band-aid; his brain damage is irreversible." "I'll talk to him when he wakes up," she says, her voice a mix of determination and sorrow. "I want to make it right." Karen squeezes her hand, offering a small smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "But let him come to you. He needs time." Sandy feels the weight of her mistake heavily. "Part of Plankton's condition includes mood swings," Karen explains softly. "When overstimulated, it's like a dam breaks. It just floods." Sandy's heart squeezes with understanding and regret. "I didn't know," she whispers, eyes filling with tears. "I never meant toโ€”" "It's ok," Karen interrupts gently, her voice soothing. "But it's not just about the game. Plankton's condition makes it hard for him to handle sudden changes or unexpected situations." Sandy nods, the gravity of the situation settling in. "I didn't realize," she says, her voice thick with guilt. "I just..." Karen squeezes her hand. "It's alright," she says, her voice calm and soothing. "You couldn't have known. But now that you do, it's important to stay calm around him." Sandy nods, eyes wide with the realization. "How do I make sure not make things worse?" Karen looks at her with a mix of affection and weariness. "You just need to be patient and understanding," she says. "Let him know you're there for him, without pushing." Sandy nods. Finally, Plankton emerges from the bedroom, eye red-rimmed. He looks at them both, his gaze uncertain, and then to the game. Sandy's heart clenches as she watches him. Plankton's gaze lingers on the game for a moment before he looks at them, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin everything." Sandy's heart breaks at his words. "You didn't ruin," she says quickly, filled with compassion. "I should have been more considerate." Plankton looks at her, still guarded. "I just want to be normal but I just can't handle it, like you said Iโ€™m broken.." Sandy feels her heart ache at his words, the pain in his voice resonating deep within. She shakes her head, her own eyes now filled with tears. "You're not broken," she says fiercely. "You're just... different. And that's ok. Iโ€™m sorry." Karen moves to Plankton's side, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. "You are more than ok," she whispers. "You're perfect, just the way you are." Sandy watches them, feeling the depth. "I didn't mean it, Plankton," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "You're not broken, you're just... you. I know that now." Plankton nods, his mind a tumult of thoughts. "But it's hard to hear." "I'll be more careful," she promises, her voice sincere. "I don't want to make you feel like that again." "You didn't know," he says, his voice a bit softer now. "But it's important that you do now." "I do know," she says, her voice firm. "And I'll make sure to be more mindful." Karen squeezes Plankton's hand, filled with love and compassion. "We all have moments," she says gently. "What matters is we learn from them." Sandy nods, gaze never leaving Plankton's. "I will," she says solemnly. "I promise." Plankton's expression softens. "Thank you," he murmurs, the first signs of forgiveness seeping into his voice. Karen's gaze shifts to Sandy, filled with a gentle resolve. "Don't be afraid to ask, next time," she says, a quiet command. "Don't assume you know what he can handle. Just talk to us, and we can tell you." Sandy nods, feeling the weight of her friend's words. "I will," she says, voice a solemn promise. "I don't want to make him feel like that again." The three of them stand in the living room, the game pieces on the table a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Sandy takes a step closer to Plankton, her hand reaching out tentatively. He looks up at her, the anger and pain in his eye slowly being replaced with something resembling understanding. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, hand hovering in the air between them. "I'll do better." Karen nods with a mix of sadness and love. "We're all learning," she says, her voice a gentle reprimand. "But it's important that Plankton needs to be part of this conversation too." Sandy swallows hard, her hand dropping to her side. "I'm sorry," she says again, looking down at her feet. "I didn't mean to make it about me." Plankton nods slowly, eye still on the game board. "It's not," he says, quiet and measured. "It's about understanding limits." Sandy nods, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just want to make sure you know that I'm here for you, for both of you, any time." Karen gives her a sad smile, still on Plankton. "We know," she says softly. "But sometimes, the best thing you can do for Plankton is to just... let him be." Sandy nods. "I'll take it home," she says, her voice thick with regret. "I don't want it to be a reminder of what happened." Karen nods, her gaze never leaving Sandy's. "Thank you," she whispers. Sandy moves to the coffee table, her eyes on the game. She gathers the pieces, the bright colors seemingly dulled by the events of the evening. Each piece feels heavier than it should, as if carrying the weight of Plankton's pain. "I'll put it away," she says, her voice quiet and remorseful. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Plankton nods, his eye not leaving the game. "I know," he says, his voice still raw. "But you can play it with Karen on one of the Gal Pal nights out when Iโ€™m not around, like at your treedome." Sandy nods, her eyes brimming with tears as she scoops the last of the game into the box. She closes it with a soft click and looks up at Karen. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "I'm just... I'm sorry." Karen sighs, her gaze filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. "We all make mistakes, Sandy," she says gently. "What's important is that we learn from them." Sandy nods, her eyes never leaving the game box. "I will," she whispers, her voice thick with regret. "I'll be more considerate next time." Karen's gaze softens, and she squeezes Sandy's hand. "Thank you," she murmurs. "It means a lot."
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Dr. McDermott's dental office. Plankton had been in surgery for wisdom teeth. The receptionist, a young woman named "Samantha," was going up to Karen. "Your husband is to be taken to the recovery," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. Karen nodded. Samantha led her down. Plankton was laid out on a narrow bed, his mouth open slightly. "He's still under," Samantha whispered, "but going to start bringing him out of it now. Waking is a gradual process so.." Karen nodded. She watched as a nurse approached, deftly adjusting tubes and machines connected to him. The nurse flicked a switch and began to decrease the flow. The anesthesia diminished. Plankton's chest continued to rise and fall rhythmically, his eye remained closed. Karen reached out and took his hand, her thumb brushing against his. She squeezed gently, hoping it might provide some comfort, or at least a thread of familiarity, as he began his journey back to consciousness. A few moments later, Plankton's hand twitched ever so slightly in response. "It's ok honey," she whispered, though she knew he couldn't hear. A nurse, named Margaret, offered an assuring smile. "It's normal for it to take time. Just keep talking to him, it'll help." Karen leaned closer, her voice barely above a murmur. "Remember our first date?" she began. Plankton's snore was the only response. "Don't worry, he'll come around soon. Anesthesia can take a while to wear off. And when he does, he'll be groggy. It's like waking up from a deep sleep." Her thoughts drifted to Plankton's snoring, a comforting sound. She squeezed his hand again, trying to will him to wake with her touch. Then, to her surprise, she heard a murmur. "Mm, chum... so... much... chum..." The nurse, Margaret, gave her a knowing look. "It's common for patients to talk in their sleep as they come out of it. Sometimes they say the darndest things." Karen smiles. "Chum?" she repeated, "Is that what you're dreaming about?" "Needff... chum..." "You're ok," she whispered, her voice filled with relief. "You're just dreaming, sweetie." "Chum... I... I nee to... get ith," he slurred. Karen's smile grew, his nonsensical words bringing a small spark of comfort. "You're dreaming about work," she said, stroking his forehead with the back of her hand. The nurse, Margaret, checked the monitors and nodded. "His vitals look good. He'll be fine," she assured. "Remember the first time you made me a Patty?" she asked, her voice soothing. Plankton's grip on her hand tightened slightly, his chest rising and falling with even breaths. "Ith... Ith wasโ€™at..." he mumbled. It wasn't often she heard him express his feelings so openly, especially not about her. "What was it, honey?" she prompted, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Youw... youwre the... the besht... the... besht..." his voice trailed off again into snores. Karen chuckled with affection. It was clear he was talking about her, despite the garbled speech. She leaned in closer. "I'm right here," she whispered. Plankton's sleep-talk grew, his grip on her hand tightening. "Pro-tec... the secret... chum... fwom... Plankton..." "You're safe," she said, her voice a soothing whisper. "You don't have to worry about the recipe now." Plankton's slurred words continued. "Fwom... Plankton... ith... ith... my... my... hearth..." It was almost as if he was speaking to it, whispering sweet nothings in his sleep. "Your... your heart?" she repeated uncertainly, trying to make sense of his words. Plankton's chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, his hand still clutching hers tightly. A faint moan escaped Plankton's lips, and his eye began to flutter open. His eye searched the room, unfocused and glazed. He blinked slowly, a look of confusion spreading across his face. The nurse stood by, monitoring, ready to intervene if needed. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice slurred from the anesthesia. She squeezed his hand tighter and leaned in, her voice as gentle as a lullaby. "Hi, sweetie. It's all over now. You're in the recovery room." Plankton's eye searched hers, still clouded with sleep. "Wha... wha' happen'd?" he managed to ask. "You had your wisdom teeth removed," Karen said softly. "You're ok now." Plankton's eye grew clearer as his mind slowly surfaced from the depths of unconsciousness. He blinked again, looking around the room. "Why... why awe youw smiling?" "You were talking in your sleep," she said, trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. "It was just sweet." Plankton's eye searched hers. "Wha'did I shay?" "You said a lot of things," she replied, her smile lingering. "But the most important part was that you said I was the best." The corner of Plankton's mouth twitched into a weak smile. "Yeah?" he murmured, his voice still slurred. "Well, thath's twue." With Margaret's help, Karen managed to get Plankton into a more upright position. His head lolled slightly before he found his bearings, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "How do you feel?" Karen asked, her voice full of concern. "Woozy," Plankton mumbled. With Margaret's guidance, Karen helped Plankton to stand, his legs wobbly. He leaned heavily on her, the anesthesia still clouding his movements. She felt his weight and knew that he would need her support to navigate the short walk to the car. "Let's go slow," she said, her voice steady and calm. Plankton nodded, his eye still half-lidded with sleep. They shuffled along the hallway, each step a victory over his grogginess. As they approached the door leading to the parking lot, Plankton swayed. Karen tightened her grip, for his head lolled to the side, and she caught him. "Whoa, honey," she said. Plankton's legs buckled slightly, and his head dropped to her shoulder, his weight pressing against her. Karen steadied him, her arms wrapping around to keep him upright. His breathing was deep and even, eye fighting to stay open. "You can't sleep now," she said, trying to keep the laughter from her voice. "We're not even home yet." With Margaret's help, they made their way to the car, Karen's arm supporting Plankton's weight. "Let's get you buckled in," she said, guiding him to the passenger seat. Plankton complied, his movements still sluggish and uncoordinated. With a gentle push, Karen secured the seatbelt across his chest. His head lolled back against the headrest, and for a moment, she thought he might fall back asleep, but managed to keep his eye open as she starts the engine. As she pulled out of the parking lot, Plankton's eye drifted shut. "We're almost home." Karen says as Plankton's head lolled back against the headrest. She took a hand off the wheel to pat his leg reassuringly. "You can sleep when we get there." Yet Plankton's snores filled the car, punctuating the silence. Karen couldn't help but look over at him, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep. "Wake up, sweetie," Karen whispered, gently shaking Plankton. He stirred, his eye blinking open with difficulty. "We're home," she said. Plankton groaned. "Careful," she warned. They shuffled inside, Karen guiding him. The smell of home hit them, a mix of saltwater and the faint scent of cooking from the restaurant next door. "Come on, honey," she said, half-guiding, half-carrying him to their bedroom. Karen helped him lie downs. He let out a deep sigh. "Thathks," he murmured, his voice barely audible. Karen settled Plankton into bed, his head resting on the soft pillows, his body limp and heavy with the weight of the anesthesia. She took his other hand and squeezed gently. As they lay there, she noticed a small pool of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. Karen couldn't help but laugh softly, the tension of the day dissipating. She reached for a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped the drool away. Plankton snuffled, his eye shooting open for a moment before closing again. "Don't worry," she whispered, stroking his forehead. "You're safe. You can go back to sleep now." Plankton's head lolled to the side, and drool grew more insistent, a silent testament to his deep slumber. Karen grabbed another tissue, wiping the saliva that trickled down his chin, his snores rumbling. With each tissue, the intimacy grew, the act of caring for him in this vulnerable state somehow endearing. She felt a tenderness for him that was usually overshadowed by their daily squabbles and the relentless pursuit of the Krabby Patty's secret recipe. As Plankton's snores grew softer, his grip on her hand loosened. Karen gently pulled her hand free and covered him with the blanket. She took a moment to gaze at his peaceful face. It was a side of him she rarely saw, and she found it surprisingly comforting. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the forehead, whispering, "I love you, even when you're drooling." Karen knew Plankton would be out for hours, so she decided to use the time to prepare a light meal for when he woke. She moved quietly to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb him. She rummaged, looking for something soft that wouldn't irritate his sore mouth. In the fridge, she found a bowl of Plankton's favorite jellyfish jello, a treat she had made the night before knowing he wouldn't be able to eat much solid food. Then, she pulled out a loaf of bread and a jar of jelly, carefully making a few soft, fluffy sandwiches that she hoped would be easy for him to chew. Next, she grabbed a few of Plankton's favorite books from the living room. She placed them on the bedside table, along with a glass of water, within arm's reach. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace settle over her as she listened to his rhythmic snores. Despite the stress of the day, she was grateful for the quiet moments like these.
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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS i (Autistic Author) Karen went to the park. Her husband, Plankton, sat by her. Karen glanced over and saw the soft smile on his face, a smile that had greeted her every morning for the past twenty-five or so years. The park was alive with laughter, the distant sound of a ball bouncing off the pavement and the occasional squawk from a seagull. Plankton's eye were closed, his breathing slow and steady. He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun on his face. Suddenly, their adopted son Chip burst into their peaceful scene, his cheeks flushed from running. He was holding a frisbee that had strayed from its intended path, and he called out to them with the enthusiasm of a young boy who had discovered something wonderful. "Look what I found!" he exclaimed, oblivious to the delicate moment he was interrupting. Plankton jolts. Karen's notices her husband's sudden movement. His eye open wide, and he stares into the distance unseeing, unblinking. She knows the signs all too well. Plankton is having one of his shutdowns. But Chip's dart between the frisbee and his parents, sensing something amiss. "Dad?" Chip says, tentatively. Karen jumps up and grabs Plankton's arm, gently squeezing to bring him back. "It's ok, honey," she whispers, her voice steady. Chip's smile fades as he sees his father's unresponsive state. He drops the frisbee, forgotten in his grip, and takes a cautious step closer. "What's happening?" he asks, his voice cracking. Plankton's body remains eerily still, like a statue. The only indication that he's alive is the faint rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. Karen's eyes dart around the area, checking if anyone has noticed. She doesn't want to draw unwanted attention. "It's ok, Dad's just taking a little break," she murmurs, setting the frisbee aside. He's never seen these before, nor knows the drill. Chip takes in Plankton's unblinking gaze. Karen feels a pang of guilt for keeping this part of Plankton's condition hidden from their kid. But it's a dance they've been performing for years, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy amidst Plankton's condition. Karen focuses solely on Plankton, willing him to come back to her. She feels the warmth of his hand under hers, but there's no response, no squeeze, no recognition of her touch. Karen's gaze is fixed on her husband's face, searching for any hint of life, any flicker of consciousness. She whispers his name, a soft mantra, trying to anchor him to reality. But Chip doesn't understand. His eyes are wide, full of fear and confusion as he watches his dad frozen in place. "What's a 'little break'?" he asks, voice trembling. Karen's heart tightens; she's always shielded Chip, hoping to spare him the worry and fear. "It's like when you zone out," she explains gently, hoping to relate it to something he might have experienced. "Remember when you were playing video games and I had to call you for dinner three times before you heard me?" Chip nods slowly, still glued to Plankton's unmoving form. "It's like that," Karen continues, "But for Dad, it happens without warning." Chip nods again, trying to process this new information. He's always known his dad was different, but seeing him like this is something he's never had to face before. He takes a deep breath and tries to hold back his tears, not wanting to scare Plankton when he wakes up. "What do we do?" he whispers, his voice shaky. Karen squeezes Plankton's hand gently, never leaving his face. "Just wait," she instructs Chip calmly. "These usually don't last long. But if you need to, you can tell anyone who asks that he's okay, just deep in thought." Chip nods, trying to mimic his mother's calm demeanor, but his eyes betray his anxiety. He's never seen his dad like this, never knew that these moments of stillness were a part of him. Plankton's condition, a form of autism, can leave him with anger issues and overload. Karen feels the weight of the secret they've kept from Chip all these years. Plankton's autistic neurodivergence had always been a part of their lives, but they had shielded their son from the full extent of it. They had hoped he would understand when he was older, but now the moment had come unplanned, and she wasn't sure if ready. "Why does Dad zone out?" Chip asks, his voice small. Karen sighs, deciding it's time for the truth. She sits down next to Plankton, keeping her hand on his arm. "Dad has something called 'neurodivergence', Chip. It's like his brain works differently than ours. Sometimes it helps him see the world in amazing ways, but it can also be hard for him. These little breaks are his brain's way of processing." Chip stares at her, trying to grasp the concept. "So, he's not just ignoring us?" "No, sweetie," Karen says. "He's not ignoring us. It's like his brain needs a time-out, like when you play for to long and your phone heats up and/or dies, but will still work eventually." The wind picks up, rustling through the leaves above them, and a chill runs down Chip's spine. He nods slowly, watching his dad's chest rise and fall in the silence. It's strange to see someone so still, so quiet, yet so obviously alive. "But why haven't you told me before?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's eyes well up with tears she quickly blinks away. "We wanted to protect you," she admits. "I didn't want you to be scared and he doesnโ€™t want you to think of him differently." "But it's okay to think differently," Chip argues, his voice growing stronger. "Dad's always been there for me, even if he doesn't hug me a lot." Karen smiles sadly, stroking Plankton's arm. "It's not just about thinking differently, Chip. It's about how his brain processes things. Sometimes, too much sensory input can overwhelm him. That's why he might seem distant or not as affectionate as other dads. It's not because he doesn't like you," she reassures him. "It's because hugging or loud noises can be really intense for him." Chip's eyes widen with understanding. "So, that's why he doesn't like it when I jump on him?" "Yes," Karen nods. "But it doesn't mean he loves you any less. He just shows it in his own way. Like when he spends hours helping you build that Lego castle, or when he makes those amazing sea creature sculptures that you love so much." Chip's shoulders slump, and he sits down on the bench beside his mother, staring at his dad with a newfound curiosity. "Does he know I know now?" "I don't think so, honey," Karen says, her voice still low and soothing. "These episodes usually last just a few minutes. It's like he's somewhere else, but he'll come back to us." The park's sounds swirl around them, muffled by the tension that has settled in the air. Karen watches Plankton's expression, waiting for the telltale twitch of his antennae that signals his return to the present. Finally, Plankton blinks and looks at Karen, his gaze momentarily unfocused before recognition floods back into his eye. He looks around, startled by his surroundings, and then at Chip, who is staring at him. "What happened?" Plankton asks, his voice groggy. Karen releases a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "You had one of your zoning-out moments," she says, her voice calm and gentle. Plankton looks at her, then at Chip, who is watching him with a mix of curiosity and fear. "I did?" Plankton's antennae twitch, and he rubs his head. "Yes," Karen says, her hand still on his arm. "Chip found a frisbee, remember?" Plankton's gaze shifts to the frisbee lying forgotten on the ground, then back to his son. He nods slowly, piecing the moments before together. "Ah," he murmurs, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face. Chip's curiosity outweighs his fear as he looks at his father. "Can I ask?" he asks tentatively. Karen nods, her heart swelling with pride at his bravery. "Of course, Chip." Chip looks at his dad, filled with questions. "Whyโ€™d you zone out?" he asks, his voice still hushed. "It's none of your business Chip," Plankton snaps, his eye flashing with a sudden fury that takes both Karen and Chip aback. His voice is harsh, the words cutting through the stillness of the park. Karen's heart sinks as she sees the hurt on Chip's face. Plankton's anger, a common side effect of his overload, surfaces without warning. She knows he doesn't mean it, but the sting is real for their son.
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๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ข๐–ง๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ซ๐–ฃ pt. 5 Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all Read the Autism And All one first! Karen sits on the bed, her presence a comforting weight. "Would you like me to stay?" she asks, her voice gentle. Plankton nods, his body still tight with pain. He closes his eye, his mind racing with the discomfort. He tries to focus on his breath, in and out, in and out. But the throb in his mouth is a constant reminder of agony that threatens to overwhelm. Then, Plankton starts to talk to himself to self-soothe. "It's safe," he whispers. "Can water's just fine." Karen watches him, knowing this is a way of regaining control, his mind trying to find peace in order to rest. She knows that the pain, the sensory assault, the confusionโ€”it's all too much. But she also knows that he has the willpower to push through. "Was do it" Plankton whispers to himself. "I told him but he didn't listen," he murmurs, his thoughts racing with the memory of the fidget toy. "It's my fault," he adds. "Not my place to correct him, do not touch." His words are a jumble of regret and frustration. "It's okay," Plankton says again. "The healing safe. It's just a feeling." He repeats this mantra, his breath evening out. Karen can see the tension in his shoulders easing, his grip on the ice pack loosening as his body relaxes. "You're doing great," Karen whispers. "Just rest." And with that, Plankton's body gives in to the call of sleep, his breaths trailing off into soft snores. Karen watches her husband with a mix of love and sadness. Chip lingers by the door, his curiosity piqued. He wonders if his dad's autism is the reason behind it. With tentative steps, Chip enters the room. Karen takes his hand in hers, and he follows her out of the room and in to the hallway. "Mom," he starts, his voice barely a whisper. "Why is Dad autistic?" Karen looks down at him, her expression thoughtful. "Well, Chip," she says, her voice soft. "Your dad was born that way." Chip nods. "But w---" "Autism is something that develops in the brain before birth," Karen continues. "It's like how some people are right-handed and others are left-handed. It's just how his brain is wired." Chip looks at her with a frown. "But why did Dad...?" "Why did it happen?" Karen finishes his question. She takes a deep breath, preparing to explain. "You see, sometimes during pregnancy or childbirth, something small can change you. When his mom was giving birth, his brain might have gotten a little squeezed and then not enough oxygen. It's just the way his brain grew because of that, that's all." Chip nods slowly, trying to understand. "So as dad was being born..." "Yes," Karen says, her voice soothing. "His brain was forming its connections, and that little squeeze changed the way his brain makes those connections. It's like if you're building a Lego castle and one piece gets bent. It doesn't mean the castle can't be amazing, it's just a tiny part of it that's a bit different." Chip looks up at his mom, his eyes wide. "But does that mean I could be like Dad if I squ--" "No, Chip," she says, cutting off his words gently. "It's not that simple. Autism is just nothing you can catch or change, and it's not something you need to be afraid of." Chip nods, his gaze still fixed on her. "But why does he get so upset sometimes?" Karen sighs. "Because the world can be a very overwhelming place for him, Chip. His brain picks up on every little thingโ€” sounds, smells, sightsโ€”it's all so intense. And sometimes, those things get too much, and his brain can't keep up. It's like when you're playing a video game and the screen is flashing too fastโ€”it's hard to focus." "But why does he get mad?" Chip persists. Karen kneels down to look him in the eye. "It's not that he's mad, honey. It's just his way of dealing with it. Imagine if you had a headache and someone was shining a bright light in your faceโ€”you'd want them to stop, right? It's like that, but with anything." Chip nods, understanding dawning. "So, when the fidget was making noise, it was like a headache for Dad?" Karen smiles. "Exactly. And when he tells you something is too much, it's not that he's upset with youโ€”it's his brain telling him he needs a break." Plankton's snores from the bedroom remind them of the present. "Let's let Dad rest," Karen says, steering Chip towards his own room. "But what about his teeth?" Chip asks, his voice laced with worry. Karen's smile is reassuring. "They'll feel better soon, and we'll have to be extra gentle with him. No loud noises, no surprises. Ok?" Chip nods. In the quiet of the living room, Karen and Chip begin to set up a recovery area for Planktonโ€”a space free from the chaos that could easily overwhelm his fragile state. They gather his favorite pillows, a soft blanket, and dim the lights. Chip wants to make sure his dad feels safe. On the coffee table, they lay out a tray with a glass of water. Karen knows that it's important not to startle Plankton, that he might need help getting up without disturbing his mouth. "Let's go to see him." Karen says. As they enter the bedroom, Plankton's snores have subsided into a gentle rhythm. Chip tiptoes over, his eyes wide. He's seen his dad tired before, but this is different. He looks smaller, somehow, more vulnerable. Gently, he touches his dad's arm.. Plankton's eye snaps open, his body jerking upright. The movement sends a shock of pain through his mouth. "Agh!" he yelps, his hands shooting up to clutch his cheeks. Chip jumps back, his eyes wide with alarm. "Dad!" He says loudly. But now Plankton's even more overwhelmed, and Karen notices his somewhat distant gaze. "Chip, remember what we talked about," Karen whispers. "Use a quiet voice." Chip nods and speaks more softly. "Dad, are you ok?" Plankton blinks, his mind racing. "Dad?" Chip tries again, his voice barely a murmur. Plankton's breath hitches. "It's me, Chip! You're home. You had surgery. Remembe---" But Plankton's eye darts around the room, his mind a swirling vortex of pain and disorientation as Chip talks to fast. Karen quickly moves to his side, her touch grounding him. "It's ok," she whispers. "You're safe. You're home." And then, he starts to talk to himself. "No...no...no...yes...yes...yes," he murmurs. Karen knows that he's retreated due to the overwhelm. It's happened before, where he's seemingly on autopilot. "Water's okay, can't talk right now," Plankton whispers to the empty space. His eye darts back to Chip, then to the ceiling. "No, no, no," he says again, his voice getting quieter. Karen's heart aches, seeing her husband so lost in his own head. She's seen this beforeโ€”his autism taking control when the world was too much to handle. Chip however doesn't really understand. "Dad?" Chip whispers, his voice shaky. Plankton doesn't respond, his eye locked on the ceiling fan spinning above them. "It's ok," Karen says, her voice a soft reminder. "Sometimes his brain is on backup." She strokes his arm gently, knowing his semiconscious state isn't abnormal for him, as Plankton's monologue continues. "Need to count...one...two... three..." His voice trails off. Chip watches. "Is he ok?" He asks, his voice trembling. Karen nods. "This is his way of dealing with things," she whispers. "Let's just give him some time." Plankton's eye darts between them, his mouth forming words without thought. "Red...blue...green," he says, as if naming colors he's seeing in the air. "Big...small...far... near." Karen knows he's not really seeing anything, his mind a kaleidoscope of sensory input that's difficult to process. "Why?" Plankton asks no one in particular. "Will it be the one? It's just a feeling," he murmurs, trying to convince himself. Karen understands it's his brain's attempt to organize the overwhelming stimuli, but Chip looks on with a mix of concern and confusion. "It's ok," Chip whispers, his hand hovering over his dad's. He wants to help, but doesn't know how. Karen smiles at him, nodding. "You can talk to him, buddy. Just keep it low." Chip nods and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hey Dad," Chip says, his voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's eye flips over to him, but he doesn't seem to see him. "It's me, Chip. We're here," Chip says, trying to provide comfort.
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Sometimes, stomach acid goes up into your esophagus, the tube that connects your mouth and stomach. Thatโ€™s called heartburn. If itโ€™s also an issue, sleep with your head slightly raised. It may also help to avoid or limit: Peppermint, chocolate, garlic, and tomatoes Tight clothes Meals within 2 or 3 hours of bedtime Lying down right after a meal Instead: Sleep on your left side. This position seems to help reduce nighttime heartburn symptoms Wear loose-fitting clothes. Tight clothes, especially near your waist, can put pressure on your stomach, leading to heartburn symptoms. Chew gum. Chewing gum encourages the production of saliva, which can soothe your esophagus and wash acid down into your stomach. Choose a flavor other than peppermint, which may worsen heartburn in some people. While the main symptom of GERD is reflux, a number of symptoms may accompany this condition. Heartburn: A painful burning sensation in the chest is the most common symptom Trusted Source Merck Manual First published in 1899 as a small reference book for physicians and pharmacists, the Manual grew in size and scope to become one of the most widely used comprehensive medical resources for professionals and consumers. View Source of GERD, but not all cases of GERD involve heartburn. Regurgitation: Another common symptom of GERD is regurgitation, which means a small amount of stomach acid and sometimes bits of food come up into the mouth or back of the throat. Sore throat: When stomach acid rises to the mouth and throat, it can cause coughing and a feeling of choking. This often leads to a sore throat and, for some people, difficulty swallowing, known as dysphagia. Chest pain: On top of the discomfort from heartburn, GERD can cause radiating chest pain
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แดฐแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แดฌแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ Part 1 แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แตƒแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰'หข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสธหข แต˜แต– หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขสฐแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต˜แต‡หข สฐโฑหข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ง" แดดโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต‡สณแต’สท แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ โฟแต˜แตˆแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚แตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–! แดฌสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰?" แดดแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดณแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—โ€ง" แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰โธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— แตƒโฟ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถœ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแตโ€ง สธแต‰แต— หขสฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกโฑแต—สธ แต—แต’โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตแต‰แต—หข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—แตƒหก แถ หกแต’หขหข แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแต‰โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สทแตƒสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’สท แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หข?" 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ โฑหข แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰?' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต’ สทแต‰ แตˆแต’ หขแถœแตƒโฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ สทแต‰ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง" 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต—โ€ฝ' "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หกแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธ แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆโปแตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  แดต แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต’'หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœหกโฑโฟแต‰สณ โฑโฟ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ?" "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’ แดต'แต แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต—! แดบแต’สท สทแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’แต—แต’ แต’แถ  แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สทแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แตโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต’โฟแต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’หกแตƒสณหข โฑโฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แตƒหกโ€ง แต‚แต‰ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต‰ แต’แต˜แต—แต—แตƒ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แต’แถ  โฑโฟหขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโ€ง แดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สทแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต'หกหก แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โธด โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒโฟหฃโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตˆแต’ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแต‰ หขแต–แต‰แถœโฑแตƒหกโฑหขแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง แดบแต’สท หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰โฟ'แต— แต‰สณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แต–แตƒหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต˜แตหขโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แตˆแต˜สณแต‰ สทโฑหกหก แตแต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟแต›แตƒหขโฑแต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แต–แต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ หกแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถœแตƒหขแต‰ โฑแต—'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต—แต’ แต–แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แตƒ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โธด แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต แถœโฑสณแถœแต˜แตหขแต—แตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง" "แดดแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หขแต—โฑแต’โฟหข?" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต‰ สทแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰'หกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต‰หฃโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดบแต’สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ?" "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตโฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหก โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง" แ”†แตƒสธหข แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰โ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แตƒแตˆแตโฑโฟโฑหขแต—สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต›แต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต‰แต‰แต แถ แต˜โฟโฟสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต— สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแต—โ€ง แดผแต˜สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— หขแตƒสธหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต หขแต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ สฒแต’แต‡โ€ง" 'สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฟโฑแถœแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰'หข โฟแต’ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต’สทหข โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตƒหข แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ หกแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒโฑแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข สธแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต–แต‰สณแถ แต‰แถœแต—หกสธ แตสณแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข/แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— สทโฑแต–แต‰หข แตƒสทแตƒสธ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ หกแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แตƒ สทแต‰แต‰แต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‰หฃแต–แต‰สณโฑแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ หขสทแต‰หกหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง" "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต แตแต‰แต— แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แถœหกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตแต’สณแต‰ แต’แถ  โฑแต— แถœแต’แตแต‰หข! แดฎแต˜แต— สธแต‰หข แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ หขสธหขแต—แต‰แต แตโฑแตสฐแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒแถœแต— แต˜แต– แถ แต’สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แต˜หขแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰ แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰แตˆ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหกหขแต’ หขหกแต’แต–แต–สธโ€ง 'แต‚แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง' 'แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰สธแต‰?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สณสณแถป แต‡สณสณสณแตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแต‡แต‡หกแต‰แตˆโธด แต’แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดนสณโฟโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต แดต' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡โฟแต‰หขหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ สทโฑหกหก แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ แตˆโฑแถ แถ โฑแถœแต˜หกแต— แต—แต’ แตƒสณแต—โฑแถœแต˜หกแตƒแต—แต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆหขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกหข แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แต–แต˜แต— แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’โ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แตแต’แต’แตˆ สฒแต’แต‡!" แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหขโธด โฟแต’สท สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐหข แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตแต˜แถ แถ หกแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต’!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แต หขแตƒแตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต’แตˆ?" "แดต แตโฑหขหข แดทโปแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดตโธด แดต แตƒแต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง" "แดนสธ หกแต’แต›แต‰หกสธ แดทแตƒสณโฑ แดต หกแต’โปแต’แต›แต‰ สฐแต‰สณ!" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต'แต สธแต’แต˜สณ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ!" แต€แต’ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆโธด สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰หข หขสฐแต‰'หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โปโปโปโป แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแถœหกแตƒโฑแตหข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต˜แถœแตหข สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดณแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง" "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?" "แต‚แต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต–แต‰หข แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแต–หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหขโ€ง "แดต'แต สณโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒ แตˆสณแตƒแตแต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข หขแต’โธด แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒแต›โฑหกสธ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฟแต’สท แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข สฐโฑแต หขโฟแต’สณแต‰โธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แตƒหข สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟแตแต’แต›โฑโฟแต แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰โ€ง 'แ”†แต’ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ หขแต—โฑสณสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกโฑแถœแตแต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐโธด แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ สฐแต‰ โฟแต’สท แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง "แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หกโ€งโ€ง" "แดทโปแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ?" 'แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰สท แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแตƒแถปสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแถœแต‰ แต’แถ  หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต›แต‰/แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰หขโฑแตƒ สทโฑหกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ สทแต’สณโฟ แต’แถ แถ  แต‡สธ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตˆ หขแต—แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜สท!" "แถœสฐแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตแตƒสธ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แตˆแต’ แตแต‰แต— แตสธ แต—แต‰แต‰แตˆ แถœสณแต‰แตƒโฟหข โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโ€ง" "แดนสธ โฟแต‰โฟแตˆโฑหข สทโฑหกหก แตˆแต’แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต˜หขสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ? แต€สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฑแตƒหขสธ!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง 'แดถแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง to be cont. pt. two
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM ii (Autistic author) His eye took a moment to focus on her, and when it did, she saw a flicker of confusion, followed by a glimmer of recognition. "Karen?" he repeated, his voice still faint. "Yes, it's me, Plankton. You're ok." But his gaze remained distant, his focus unsteady. "Where...where are we?" "We're at the hospital, sweetheart," Karen said softly, stroking his antenna. "You had an accident." The confusion in Plankton's eye grew, and he tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced him back down. "What kind of accident?" His voice was still weak, but there was an urgency to his words that hadn't been there before. Karen took a deep breath, her grip on his hand tightening. "Mr. Krabs...he hit you with a fry pan." The words tasted bitter but she had to tell him the truth. Plankton's eye widened slightly, and she watched as the puzzle pieces of the situation slowly clicked into place in his mind. "Krabby Patty," he murmured, his voice distant. "Yes, Plankton, you were trying to get the recipe again," Karen whispered, aching at the memory. "But it's over now. You need to rest." His eye searched hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of his old self, the cunning and ambitious man she had married. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a vacant stare. "Don't... don't remember," he mumbled, his antennas drooping. This wasn't the Plankton she knew, the one who schemed with a glint in his eye and a plan in his pocket. "It's ok, Plankton," she soothed, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Do you remember me?" Plankton's gaze remained steady for a moment, and then he nodded slowly. "Karen," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. But the spark of recognition was tinged with confusion, as if he wasn't quite sure how he knew her. Karen's felt like breaking into a million tiny pieces. But she knew she had to stay strong. For Plankton. For them. "You don't remember what happened, do you?" she asked gently. "What else do you remember?" Plankton's antennas twitched slightly, his eye searching hers. "Don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's chest tightened as she held back a sob. "It's ok," she reassured him, her voice shaky. "Do you remember your name?" she asked, her voice hopeful. He blinked slowly, his gaze fading in and out of focus, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. "Sheldon... Plankton?" The sound of his voice saying his own name brought a small smile to Karen's face. "Yes, that's right," she said, her voice filled with relief. "Do you remember where we live?" she continued, her tone gentle. Plankton's eye searched the ceiling of the hospital room, as if the answer was written there. "The Chum Bucket," he murmured, his voice unsure. Karen nodded, encouraged by his response. "Good, good," she said, smiling weakly. "What about our friends?" Again, the confusion clouded his gaze. "Friends?" he repeated, his voice tentative. "SpongeBob, Sandy...?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice soft. "Do you remember them?" Plankton's expression grew more distressed, his antennas drooping. "Square...SpongeBob. And a squirrel, yes?" He paused, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. Karen nodded, brimming with unshed tears. "Yes, SpongeBob SquarePants and Sandy Cheeks. They're friends." Plankton's antennas twitched as he processed the information, his brow furrowing with the effort. "Friends," he repeated, the word sounding foreign. Karen could see the gears turning in his tiny head, his brain desperately trying to make connections to his past. "Do you remember anything about your life before the accident?" Karen asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Plankton's eye searched hers, uncertain. "Life...before?" Her heart sank. "You know, our adventures, our home, our love?" He stared at her, his expression unreadable. "Love?" The word was barely a whisper. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice cracking. "We love each other. We've been married for a long time, and we've had so many adventures together." She paused, willing the words to resonate with him, to ignite a spark of memory. "Do you remember any of that?" Plankton's gaze remained vacant for a moment before he nodded slightly. "Married," he murmured, as if tasting the word for the first time. "To Karen." His antennas lifted slightly, a glimmer of something familiar flickering in his eye. "Karen Plankton computer wife." "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her voice thick with emotion. "Does that mean something to you?" she asked, her heart in her throat. He nodded slowly, his antennas waving slightly. "Computer wife," he murmured again, his voice gaining a hint of warmth. "Karen." Karen felt a flicker of hope. "Yes, Plankton, I'm your wife." She leaned closer, her voice gentle. "Do you remember anything about us?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Wife," he said slowly, his voice a faint echo of the man she knew. "Wife...Karen. Married July 31, 1999." That was their wedding day, a date they had celebrated every year since. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choking. "We got married on July 31, 1999." The hospital room felt thick with silence as she waited for his next words. Plankton's eye searched the room, his antennas twitching as he tried to piece together the shards of his past. "Plankton, can you tell me about yourself?" Karen asked, her voice gentle. "What do you like to do?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Invent," he said, his voice still weak but with a hint of pride. "Science?" The words came out as a question, as if he wasn't quite sure of his own identity. "Yes," Karen said, her voice brightening slightly. "You're a genius inventor. You've made so many wonderful things." She paused, hoping to see some spark of recognition in his eye. "Do you remember any of your inventions?" Plankton's antennas waved in the air, as if searching for the memories that remained elusive. "Inventions," he murmured, his single eye searching the ceiling. "Gadgets...machines." "That's right," Karen encouraged, squeezing his hand. "You've created so many amazing machines. Can you describe one of them?" He blinked, his antennas stilling for a moment. "Chum...Chum Dispenser 3000," he said, his voice picking up a bit. "It makes...makes food for fishies." Karen's smile grew despite the pain. The Chum Dispenser 3000 was one of his earlier inventions, a failed attempt to lure customers to their restaurant, but it was a testament to his ingenuity. "That's wonderful, Plankton," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "How about something more recent?" she prompted, eager to see how much of their shared history remained with him. Plankton's antennas twitched as his brain worked overtime. "Um... the Incredibubble," he said, his voice picking up speed as he talked. "It's a bubble that can shrink things down to microscopic size." Karen felt a jolt of excitement. "That's right!" she exclaimed, squeezing his hand. "You used it to get to find a secret plan." Plankton's gaze remained distant, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eye. "Computer... plan?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice shaking. "We've had so many adventures together, Plankton. We've faced so much together." He nodded, his antennas twitching slightly. "Together," he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. "Do you remember any of those adventures?" Karen asked, her voice trembling. "Adventures?" Plankton's eye flickered, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. "With Karen... wife?" "Yes, with me. We've traveled the ocean, faced so many challenges together." The doctor came in. "You can go home now," he said. Karen nodded, never leaving Plankton's face. She had spoken to the doctor about his condition, about the autism, but she still wasn't sure how to process it all. How would their life change now? "Come on, Plankton," she said, helping him sit up gently. "Let's get you home." She buckles him into his side of the car, his newfound passivity making the usual struggle unnecessary. The engine of the tiny vehicle roars to life, and Karen guides them out of the hospital parking lot. The ride back to the Chum Bucket is quiet, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine and the occasional splash from the waves outside. Karen keeps glancing at Plankton, his antennas listless as he stares out the window. His mind seems to be somewhere else, lost in a world of his own making. When they arrive, she helps Plankton out of the car and supports him as they make their way to the door. The neon sign flickers in the gloom, casting erratic shadows across the sand. The once bustling environment now feels eerie and desolate. Karen's mind is racing with thoughts of how to make this place feel like home again for Plankton.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 5 (Neurodivergent author) Karen returns to the bedroom, where Plankton is already snoring softly. She pulls the covers up to his chin, tucking in gently. She sits in the chair beside his bed, never leaving his peaceful form. His chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of sleep, each breath a testament to his resilience. Karen watches him, her mind racing with thoughts of what the future holds, the challenges they'll face together. But for now, she forces herself to be still. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, as if he's navigating the vast underwater world of his dreams. Karen watches him, full of a love she didn't know existed. The soft snores from Plankton's tiny form are music to her. In his sleep, the weight of the world is lifted, his mind free to explore the vast depths of his underwater universe without fear. Her gaze lingers on the soft lines of his face, the tension erased by the gentle embrace of slumber. She smiles, her eyes filling with tears. The room is a sanctuary, a bubble of quiet amidst the storm of confusion and fear. The shadows play across the wall, telling silent stories of adventures that await when he wakes. Karen reclines in the chair, her hand resting gently on his arm. The nap stretches into an hour, then two, the house a cocoon of peace around them. Plankton's body relaxes into the embrace of the bed, his mind swimming through a sea of tranquility. Karen sits by his side, her hand still resting on his arm. She thinks of the Plankton she knew before, his quirks and routines now painted with the brushstroke of understanding. Autism isn't a label to shrink from, but a part of him to be embraced, a piece of the intricate tapestry that makes him who he is. In his sleep, Plankton starts to murmur, his words a jumble of half-thoughts. Karen leans closer, trying to make sense of the words. "...I...Karen...love." Her hand squeezes his arm gently, her thumb tracing circles on his skin. "I love you too, Plankton," she whispers back, her voice a soft lullaby. Plankton's sleep-talk starts up again. "...so many stars," his voice murmurs, his antennae twitching with the vividness of his dream. Karen smiles, imagining the vast cosmos that must exist in his mind. Her hand continues its gentle caress, her hand stroking his antennae in a calming pattern. "Shh, Plankton, it's just a dream," she soothes. His snoring starts again, a soft, rhythmic sound that fills the quiet. She smiles, her eyes still on his peaceful form. The world outside their sanctuary seems to fade away, its worries and noises muted by the wall of their understanding. Plankton's autism is a challenge, but it's also a bridge that's brought them closer, a shared secret that only the two of them understand. As Plankton sleeps, Karen's phone vibrates with a text from her friend, Hanna. "Dinner tonite?" Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, debating. Plankton's diagnosis is still fresh, the memory of his seizure a stark reminder of the fragility of his newly understood world. But she knows the importance of keeping up appearances, of not letting fear or pity define them. With a sigh, she texts back, "We'd love to. Your place." The evening stretches before them like a tightrope, a delicate balance between Plankton's needs and the social norms that often feel like a prison for him. Karen's mind whirs with strategies to make it work. A quiet place, familiar faces, a set schedule. These are the keys to a successful outing. Gently, she shakes him awake, her touch as light as a seashell on the shore. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye fluttering open. He looks up at her with sleepy confusion, the world still a blur. "Dinner with Hanna," she says, keeping her voice low and soothing. He nods, his body already tensing in anticipation of the sensory bombardment to come. The car ride is a symphony of preparation, the engine's hum a soothing background to their silent conversation. Karen's eyes are on the road, but her mind is on Plankton, his hands fidgeting in his lap. She knows the world outside is a minefield of sounds and sensations, so she keeps the radio off and the windows up, creating a bubble of quiet around them. Plankton's breathing is shallow, his antennae twitching with each passing car. Karen reaches over to squeeze his hand, a silent reminder that she's there. He looks at her, his eye filled with a mix of fear and gratitude. She smiles, the warmth of her gaze a lifeline in the chaos. "We're almost there," she says, her voice a gentle wave lapping at the shore. They arrive at Hanna's house, a beacon of light in the deep blue sea of the night. The door opens, revealing a whirlwind of laughter and chatter, the smell of garlic bread and seafood stew wafting out. Karen takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the evening ahead. Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye wide at the unfiltered stimulation. Hanna, oblivious to their new dynamic, waves them in with a cheerful smile. "You're just in time!" she exclaims, her voice a trumpet in the quietude of Plankton's mind. Karen's hand tightens around his, a silent reassurance as the door closes, the sound a thunderclap in his ears. The house is a cacophony of sounds and smells, a whirlpool of sensory information threatening to pull him under. He gulps, his breathing shallow, his body braced for the inevitable. Hanna, their friend, is a whirlwind of energy, her eyes sparkling like the ocean's surface. She doesn't notice the tension in Plankton's body, the way he flinches at her excited exclamations. She doesn't see the way his antennae twitch, his mind racing to keep up. But Karen does. She's his lifeline in this tumultuous sea of social interactions. She nods, smiling, as Hanna leads them to the dinner table, her hand squeezing Plankton's in silent support. The room is a kaleidoscope of colors, the clatter of silverware and laughter a symphony of overwhelming sound. Karen's eyes dance over the room, noting each potential trigger. "Hey, ladies; meet Karen and Plankton!" Hanna's enthusiastic introduction was like a tidal wave crashing over the quiet bubble they'd been in. Plankton flinched, his antennae retreating like snails into their shells. Karen offered a forced smile, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an anchor. The dinner table was set with a rainbow of plates and bowls, the smell of garlic bread and seafood stew overwhelming. Hanna's home was a sensory minefield, but Karen was determined to navigate it with grace. Plankton's hand was cold in hers, a silent plea for rescue. As they sit, Karen scans the table, noticing the flickering candles, the glint of silverware, and the clinking of glasses. Each detail a potential trigger. She whispers into Plankton's ear, "Remember, if you need to, just tell me." He nods, his antennae tucking closer to his head.
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PATRICK PLANKTON 1/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) Patrick went in the Chum Bucket where Plankton lives with Karen. "Welcome to the Chum Bucket Patrick," Karen called out. Patrick waved back, eyes lighting up at the sight of the various contraptions and inventions that lined the walls. He always found Plankton's fascinating, a stark contrast to the bright and bustling SpongeBob's pineapple house. The Chum Bucket was like a treasure trove of mysteries waiting to be uncovered, and Patrick loved a good mystery. He wandered further into the lab, his footsteps echoing off the metal floors, each step revealing more of Plankton's ingenious creations. Suddenly he spotted a tiny figure hunched over a book on a couch. It was Plankton, his single eyeball glued to the pages, oblivious to the world around him. The book's title, "101 Ways to Steal the Krabby Patty Secret Formula," was barely visible under a thick layer of dust. "Hey, Plankton!" Patrick bellowed, his voice booming like a foghorn in the small, cluttered space. The sudden noise caused Plankton to jump, sending his book flying into the air. "What are you reading?" Karen, who had been quietly watching the scene unfold from her desk, couldn't help but notice that Plankton had not moved a muscle since the book flew from his grasp. His body remained rigid, his eyeball unblinking. Concern crept into her voice as she called out to him, "Plankton, are you ok?" The tiny villain didn't respond, his expression frozen in a silent scream. Patrick looked around, puzzled. "Is he playing a game?" he asked, his tone hinting at the innocent curiosity that often got him into trouble. Karen recognized immediately went to the couch and sat by Plankton, Patrick not knowing what's happening. Karen's gaze fell upon Plankton's unblinking eye and she knew instantly what was wrong. He was in a state of sensory overload. She had seen it happen before, though Patrick hasn't. She gently touched his shoulder, trying to coax him back to reality. "Plankton, sweetiep," she cooed. Patrick's puzzled expression grew more concerned as he took in Plankton's unresponsive state. "What happened to him, Karen?" he asked, his voice quieter now, a hint of worry in his tone. "It's his sensory shutdown, Patrick," Karen explained softly, stroking Plankton's arm gently. "It's like his brain got too full of thoughts and had to take a little break. It's ok, he'll be fine." She knew this was something he'd have to come out of on his own. She had been there for him countless times before, each instance more terrifying than the last, but she had learned patience was key. Patrick, still not fully grasping the situation, knelt beside the couch. He leaned in closer to Plankton nearly touching the little plankton's face. "Hey buddy you ok?" he asked, his voice now a gentle whisper. Karen put a hand on Patrick's arm, gently guiding him back. "Just give him some space, Patrick," she instructed. "He'll come around. This happens when he's really stressed or overwhelmed." Patrick nodded slowly, his eyes still glued to his friend. He didn't fully understand, but he knew that Karen knew what she was talking about. He stepped back, allowing Karen to continue her soothing whispers to Plankton. The room grew quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock that had long ago lost track of time and the soft hum of machines in the background. The tension in the air was palpable, as if it too was holding its breath, waiting for Plankton to snap out of his frozen state. "You can do it, Plankton," she encouraged. "Just breathe." Plankton's body slowly relaxed, and his eye blinked, finally coming back into focus. He looked around, bewildered, as if he had just woken from a particularly vivid nightmare. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice weak and trembling. "I'm here, Plankton," she said, her hand still resting on his arm. "You had another shutdown, but it's over now." His eye narrowed on Patrick, who was now standing awkwardly by the couch. "What?" Plankton snapped. Patrick's eyes widened. "I-I just want to see what was wrong," he stuttered. "Well, nothing's wrong with me!" Plankton spat pushing himself up from the couch. "But you were just..." Patrick started to protest. "I said there's nothing wrong!" Patrick took a step back. "But..." "Just leave me alone!" Plankton shouted, echoing off the cold metal walls. Patrick's smile faded, and he looked down. He hadn't meant to upset his friend, but he couldn't help but feel confused and hurt by Plankton's sudden outburst. "I-I'm sorry, Plankton," he murmured. "I didn't mean to... I just..." "You just what?" Plankton cut him off, antennae quivering with irritation. "You just don't know to mind your business do you?" "But I just..." "I said leave me alone!" Plankton barked again, his tiny frame shaking with anger. Patrick took another step back, his eyes brimming with confusion. "Plankton..." "What part of 'leave me alone' don't you understand?" Plankton retorted. Patrick's eyes searched the room, desperate to find something to say or do that would fix the situation. The air grew thick with the tension of Plankton's frustration and Patrick's fear of losing a friendship he had worked hard to maintain despite their many differences. "I just..." he began again, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the right words. "What is it?" Plankton snarled, impatience growing with each passing second. Patrick took a deep breath, trying to compose his thoughts. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok because I don't know what's wrong with you," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wrong with me?" Plankton's voice grew louder, his tiny fists clenching at his sides. "You think there's something wrong with me?!" Patrick took another step back, his eyes never leaving Plankton's furious gaze. "Well, you know you were just sitting there, not moving..." "It's none of your business!" Plankton yelled, his antennae quivering with rage. "What's it to you anyway?" Karen, who had been watching the exchange with a growing sense of unease, knew that she had to intervene. She could see the hurt in Patrick's eyes and the turmoil within Plankton's, and she knew that their friendship was hanging by a thread. Carefully, she stood up from her chair and approached the two, her movements deliberate and calming. "Plankton, honey, let's not get too worked up," she said placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Patrick didn't mean any harm. He's just worried about you." Patrick nodded emphatically, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Yeah, buddy, I just want to help." But Plankton's anger didn't subside. "You don't get it do you? I don't need your help, or your pity. I just want you to leave me alone!" Karen's gaze softened as she looked at her husband. "Patrick, I know you mean well, but sometimes Plankton needs his space." Patrick's eyes darted from Karen to Plankton, his confusion now mixed with a hint of sadness. "But, I thought..." Karen stepped between them, her eyes filled with understanding. "Patrick, sometimes Plankton just needs a moment." She turned to Plankton, her voice firm but gentle. "And Plankton, you know Patrick only wants to be there for you." Plankton's eye narrowed, but he didn't argue. He just nodded curtly, embracing her hand. "Ok," Patrick murmured, his voice heavy with disappointment. "Look, Patrick," Karen said, her voice measured and soothing, "Plankton's got a condition." Karen turns to Plankton as Patrick comes back by them. "Plankton, may you explain to Patrick?" Plankton let out a heavy sigh, his tiny shoulders rising and falling dramatically. Patrick's expression grew more concerned, his pink star-shaped body inching closer to the couple. "Plankton, don't be scared.." "I'm not scared!" Plankton barked, his antennae shooting straight up. "I just don't need you poking in to my business!" Patrick's eyes grew wide, and he took a tentative step back. "But..." "But nothing!" Plankton spat, curling inward to Karen. "I don't need your help, I don't need your pity, and I certainly don't need you treating me like some sort of lab experiment!" Ignoring the barb, Patrick took a step closer, his tentacles reaching out to pat Plankton's shoulder. It was a gesture of comfort he'd seen SpongeBob use countless times, and it had always worked to soothe his frayed nerves. But as soon as his hand made contact, Plankton flinched violently, as if he'd been scalded. "Don't touch me!" he yelled, shoving Patrick's hand away. Patrick's eyes went wide, and he took a hasty step back, his tentacles retreating into his body. "I'm sorry, Plankton," he stammered, his voice full of genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to..."
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 2 (Neurodivergent author) By evening, Karen has set up a makeshift kitchen area in the living room, with all the ingredients for spaghetti arranged neatly on the coffee table. Plankton sits cross-legged on the floor, his eye never leaving the recipe book. He reads each step aloud, his voice growing stronger with confidence. Karen chops vegetables nearby, noticing the subtle changes in his movements, the way he tilts his head when he's concentrating. The smell of garlic and onions sizzling in olive oil fills the room. Plankton stirs the pot, his face scrunching up slightly at the aroma, a sign his sensory sensitivity has heightened. She sees him rub his hands together, a self-stimulatory behavior, but she knows it's his way of grounding himself amidst the chaos. They move around the makeshift kitchen, a silent dance of understanding and support. Karen boils the water for the spaghetti while Plankton continues to sautรฉ the veggies. Each action is deliberate, each step measured as they navigate their new reality. The water reaches a rolling boil, and Plankton carefully drops in the spaghetti strands, his gaze transfixed by the swirling water. Karen watches his concentration and sees the childlike wonder in his eye. "How long?" he asks. "Five minutes," Karen says, her voice calm. She's read that clear and concise instructions can be helpful. After five minutes, Plankton quickly drains the spaghetti, his movements precise and methodical. He pours the sauce over the noodles and mixes them gently, his focus intense. Karen watches him, a mix of admiration and concern. "It's done," he announces, his voice a mix of excitement and apprehension. She brings over two plates, setting them on the coffee table. They sit across from each other, the steaming spaghetti a bridge between them. Plankton's hand hovers over his plate, unsure of how to proceed with the new sensory experience. "Let's eat," Karen says with a smile, picking up her fork and twirling the noodles expertly. The sound of her silverware against the plate makes him flinch, but he mimics her movements. They eat in silence, the clinking of forks and spoons the only sounds in the room. Plankton chews slowly, savoring each bite, his face a canvas of emotions. Karen watches him, her own fork poised in midair. As they finish dinner, Plankton sets his plate aside and looks at her, his expression earnest. "Thank you, Karen," he says, his voice clear. "For being here Karen." Her eyes brim with tears, but she blinks them back. "Always, Plankton. I'll always be here. Now it's getting late; let's go to bed.." In bed, she reads to him, his favorite childhood story, the words acting as a lullaby. Plankton's hand rests on her arm, his thumb rubbing circles in a self-soothing gesture. His breathing steadies, matching the rhythm of her voice. The book's final page is turned, and she switches off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The silence is filled with the comforting hum of the fan above. Karen lies beside Plankton, his body rigid with tension. Her arm wraps around him, pulling him closer, and she feels his muscles slowly relax. "Goodnight, Plankton," she whispers, kissing his forehead. He doesn't respond, lost in his thoughts. But she knows he heard her. Karen notices the tension in his body and gently runs her fingers through his antennae, a silent offer of comfort. Eventually, his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep, his body curled into hers like a child seeking shelter. The next morning, the sun streams through the blinds, casting stripes across the bed. Karen, already awake, watches him, her hand still entwined with his. He's still asleep, his body relaxed, the lines of worry from the day before smoothed out by the embrace of slumber. Carefully, she slides out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. She sees him stir in his sleep, his antennae twitching slightly, but he remains unaware of her departure. In the kitchen, Karen starts the coffee, the scent filling the room with a comforting aroma. She opens the fridge, finding the ingredients for the morning routine. Plankton's usual breakfast is a simple one: toast with jam and a banana. The toaster pops, and she spreads the jam with a gentle smoothness that Plankton likes. The banana peels easily, revealing the perfect yellow fruit inside. Her mind races with thoughts of how she'll need to learn his new sensitivities, his likes and dislikes, his triggers. But for now, she focuses on the task at hand, placing the slices of bread in the toaster. When the toast is just right, she carries the breakfast tray to the bedroom, her steps soft against the cold floor. Plankton's still asleep, his snores punctuating the quiet morning. Karen sets the tray on the bedside table. She watches him, unsure how to wake him without causing distress. She's read about sensory sensitivity and knows that sudden noise can be jarring for someone with Autism. She gently strokes his antennae, her touch featherlight, and whispers his name, "Plankton, wake up." He stirs, his antennae twitching, but his eye remains closed. Karen tries again, a little louder this time, "Wake up, sweetie. Breakfast is ready." Plankton's hand shoots up to cover his eye, a reflexive reaction to the light. His body tenses, then relaxes as his mind adjusts to the new day. He sits up slowly. "Thank you, Karen," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. He takes in the breakfast spread before him, his antennae twitching with anticipation. He picks up the toast, feeling the warmth in his hands, the stickiness of the jam a familiar comfort. Karen watches him closely, noticing the way his eye widens slightly at the first bite, the way his tongue flicks out to taste the banana. It's as if every sensation is amplified, a symphony of flavors and textures that she can't begin to understand. She sips her coffee, silent, giving him space. As he eats, Plankton starts to hum again, his body rocking slightly. It's a low, comforting sound that fills the room. Karen feels the tension in her shoulders ease. This is their new normal, a dance of care and understanding.
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CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xii (By NeuroFabulous) Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye opening slightly to see the familiar sight of their front door. The house looked warm and welcoming, a haven from the overstimulation of the outside world. He nodded, his antennae drooping. "Home," he murmured, his voice still slurred. Karen helped him out of the car, his legs wobbly under the weight of his still-sluggish body. The fresh air was a shock to his sensitive system, his antennae quivering at the sudden change. "Come on," she urged gently, her arm around his waist. "Let's get you inside." Plankton leaned heavily on Karen as they made their way up the path to the house. The brightness of the sun was almost painful, his eye squinting against the light. "I'm shorry," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "Soo tired..." Karen chuckled softly, her arm tightening around him. "It's okay, Plankton," she said, her voice a gentle breeze. "You can sleep as soon as we..." But her words were lost as his antennae drooped, his body giving in to the siren call of sleep. His eyelid fluttered closed, his head lolling forward. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice a gentle nudge. But his body was heavy, his antennae still. With a sigh, Karen picked him up, cradling him against her chest. His antennae twitched slightly at the sudden motion, his eye opening to slits. "Wha..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "You're okay, Plankton," she soothed, her voice a gentle whisper. "We're going inside." Her arms were strong, her movements slow and steady, carrying his weight with ease. The world outside faded away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of their home. Inside, Sandy and Chip played chess, the only other sounds the soft footsteps of Karen's feet and Plankton's muffled snores. Sandy looked up as Karen carried in the sleeping Plankton, his antennae drooping like wilted flowers. "How's he doing?" she asked, her voice low. Karen nodded. "The surgery went well," she murmured. "But he's still out of it." Chip looked up from his chess board, his eyes wide as his mom carried his dad. Sandy quickly set aside the chess pieces and rushed to help. Karen set him on the couch, his antennae brushing the fabric as he was laid down. "Just rest here for a moment," she murmured, her hand smoothing his antennae. Chip watched, his curiosity piqued by his dad's vulnerable state. "Is he okay?" he whispered, his eyes searching Karen's face for answers. "He's fine," she assured him, her voice soft. "He's just really tired from the surgery. The anesthesia makes it hard for his brain to stay awake." Chip nodded, watching as Karen tucked a blanket around Plankton's form, her movements gentle and careful. "Why does Dad snore?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "It's just his body's way of getting the air it needs," Karen explained, her voice a soft mumble. The living room was bathed in dim light, the curtains drawn to keep the world at bay. Plankton's snores grew louder, his antennae twitching with each inhale. Sandy's filled with concern. "Do you want me to stay?" she asked, her voice hushed. "Help with Chip?" Karen's smile was filled with gratitude. "That would be amazing," she murmured. "I need to keep an eye on Plankton." She gestured to the sleeping form on the couch. Sandy nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course," she said. "I'll watch Chip." Her voice was a gentle whisper, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace that had descended upon the house. With Plankton safely on the couch, Karen turned to face Sandy. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of the day's events. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Sandy waved a dismissive hand. "It's what friends are for," she said, her smile soft. "Now, go take care of Plankton. I've got this." Karen nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. She knew she could trust Sandy with Chip, especially in a time like this. She bent over Plankton, her hand brushing his antennae gently. "Rest," she whispered, her voice a soothing caress. "You're safe." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his sleep-laden eye sliding open. The room spun around him, the edges soft and fuzzy. "Karen?" he mumbled, his voice thick with slumber. Karen's face appeared above him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You're okay, Plankton," she whispered, her hand stroking his antennae gently. "You're safe." The words washed over him like a gentle wave, the warmth of her voice seeping into his bones. His antennae quivered slightly, his eyelid flickering. The room spun, his body heavy and sluggish. "Home," he murmured, his voice a sleepy echo of his earlier sentiment. Karen's smile grew, her eyes soft with affection. "Yes, we're home," she said, her voice a lullaby. "You can rest now." Plankton let out a contented sigh, his antennas drooping with exhaustion. The gentle stroking of Karen's hand on his antennae was the last thing he felt before his mind slipped fully into the abyss of sleep. His snores grew deep and even, his body finally at peace.
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PATRICK PLANKTON 3/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) "Here," he said, awkwardly offering a tentacle to help Plankton to his feet. "Let me help you." But Plankton slapped his hand away, his shivering growing more intense. "No," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His body was a wreck of tremors, his tiny frame visibly struggling to hold itself upright. Patrick looked at Karen, his eyes pleading for guidance. Karen nodded gently, understanding the unspoken question. "Just give him some space," she whispered back. The tension in the room was palpable as Patrick took a step back, his tentacles retracting into his body. Plankton's shivering grew worse, his tiny frame seemingly shrinking before their eyes. He wrapped his arms around himself, his legs giving out beneath him. Before Karen could even react, Patrick's instincts took over. He lunged forward, catching Plankton in his strong, star-shaped embrace, preventing him from hitting the cold metal floor. The impact was jarring, but Patrick's concern for his friend outweighed any discomfort he might have felt. "Whoa, buddy," he murmured, his tentacles embracing Plankton's shoulders. "You ok?" Karen watched the scene unfold with a mix of surprise and admiration for the starfish's intuitive care. "P-Patrick," Plankton stuttered, his body still convulsing slightly. Patrick's eyes searched Plankton's face for any sign of pain or discomfort, his tentacles tightening around his friend's shaking body. "It's ok," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the fear that was knotting his insides. "You just had a little episode, but you're ok now." Plankton's body stiffened, his antennae sticking straight out in alarm. "What are you doing?" he hissed, his voice a mix of anger and fear. "Just trying to help," Patrick said, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "You're shaking, and I don't want you to fall." Plankton's antennae drooped, the fight draining from him. "I..." he murmured, wanting to escape Patrick's grasp. But Patrick held firm. "You lean on Karen, yet it's ok to lean on someone else too." Plankton's eye searched the room, desperate to find a way out of this embarrassing situation. "I-I don't need..." But his protests were cut short by a wave of dizziness that washed over him. His legs buckled. "Let me go," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. Patrick's tentacles tightened around Plankton slightly, but he didn't let go. "You need to relax," he said softly. "Just breathe." Plankton's shivering grew worse, his teeth chattering like a typewriter on overdrive. "Can't... can't breathe," he managed to get out. Karen stepped in, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and understanding. "Plankton," she said, her voice calm and even, "you need to relax. You're safe." "But he's..." Plankton's protests were cut off by another tremor that rippled through his body. "I know, buddy," Patrick said gently. "But sometimes we all need a little help, even if we don't want to admit it." "Get. Off. Me!" he spat, his voice filled with a desperation that made Patrick's heart ache. But Patrick didn't move. He just held Plankton closer. "You're safe. I just don't want you to..." Plankton's tremors grew more violent, and his eye rolled back into his head again. His tiny body convulsed in Patrick's arms, his antennae flailing wildly. "Patrick, let go!" Karen's voice was sharp with fear. "You're making it worse!" Patrick's tentacles loosened their grip, and Plankton slumped back onto the bed, his body still quivering uncontrollably. Karen's robotic hands moved with surprising gentleness as she tucked him in, scanning his form for any sign of injury. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice a soothing hum. "You're safe now." Patrick hovered nearby, his heart racing. He didn't know what to say or do to make things right. The sight of his friend in such distress was more than he could bear. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his tentacles wringing in his hands. "I didn't mean to..." But Plankton's shivering had stopped, his body going slack. His antennae had dropped to his side, and his single eye was closed. Karen checked his pulse again, her expression unreadable. "He's okay," she said finally, her voice a mix of relief and exhaustion. "Just needs to rest." Patrick hovered by the bedside, feeling helpless. "What can I do?" he asked, his tentacles twitching with the need to help in some way. Karen looked up at him, her expression a mix of gratitude and weariness. "Just be here," she murmured. "And maybe... maybe don't touch him again." Patrick nodded solemnly, his tentacles drooping in defeat. "Okay," he murmured. "I'll just stay." He watched as Karen continued to monitor Plankton's condition, her mechanical movements a stark contrast to the tender way she treated her husband. The silence in the room was heavy with unspoken words and fear. "I had no idea," Patrick whispered, his gaze never leaving Plankton's still form. "It's not something he talks about," Karen said gently. "But you should know. Plankton's episodes are often triggered by sudden movements, loud noises, or physical contact." Patrick nodded, his gaze still on Plankton. "I didn't mean to scare him," he said softly. Karen's eyes met his, filled with understanding. "I know, Patrick," she said. "But you have to understand, Plankton's condition makes him sensitive to certain things." Patrick nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving Plankton's face. "What exactly are triggers?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. "Well," Karen began, her voice taking on the tone of a teacher explaining a complex concept, "triggers are basically anything that sets off Plankton's condition. They can be anything from a sudden sound to someone touching him without warning. It's like his brain gets overstimulated and shuts down to protect itself." Patrick listened intently, his eyes never leaving Plankton's still form. "So, I shouldn't..." Karen interrupted gently, "you shouldn't surprise him, especially with physical contact." Patrick nodded, his tentacles stilling as he took in the gravity of the situation. He had never thought about how his actions could affect someone in such a profound way. "How can I help then?" he asked, his voice small. "Just be there," Karen said, her hand patting his shoulder. "Talk to him, keep things calm. And if he starts to get overwhelmed, just let him be. Sometimes, that's all he needs." Patrick nodded, taking in her words. He knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could do this. Be there for his friend without smothering him. He could be that rock that Plankton could lean on without crushing him. "Okay," he murmured, "I can do that." Karen turned her attention back to Plankton, her robotic eyes scanning his body for any signs of improvement. "He's resting now," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "But he might be irritable when he wakes up." Patrick nodded, his gaze never leaving his friend. "What can I do to make sure he doesn't get to upset?" he asked, his tentacles twitching with anxiety. "Look for signs," Karen said. "If his antennae start to twitch, or he seems distant it might be time to give him some space." Patrick nodded, his eyes searching Plankton for any signs of distress. He didn't want to cause his friend any more pain, especially after seeing him like this. "What else?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look at his breathing," Karen instructed, her gaze focused on Plankton's chest rising and falling in slow, shallow movements. "If it gets rapid or erratic, he's likely overwhelmed." Patrick nodded, watching intently as Plankton's chest moved with each breath. "Ok" he murmured, "I'll keep an eye on that." Karen's gaze softened, looking up at the starfish. "It's more than just that, Patrick," she said gently. "It's about understanding him, knowing what sets him off." Patrick nodded, his eyes focused on Plankton. "So, what are the signs?" Karen paused, considering her words carefully. "Well, it's like reading a book," she began. "You have to pay attention to the little things, the subtle cues that tell you how he's feeling." "Subtle cues?" he repeated, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Yes," Karen nodded. "Like how he reacts when you touch him. Sometimes, it can be soothing. Other times, it can be overwhelming." She paused, her eyes scanning Plankton's form for any signs of distress. "It's all about reading his cues." Patrick leaned in closer, his tentacles stilling. "How do know if it's helping or hurting, or what type of touching?" "It's different for everyone with his condition," Karen explained, still on Plankton's sleeping form. "But for Plankton, it's usually about pressure." Patrick's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" Karen demonstrated with her robotic arm, applying gentle pressure to Patrick's shoulder. "Like this," she whispered. "Soft, comforting touches can help him feel grounded." Patrick tentatively reached out with a tentacle, mimicking the light touch. He watched as Plankton's sleeping body tensed for a moment before relaxing slightly. "Is that ok?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur. "Just keep it gentle," Karen reminded him, her eyes still on her husband. "And pay attention to his reactions."
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๏ผƒ๏ผซ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ…๏ฝ…๏ผณ๏ฝ•๏ฝ’๏ฝ‡๏ฝ…๏ฝ’๏ฝ™ pt. 9 Plankton's eyelid grows heavier, and Patrick lets out a chuckle. Plankton's antennae twitch in surprise. He opens his eye halfway. "What?" he asks, his voice slurred. "You're falling asleep," Patrick says, his laughter bubbling. Sponge Bob watches his friend's struggle with a mix of concern and understanding. He knows Plankton's pride won't let him admit defeat so easily. So his eyes narrow slightly as a warning to Patrick. "I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protests are met with Patrick's laugh. "I said, I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his eyelid drooping. "rIgHt," Patrick says, condescending. Plankton's antennae twitch in irritation. "I'm not sleepy," he says, his voice slurred. But his eyelid continues to drop, and Patrick notices. "You totally are," Patrick giggles. Plankton's antennae drop, still trying to battle with sleep. "Maybe you should just admit it, Plankie.." "Patrick," Sponge Bob warns, his tone a mix of concern and amusement. But Patrick's laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls. "Look, Plankton's going nighty-night," Patrick coos. Plankton grits his teeth, his eyelid flickering. "I'm not," he slurs, his voice barely audible. Sponge Bob tries to hold in a chuckle, his spongy cheeks twitching. Patrick leans in closer, his grin spreading wide. "You know, for a big, strong guy like you, you sure are tired," he says, his voice teasing. Plankton's antennae wobble in annoyance. "I'm not a baby, Patrick," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protest is weak, his eyelid already half-closed. Sponge Bob bites his tongue, his own amusement bubbling up despite the situation. None of them know Karen's secretly filming this, turning video on. Patrick starts to mimic a lullaby, his deep, booming voice filling the room. "Hush little Plankton, don't say a word, mama's going to buy you all the candy in the sea..." Patrick's in his element, his imagination running wild and continues his nursery rhyme, his voice now a whisper. "And if that candy's not enough, then mama's going to buy you a new submarine..." "I said, I'm not a baby," he says, his voice gruff. But his stubbornness is no match for the medication, and his eyelid droops again. Sponge Bob watches, his own smile suppressed as he tries to keep the peace. Patrick's lullaby continues. "And if that new submarine doesn't make you fly, mama's going to catch you a jellyfish from the sky..." Plankton's antennae twitch. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly at the absurdity of it all, but he can't help but be touched by Patrick's efforts, however misguided. Patrick's lullaby continues, his voice now a gentle whisper. "And if that jellyfish's sting isn't right, mama's going to kiss it all better, goodnight..." Sponge Bob's smile spreads despite himself. He can see the caring intention behind Patrick's annoying persistence. Plankton's eye remains half-open, his antennae drooping. "I-I'm n-not sleepy," he mumbles, his words slurring together. Patrick's grin doesn't fade. "Hush, hush," he sings. "Don't you cry. Mama's gonna sing you to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll have jellyfish pie. And if that pie isn't sweet enough, mama's going to catch you a star..." Sponge Bob's cheeks are now shaking with suppressed laughter. Patrick's voice has turned into a soft, lilting melody. "And if that star doesn't shine, mama's going to build you a sandcastle so fine..." Plankton's eye closes completely despite his protests. Sponge Bob quickly claps his hands over his mouth to stifle a snicker. Patrick, oblivious to the effect his song is having, continues to serenade his sleepy friend. "And if that sand doesn't sparkle, mama's going to make it rain jelly..." Sponge Bob's shoulders shake with silent mirth. Plankton's breathing evened out, his antennae still, finally succumbing to sleep. "And if that rain isn't wet, mama's going to make you a sea...of...puddles... anโ€”" Patrick's voice trails off as he looks down. "Plankton?" he whispers, noticing Plankton's chest rising and falling evenly. Plankton's snores answer for him, a soft sound that fills the room. Sponge Bob's laughter bubbles over, his eyes watering. "Looks like he's out," he says, his voice still low so as not to disturb him. Patrick blinks in confusion, his smile fading. "But I wasn't done singing!" he protests, as Karen ends the video. Sponge Bob looks up at her, his smile now a chuckle. "Maybe you should save that for later," he suggests. Karen nods, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Or never," she says, her voice a whisper. Patrick pouts, his eyes on Plankton's sleeping form. "But I wanted to make him feel better," he says, his voice sulky. Sponge Bob nods. "Of course, Patrick," he says, his voice gentle. "He's asleep now, and that's the best thing for him." Patrick's eyes widen with curiosity. "But why does he snore like that?" he whispers. Sponge Bob looks at Plankton, his mind racing. "Well, everyone sleeps differently," he says, his voice hushed. "It's just how his body breathes when he's asleep." Patrick nods, his finger hovering near Plankton's cast. "Can I touch the cast?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to Karen, who nods slightly. "Just be gentle," she warns. Patrick's finger taps the plaster lightly, his curiosity piqued. "It's so hard," he says, his voice filled with amazement. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, and Sponge Bob quickly intervenes, placing a hand over Patrick's. "Let's not disturb him," he whispers. Patrick nods, his eyes still wide with interest. "What's it made of?" he asks. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment. "It's like...a super strong paste," he explains. "They use it to keep his leg still while it heals." Patrick nods. Patrick's finger hovers over Plankton's cast. "But why does it make him snore?" he whispers. Sponge Bob chuckles, his spongy body shaking slightly. "Well, it's not the cast," he says, his voice a soft whisper. "It's just how Plankton snores when he breathes in his sleep," he explains. "So it's not because of his leg?" he asks, his curiosity peaking. Sponge Bob shakes his head. "Nope, it's just the way he sleeps." Patrick looks thoughtful for a moment, his curiosity not sated. "But how?" he presses. Sponge Bob leans in, his voice low. "Well, when we sleep, our bodies relax, right?" Patrick nods, his attention fully on his friend's words. "But does he snore like that when he's not hurt?" Sponge Bob shrugs. "It's just his way of breathing when he's sleeping deeply," he says, his eyes on Plankton's chest as it rises and falls. Patrick's curiosity doesn't wane. "But why?" he whispers. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment, his spongy brow furrowing. "It's because of the medicine," he explains. "It helps with the pain, but it makes him sleepy. It's like when you're sleeping so soundly that you don't even know you're snoring," he says. "It's just his body's way of getting air." Patrick nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face, his eyes studying Plankton's slightly parted mouth. "But why does he make that noise?" Patrick asks, his curiosity boundless. Sponge Bob sighs. "Well, sometimes when we sleep, our throats relax and vibrate," he says, his voice soothing. "It's like when you're trying to make a funny sound, but it just happens when we're asleep, Patrick, snoring is something our bodies just do when we're really relaxed," Sponge Bob explains, his voice patient. Patrick nods, his finger still hovering over Plankton's cast. "But what about his leg?" he whispers. "Is it okay to sleep like this?" Sponge Bob nods, his eyes on Plankton's chest rising and falling with each snore. "It's fine," he says. "The cast is designed to keep his leg still. It's important for healing." Patrick's eyes move to Plankton's face, his gaze lingering on his mouth. "What's with the mouth?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's just his mouth relaxing," he says. "Everyone's face looks a bit different when they're sleeping. It's all part of his body getting the rest it needs." Patrick nods, his eyes now on Plankton's antennae, which are twitching slightly. "What about those?" he whispers. "Do they move in his sleep?" Karen smiles. "Sometimes," she says. "They can move when he's dreaming. Sometimes, when we dream, our bodies react to what's happening in our minds." Patrick's eyes light up with interest. "What do you think he's dreaming about?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob shrugs. "Could be anything," he says. "Maybe he's dreaming about inventing the best Krabby Patty ever. Everyone's body does something different when they're asleep." "But why does his mouth hang open?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity. Sponge Bob explains, "It's like when you're sleeping, and you don't realize your mouth is open," he says. "It's just his way of breathing when he's in a deep sleep. And, when we're asleep, our muscles relax, including the ones that keep our mouths closed." Patrick nods, his gaze still fixed on Plankton's open mouth.
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PATRICK PLANKTON 4/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) Patrick nodded, his tentacle hovering above Plankton's shoulder. He was about to touch him again when Karen spoke up. "Remember, Patrick," she said, her voice a soft hum, "it's all about his comfort. If he seems tense or pulls away, you know to ease off." Patrick nodded, his tentacle poised in the air ready to offer comfort without causing more distress. "Okay," he murmured his eyes never leaving Plankton's peaceful, if slightly troubled, face. "Soft and gentle.." "Yes," Karen said. "And if he flinches or seems more uncomfortable, I know to stop immediately." Patrick nodded solemnly retreating. "I don't wanna worsen," he whispered. "You won't," Karen assured him. "Just remember, Plankton's condition isn't your fault. And he's lucky to have a friend like you who cares enough to learn." Patrick nodded, his tentacles stilling as he absorbed the information. He looked down at his massive starfish body, feeling clumsy and awkward next to Plankton's frail frame. "How do I know if I'm touching him the right way?" he asked, his voice tentative. "Just watch for his reactions," Karen instructed, her robotic eyes flickering as she observed Plankton's peaceful expression. "If he relaxes, you're doing it right. If not, you're doing too much." Patrick nodded, his tentacles hovering anxiously. "But how do I show him interest and care, without touching?" Karen considered his question, her robotic brain processing. "Words can be powerful, too," she said finally. "Ask him about his day, what he's been working on. Show genuine interest in his life." Patrick nodded, his tentacles retracting slightly. "I can do that," he murmured. "Plankton enjoys talking about his inventions," Karen began. "He finds solace in the predictability of science and engineering. It's his way of making sense of the world." Patrick nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "So, I should ask him about his latest gizmo?" "Exactly," Karen said with a small smile. "And listen, really listen to what he has to say. It's his way of sharing his world with you." Patrick nodded, his eyes reflecting his determination to be a better friend. "Instead of physical affection, what else might he like to show I care?" he asked eager to learn more. "Plankton's quite fond of his pet, Spot," Karen said, her voice a mix of fondness and amusement. "You could offer to help play with Spot, or even bring a little treat for him." Patrick's eyes lit up at the mention of the tiny amoeba puppy. "Really?" he asked, his tentacles unfurling slightly. "Yes," Karen said with a smile, "Spot is a source of great comfort to him, they enjoy each other." She paused, considering. Patrick's tentacles began to twitch with excitement. "Could you get Spot?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "Maybe having Spot here would help him feel better when he wakes up." Karen's smile grew. "That's a wonderful idea, Patrick," she said, and glided out of the room, to get Spot. Plankton's antennae twitched, and his eye began to flutter open. "Wha..." Karen returned with Spot in tow, the little amoeba wagging its tail. She placed the small creature gently on the bed with Plankton. "Look who's here to see you," she said, voice a gentle coo. Plankton's antennae perked up at the sight of his little amoeba bounced over. Patrick watched as the tiny creature brought a rare smile to Plankton's face. "Hey, bud," Plankton murmured. Spot in Plankton's arms, licking his face with its tiny, slimy tongue. Plankton giggled. "Good boy," he murmured, his antennae twitching with delight. The sight of Spot's excitement seemed to ease some of the tension in his body. Patrick watched from the side, his tentacles twitching with the desire to join in the moment of levity. He knew he had to tread carefully, but he also knew Plankton's smile was worth it. "How about we play a game? Spot can come too." he suggested, voice soft and tentative. Karen nodded, her smile genuine. "That's a great idea. Plankton loves a good trivia game." Patrick's eyes lit up. "I know just the thing!" He dashed out of the room and returned with a battered old board game titled "Bikini Bottom Brainiac Challenge." "This is perfect," Karen said, her voice filled with relief. She knew how much Plankton enjoyed a good intellectual showdown. Patrick set up the game with shaky tentacles, and Plankton's antennae twitched with curiosity and eagerness. "What's the rules?" Plankton asked, his voice still a little raspy from his episode. He's still holding Spot. "Simple," Patrick said, his tentacles steady as he unfolded the board. "We take turns answering trivia questions. If you get one right, you move forward. If not you go back." Plankton's antennae wiggled with excitement. "I've got this," he declared, his competitive spirit briefly overriding his exhaustion. "Let's start with an easy one," Karen suggested, her robotic voice filled with a motherly concern. Patrick nodded, picking up a card. "Alright, Plankton," he began, his tone light, "who invented the telephone?" Plankton's antennae shot up. "Alexander Clam Bell," he said with a smug smile, and Spot barked in excitement. Karen chuckled. "Correct," she said, moving his game piece forward. "Patrick's question." Plankton pulled a card from the pile, his tentacles shaking slightly. "Okay," he said, "who was the first sea creature to walk on land?" Patrick thought for a moment, his tentacles tapping the side of his head. "I know this one," he exclaimed. "It was..." He paused, trying to remember the name from one of Mr. Krabs' many history lessons. "Gilligan!" Karen's robotic laugh filled the room. "I'm afraid not, Patrick. It was actually the first amphibian, not a sea creature, who walked on land." Plankton rolled his eye. "It's okay, Patrick. It was a good guess," he said, his tone kinder than the usual sarcasm. Patrick chuckled, feeling a bit silly. "Alright, I'll work on my history," he said, moving his piece back. "Your turn, Karen." The game continued, the tension in the room slowly dissipating with each question and laugh. Plankton's eye lit up with each answer he knew, his antennae waving with excitement. The simple act of playing together brought a sense of normalcy to the situation. Karen's questions were more science-based, which Plankton devoured. "What is the chemical composition of seawater?" she asked, her robotic eyes gleaming with challenge. "Easy," Plankton said, his voice growing stronger with each word. "It's mostly sodium chloride with traces of other salts and minerals." Patrick watched as Plankton's confidence grew with every correct answer, his antennae standing tall. The game was a balm to his friend's frazzled nerves, a gentle reminder of the Plankton he knew before the meltdown. "Your turn," he said. Karen's question was about the ocean's currents, and Plankton felt a twinge of excitement. "Oh, I know this one," he exclaimed. "It's all about the Coriolis Effect is what makes the water spin in different directions in the northern and southern hemispheres!" Patrick nodded, his tentacles twirling with enthusiasm. "Wow, Plankton, you're really good at this!" But as he went to roll the dice, his excitement got the better of him. The dice slipped from his grasp, bouncing straight Plankton's open eye. Plankton yelped in pain. Patrick's tentacles froze mid-air, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, reaching out to help his friend. But Plankton was already recoiling, his antennae flailing as he clutched his eye. "Ow!!" Patrick's heart sank. "I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, reaching out to comfort his friend. But Plankton was already on the defensive, arms swiping at the air as if trying to swat away the pain, his eye watering. Patrick's tentacles retreated immediately, the gravity of his mistake weighing heavy on him. "I didn't mean to," he said, his voice tight with regret. "I'm sorry, Plankton." Plankton's eye watered, and he blinked rapidly, trying to clear the pain. Karen's eyes went wide with alarm, and she was at his side in an instant. "Plankton?" Plankton rubs his eye with his tiny hand. "Just... just give me a moment." Patrick gets a small bag of ice with a cool cloth. "Here," he says, holding it out tentatively. "Cold might help Plankton.." Plankton's eye is still red and watery, but he takes the ice pack. "Thanks," he mumbles placing the cool compress on his eye. After a few moments, he lets out a sigh. "It's ok," he says, his voice a mix of pain and annoyance. "It may bruise." Patrick looks at him with a mix of relief and guilt. "Are you sure you're ok?" he asks, his tentacles hovering. "Yes!" Plankton exclaimed, antennae shooting up. He winced as he tried to open the eye fully, but the pain was too much. "But I can handle it," he said through gritted teeth. Plankton took a deep breath, the silence in the room thick with the sting of pain. He knew he had to say something, to apologize for how he treated Patrick. "Look," he began, gruff but sincere. "Sorry if I've been a bit... much.." Patrick's tentacles twitched with emotion. "It's ok, Plankton," he said, his voice thick. "I just didn't know how to help." "You're trying," Plankton said, antennae dropping slightly. "And that's more than anyone else has ever done, other than Karen and Spot of course." Plankton's antennae twitched, his voice a little softer than usual. "You're just to... to enthusiastic for me most times." Patrick nodded. "I'll be more careful," he murmured. Karen looked at him with a mix of gratitude and pity. "Patrick, it's not your fault," she said. "Plankton's condition is complex, and even I struggle to sometimes. Plankton's not like everyone else. He needs his space, his quiet and his routines." Patrick nodded, his tentacles drooping slightly. "I'll do better," he said, earnest.
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๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ข๐–ง๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ซ๐–ฃ pt. 4 Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all Read the Autism And All one first! Plankton's words come out in a slurry mess, and Karen understands he's trying to share his thoughts with them. "Cwouds...hampy clows. Wheah's the moo...moo? Moo...moom," he mumbles. "Wha...whath's that?" he asks, his eye searching the sky for something that's not there. Karen's laughter fills the car, lightening the mood. "It's just the sun, sweetie," she says. Chip looks at his dad with a mix of amusement and concern. "You ok?" he asks, his voice tentative. Plankton nods, his smile little more than a twitch of his lips as drool starts to form at the corner of his mouth. "Mom," Chip says, his voice tinged with concern. "He's fine, Chip. It's just the medicine wearing off." Karen answers as they pull up into the garage, Plankton's speech still slurred. "Wheath we gothin?" Plankton mumbles. "We're going inside, sweetie," Karen says, helping him out of the car. His legs feel like jelly, his body moving in slow motion as they make their way into the house. The lights seem too bright, the noises too loud. "Mom," Chip whispers, his eyes wide. "Is he ok?" "He's fine," she whispers back, her voice a gentle reminder of their earlier conversation. "This is normal after anesthesia." Inside, Plankton leans heavily on Karen, his eye half-closed. "Bed," he mumbles. Karen nods, guiding him towards the bedroom. "Come on, honey," she says, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Let's get you to bed." The bed feels heavenly under his weight, the covers a warm embrace. Plankton sighs contentedly, his body melting into the softness. His mind is a whirlwind of sensations, but the comfort of the bed grounds him. Karen watches him. The slurred speech and confusion are a stark contrast to his usual sharp and focused self. But she knows this is just the medicine wearing off. Gently, she starts to remove the gauze from his mouth. Plankton's eye opens a crack, his pupil wide with uncertainty. "It's ok," she whispers, her voice soothing. "Let's get this out of here." "Mm-hmm," he murmurs. The gauze is sticky and uncomfortable, but he trusts her. Karen's hands are careful, her movements precise as she works to free his mouth from the confines of the cotton. Plankton winces, his mouth feeling dull and tender. The room tilts slightly as he closes his eye, his body surrendering to the exhaustion that follows surgery. "Now, would you like some i---" But Plankton's already snoring softly, lost to the world. Karen's laughter fills the space between them. She knew he'd be sore later though, not to mention his autistic sensitivities to managing pain.. The next morning, Plankton wakes with a sore mouth and the anesthesia gone. He manages to open his eye. The room is a blur of light and shadow, his gums pounding with a dull throb. His jaw feels achy, his tongue swollen and uncooperative. He tries to sit up as Karen greets him. "How are you feeling, honey?" "Wisdom teeth?" he asks, his memory a haze. Karen smiles. "Yes, sweetie. You had surgery yesterday. Everything went fine." Plankton nods slowly, his eye searching hers for reassurance as Chip comes in to check on his dad. "Hey, Dad," Chip says, his voice soft. "How's the mouth?" Plankton's eye twitches. "Hurt," he manages, his words muffled by the swollen tissue. Karen brings Plankton ice packs. She knows his sensory sensitivities, and how this disruption can overwhelm him. "Thanks, love," he says, his voice a rasp. Karen knew that Plankton's autism means recovery will be more challenging, his senses heightened. "You have to stay calm," Karen instructs Chip, "He needs a quiet environment to heal." Chip nods as he sits on the bed next to Plankton. Plankton's eye opens slightly as the cold ice presses against his cheek. The chill runs through him, a stark relief against the heat of his swollen gums. "It's ok," Karen whispers, her voice a balm to his pain. "It'll help with the swelling." He nods, his hand gripping the ice pack tightly. The room is too bright, the sounds too sharp. His mind craves the familiar comfort of his routines, his stims, but his body won't cooperate. Karen notices his distress, her hand gentle as it brushes his forehead. "You need some space, Plankton?" she asks, reading his cues. He nods, his breath coming in shallow pants. She nods and goes to sit on her bed adjacent to his own. Yet Karen sees the struggle play out across his features with the effort to keep calm, his body tight with tension. Chip, still sitting by his dad, wants to help. He starts to fiddle with his fidget toy, the soft click-clack of the gears echoing in the silence. Plankton's eye snaps open, his gaze drawn to the movement. "Chip, stop," he mumbles, his voice a mixture of pain and irritation. But Chip, eager to distract his father from his own discomfort, doesn't hear the edge in Plankton's voice. The clicking grows faster, each movement a blur of colors and shapes. Plankton's heart starts to race, his body tensing. "Chip," he says more firmly this time. But Chip's fingers dance on the fidget, his eyes focused on his task. The noise and visual assault are too much for Plankton's sensitive system. His face contorts. "Chip, please," Plankton whispers, his voice strained. Chip finally looks up, his expression one of innocent curiosity. "What, Dad? I--" But he doesn't get to finish his sentence. Plankton's hand snatches the fidget toy, his movements jerky. The room seems to shrink, the air thick with tension. Chip's eyes widen, realizing his mistake. "Dad, I'm sorโ€”" But Plankton's agitation has reached a peak. He thrusts the fidget toy away. The plastic clatters on the floor, a jolting sound that pierces the silence. "Too...much," he manages to get out, his voice strained. Chip's cheeks flush with embarrassment and guilt. He didn't mean to upset his father. He just wanted to help. "Sorry," Chip whispers, picking up the toy, which only makes Plankton's anger spike further. The sudden movement of Chip's hand, the sharp sound of the fidgetโ€” it's like a storm in his mind. "No!" Plankton yells, his voice raw. Chip freezes, his heart racing. "Dad," he starts, his voice shaky. "I didn't mean..." But Plankton's already flailing, trying to push away the chaos that's invaded his space. Karen quickly moves to intervene. "Chip," she says, her voice firm yet calm. "Remember what we talked about." Chip nods, understanding dawning on his face. He'd forgotten the rules of their world, the delicate balance that keeps Plankton's sanity intact. He'd wanted to help, but instead, he'd added to the storm raging within his dad. She takes the fidget toy from Chip, placing it on the nightstand. "I'm sorry," Plankton whispers, his eye darting around the room. He's lost in his own head, the pain making it difficult to focus. "It's ok," Karen soothes, her touch gentle on his arm. "Let's dim the lights and make it quieter." She pulls the shades closed, the harsh daylight retreating to a soft glow. Chip nods, his expression solemn. "I'll go to my room," he says, his voice small. Plankton's gaze meets his son's, a silent apology passing between them. "Thanks, buddy," he says, his voice a gruff whisper.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 6 (Neurodivergent author) The conversation turns to their favorite food, and Plankton's face lights up briefly. "Jellyfish," he murmurs, his voice lost in the noise. Hanna's friends look at him, puzzled by his quiet confidence. One of them, Patricia, leans in, her hand patting Plankton's back. "That's cool, buddy," she says, her voice booming. Plankton's body stiffens, his eye blinking rapidly. Karen feels his discomfort like a physical force, a tightening of the air around them. She interjects gently, guiding the conversation away from food, his favorite topic now a minefield of potential stress. "So, what have you all been up to?" she asks, her voice a lifebuoy in the storm. Hanna's friends chatter away, their voices a symphony of laughter and good cheer. Plankton sits stiffly, his antennae folded inward like a turtle's shell. Karen watches him, ready to jump in if the conversation starts to spiral. "I went on a deep-sea dive last week!" exclaims one, his words a sonic boom to Plankton. "Ya ever been diving b'fore?" Karen nods at the storyteller, interjecting gently. "Plankton's not much of a swimmer," she says, her voice a gentle current. "But he loves the thought of exploring the deep sea." Her words are a shield, deflecting the spotlight from his discomfort. Hanna's friends nod, their smiles dimming slightly in understanding. Patricia leans in, her eyes full of genuine affection. "Aww, Plankton, you're such a character!" she says, lightly cupping his cheek and invading his personal space. The contact is too much for him. His body jerks back, antennae stiffening, his eye wide with panic. Patricia's hand falls away, her expression one of shock and confusion. Karen's heart skips a beat, but she's ready for this. She's studied, prepared. "It's ok," she says, her voice a lighthouse beam in the sensory storm. "Plankton just needs his space." The room goes quiet, the waves of conversation receding like a tide. They all look at him, their eyes full of concern, their smiles now tentative. Plankton's antennae twitch, his body still tense. Hanna quickly asks, "Is he just tired?" The lie hangs in the air like a bubble waiting to pop. Karen's face tightens, but she nods, playing along. "Long week," she adds, her voice as smooth as a polished pebble. Plankton's gaze locks onto his hands, his fingers twisting together like seaweed in a current. The pressure builds, each laugh a wave pushing against the dam of his anxiety. But Karen is there, her hand on his back, a gentle reminder that he's not alone. The meal is a dance of flavors and sounds, each bite of stew a step closer to the edge of his comfort zone. Plankton's eye dart around the table, the conversations swirling like the soup in his bowl. Hanna's enthusiastic friends keep glancing over. They mean well, but their affection feels like a wave crashing over him, leaving his nerves exposed and raw. The clatter of silverware and the hum of conversation form a wall of sound, trapping his thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to find the calm in the chaos. Karen's hand on his back is a comfort, her touch a gentle reminder that she's there to help him. The meal stretches on, each bite a small victory in the face of overwhelming stimulation. Karen's eyes never leave him, scanning for signs of distress. She's his compass in a stormy sea, guiding him through the unpredictable currents of social interaction. As dessert arrives, the chatter grows louder, the laughter more boisterous. The candles flicker, casting a dizzying array of shadows across the table. Plankton's hands shake as he lifts his spoon. Hanna, noticing his discomfort, reaches out to pat his back. "You okay, buddy?" she asks, yet her touch unintentionally sends a shockwave through Plankton's body. "Just a little overwhelmed," he murmurs, his antennae retreating even further. Karen's grip on his hand tightens, her eyes a beacon of calm in the storm. She whispers, "You're doing so well, Plankton," her voice a lullaby against the clamor of the room. But Patricia, not quite tuned in to his distress, leans in with a boisterous laugh, her hand landing on Plankton's shoulder. The room spins around him, a tornado of colors and sounds. "You're just so cute when you're shy!" she says, squeezing his cheek. And that's what did it. With a gasp, Plankton's body shudders, a seizure starting to inevitably take hold. This is his second meltdown since the diagnosis, Karen knew. She gently helps Plankton to the floor, his body convulsing. Hanna's friends hover, their faces a canvas of confusion and fear. "Everyone, stay calm," Karen instructs, her voice steady despite the chaos in her heart. "Give us some space." She turns her attention to Plankton, her hands guiding his body into a safe position. The room's energy shifts. Hanna's friends look on, their laughter replaced by concern. Patricia's face is a picture of horror. "PLANKTONโ€ฝ" Karen's voice is a lighthouse beacon in the chaos. "Everyone, stay back," she says firmly. "He'll be okay." Her eyes never leave Plankton's contorted form, fear and determination melding into one fierce gaze. The room goes still, the laughter choked off like a switch. Hanna's friends stare, their smiles frozen like icebergs in the face of his distress. Karen whispers to him, her voice a gentle wave. "You're okay, just breathe." Her hand is on his forehead, her touch cool and calming. The seizure subsides, leaving him limp and panting on the floor, his antennae drooping like tired leaves. Karen's heart is racing, but she forces her voice to be soothing, her eyes never leaving his. "It's okay," she repeats, her mantra a lifeboat in the storm. Hanna's friends hover, their faces a canvas of shock and concern. Patricia's hand is still hovering, her smile gone, replaced by a look of horror. "What happened?" she stammers, her eyes wide with fear. "It's okay," Karen repeats, her voice a gentle tide, washing over the silence. "Plankton just had a little...mishap." Hanna's friends exchange worried glances, their smiles nowhere to be seen. The room feels colder, the warmth of their laughter long gone. Plankton finally opens his eye, the room swimming back into focus, still twitching with the aftermath. Hanna's friends hover, their faces painted with confusion and concern. "It's okay," Karen says, her voice a soft breeze in the storm. "Plankton just needs some space." Patricia nods, her smile fading like a sunset. "I'm so sorry," she says, inching closer. "He's just a little sensitive," Karen explains, her voice a lifeline in the awkward silence. Patricia's face falls, the horror of her mistake written clearly. "I had no idea," she whispers, her voice a leaf fluttering in the breeze of their new reality.
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๐–ก๐–ฑ๐– ๐–จ๐–ญ ๐–ข๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฏ ๐—‰๐—. 4 (๐–ก๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ด๐–ฑ๐–ฎ๐–ฅ๐– ๐–ก๐–ด๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฒ) Karen moved to her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. Plankton's gentle snores provided a rhythmic backdrop. The next morning, Karen's the first to wake up. Karen slid out of bed, her eyes on her sleeping husband. She wondered if today would bring any changes, any improvements. But she didn't dare disturb him. The silence was a stark contrast to the chaos in her head. What could she do? How could she help him? Her heart ached with every step she took away from him. In the kitchen, Karen made herself a cup of tea, her hands shaking slightly. She knew she had to stay strong, but fear was a constant companion. Could he ever be the man she knew again? Would he ever look at her with the same love in his eye? The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the kitchen. She sipped her tea, the warmth spreading through her body. It was a comforting routine, one that offered a semblance of normalcy in the face of the unknown. As she set the mug down, she heard a shuffling sound coming from the bedroom. Plankton! He entered the kitchen, his gait unsteady, his eye unfocused. "Morning," he murmured, his voice still detached. Karen forced a smile. "Good morning, Plankton," she said, her voice trembling. "How did you sleep?" Plankton nodded, his hand flapping slightly. "Sleep," he murmured. "Dreams. Morning." His eye searched the room, looking for something to anchor him to the present. Karen took a deep breath. "Would you like some tea?" she offered, keeping her voice steady. "Or maybe some toast?" Plankton nodded again, his gaze finally settling on the toaster. "Toast," he said, his voice a little more present. "Toast is good." It was a step, a tiny glimmer of hope in the fog of their new reality. She made him toast, his favorite, with just the right amount of butter. But then the toaster went off with it's usual pop noise as the toast finished. Plankton flinched at the sudden sound. Karen's eyes widened in concern. She'd forgotten about his heightened sensitivity to noise. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice soothing. "Sound," Plankton whimpered. "Loud. Pain." Karen felt a pang of guilt. She'd have to be more careful. "It's ok," she assured him, her voice low and gentle. "Let's have your toast in the living room. It's quieter there." She led the way, watching as he followed, his steps slow and measured. The living room was bathed in the soft light of dawn, the TV flickering with the news. Karen quickly turned it off, not wanting the noise to overwhelm him. She placed the toast on a plate, cut it into neat triangles, and handed it to him. He took it with a nod of thanks, his eye never leaving hers. For a moment, there was a silence between them, filled with the echoes of their past. "Would you like to sit?" she asked, gesturing to the couch. Plankton nodded, his movements precise and calculated. As they sat together, Karen noticed the way he avoided her gaze, his eye darting around the room. She took his hand, hoping to offer comfort. He flinched, his hand twitching in her grasp. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, quickly releasing him. "No touch," he murmured, his voice a mix of apology and firmness. They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the crunch of toast between Plankton's teeth. Karen watched him, his movements so different. "Do you remember the patty formula?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She needed to know if there was any part of him that was still there, anything she could cling to. Plankton's eye snapped to hers, his gaze intense. "Formula," he murmured. "Yes. Patty." Karen felt a surge of hope. The secret Krabby Patty recipe. "Tell me," she encouraged, her voice barely a whisper. Plankton's eye narrowed, his hands stilling. "Formula," he repeated, his voice gaining strength. "The Krabby Patty formula. A culinary secret guarded by SpongeBob Square Pants' employer, Mr. Krabs." He paused, his gaze drifting away from her. "Cannot share. Sensitive information. Top secret. Eugene Krabs, Krabs full of barnacles!" Plankton says, with his usual disdain when it comes to Krabs. Karen's eyes widened. It was a tiny piece of the old Plankton, a memory untouched by his current condition. "It's ok," she said, smiling. "It's just us here." Plankton looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Formula," he murmured, his eye lighting up with a hint of mischief. "The combination of ingredients to create a Krabby Patty. Not to be shared. Understood?" Karen nodded, her smile genuine for the first time in hours. "Understood," she said. "It's good to see yo-" Plankton's head snapped up, his eye wide. "Karen," he interrupted, his voice urgent. "Need quiet." Karen's smile faltered. She nodded, swallowing the words she had been about to say. Instead, she simply sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on the couch cushion between them, a silent offering of support. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, filled with the weight of what had been said and what remained unspoken. Karen wanted to ask him more questions, to try and coax out more of his memories, but she knew she had to tread carefully. Every interaction was a delicate dance around his fragile neural pathways. So instead, she focused on the present. "Let's have a quiet day," she said. "We can just sit and maybe look at some books.." Plankton's hands began to flap again, a little more erratically than before. "Books," he murmured. "Words, letters, information." His voice grew excitedly happy. Karen nodded, rising from the couch. "I'll get you some books," she said, her voice gentle. "You sit here." The bookshelf was a mess, but she knew exactly where the science books were, his favorite. She picked one out, a thick tome titled "The Universe in a Nutshell," and brought it to him, placing it in his lap with care. "Would you like to read about the cosmos?" she asked. Plankton's eye lit up at the word "read," and he nodded eagerly. "Cosmos," he murmured, his hand flattening against the cover. Karen watched as he traced the letters with his fingertip, his gaze intense. He squeals with joy. "Read," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and desperation. "Want to read." Her screen swelled with love for the man who, despite his condition, still found joy in the things that had always brought them together. "Ok," she said, sitting down next to him. "I'll read to you." This was the Plankton she recognized, his love for knowledge untainted by the accident's aftermath. The book was dense, filled with complex theories and explanations that she knew Plankton would devour under normal circumstances. But now, with his mind struggling to maintain focus, she decided to read slowly, enunciating each word with care. He leaned into her, his hand stilling against the book as she began to speak. Her voice was soothing, a balm to his frayed nerves. As she read about black holes and expansions, she noticed his breathing even out, his body relaxing into hers. "The universe," he murmured, his eye half-closed. Karen felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this was the key, a way to reach him through the labyrinth of his altered mind. Science had always been their common language, a bridge over their differences. She read on, her voice steady and calm. "The cosmos," she began, "is vast and ever-expanding, filled with mysteries waiting to be unlocked." Plankton nodded, his breathing syncing with the rhythm of her words. "Black holes, the remnants of massive stars, bend space and time around them." The words flowed from the pages, weaving a tapestry of knowledge that held Plankton's attention. Karen felt his body ease more onto her as she continued, his breathing deep and steady.
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แดกแดส€แด… แด„แดแดœษดแด›: ๐Ÿท.๐Ÿถ๐Ÿผแด‹ At the Neptune Medical Center, Karen parks the car and goes with her husband Plankton into the building after an injury to his antenna. "I still don't see why you didn't press charges against Krabs, Sheldon," Karen sighs, as they walk through the gleaming, sterile corridors of the medical center. "Karen I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction." Plankton's antenna now hangs limp and damaged. The doctor had assured him it was a simple repair job, yet Plankton's nerves were as frayed as the antenna itself. They enter the reception area, the automatic doors whispering shut behind them, as if sealing off the outside world's chaos. The smell of antiseptic fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of fear and hope. The receptionist, a young squid with a friendly smile, looks up from her computer screen. "Mr. Plankton, your appointment is with Dr. Marlin, the antenna specialist," she says, her tentacles typing efficiently. "You can go straight to the third floor, room 304." The elevator ride is silent, save for the rhythmic ding of each passing floor. Karen notices his distant gaze and squeezes his arm reassuringly. "You'll be fine, Sheldon," she whispers. Plankton nods. They arrive at room 304, and Karen opens the door, revealing a state-of-the-art examination room. Dr. Marlin, an octopus with a gleaming scalpel in one tentacle and a clipboard in another, looks up from his notes. "Ah, Mr. Sheldon Plankton, right on time," he says, his eight eyes blinking in unison. "I understand you've had a bit of an injury?" Plankton nods, his voice tight. "Krabs... he... snapped it." Dr. Marlin's tentacles twitch in concern. "Mr. Eugene Krabs, eh? He's had his share of accidents around here." He scribbles something on the clipboard. "Well, let's get you fixed up. I've seen worse, and you're in good hands." The doctor leads Plankton to the examination chair, which is surprisingly comfortable for someone so tiny. He adjusts the chair's height and angles the light to shine on the antenna. Plankton winces as the doctor gently prods the damaged area. "It's definitely snapped," Dr. Marlin says, his voice calm and professional. "But the good news is, it's not to far gone. We can repair it with a simple procedure." "You'll need to be under for this," he explains. "It's nothing to worry about. You'll be out Before you know it." Plankton's heart races as he lies back in the chair, the cold metal pressing against his back. He glances at Karen, who gives him a forced smile, her screen filled with concern. The doctor notices and pats his shoulder reassuringly. "It's just a little sleep," he says. "You'll be back in no time." Karen reaches for his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. The anesthesiologist, a bluefish with a gentle demeanor, enters the room, pushing a trolley with a variety of bottles and tubes. She introduces herself as Nurse Bella and explains that she'll be administering the anesthesia for the surgery. Plankton swallows hard, eye darting from her to Karen's screen and back again. Karen's gaze follows the anesthesiologist, Nurse Bella, as she meticulously prepares. "Ready? Count as high as you can," she asks, her voice as soft as a lullaby. Plankton nods, his grip on Karen's hand tightening. "One... two... three..." Plankton's voice starts strong, but the medicine's effect begins to take hold. His eyelid grow heavy, and the numbers begin to slur. Karen watches as Plankton's count descends into a whisper. "Five... six... sev..." His tiny hand relaxes in hers, and his body goes slack. She watches the rise and fall of his chest slow as he succumbs to the anesthesia. Karen squeezes his hand one last time. The door to the exam room opens again, and Dr. Marlin's head pokes out. "Everything's gone well," Dr. Marlin says, peering over his mask. "We're to halt anesthesia." "You're okay," Karen whispers, her voice cracking. "You're okay." "He's doing great," the nurse whispers. "You can talk to him if you'd like. Sometimes they can hear you." Karen leans closer, her voice low and soothing. "Hey, Plankton, it's Karen. You're safe now. They've fixed your antenna. No more pain, okay?" Her thoughts are interrupted by a soft groan from the bed. Karen's screen snap to Plankton, who's beginning to stir under the blankets. "Shh," she whispers, stroking his arm. "You're safe." "K...Karen?" His eye opens. "Yes, it's me. You're okay, you're in the hospital. They've fixed your antenna." "Karen... antenna... Krabby Patty... wait, what?" He giggles, the words jumbling together in a way that makes no sense. Plankton's eye widen with childlike excitement. "Oh, right! The antenna!" He tries to touch the bandage but ends up nearly slapping himself in the face with his own arm. "Oops!" He giggles again, the sound echoing through the quiet room. He tries to sit up, but cannot. "Whoa, Nelly!" "Easy," Karen laughs. "I'm the king of the jellyfish prom! They got no flair!" Once in the car, Karen buckles him in with care, double-checking the seatbelt. "Remember, no funny business," she warns. Plankton's eye droop, and his head lolls to the side. "You're going to sleep, aren't you?" she says, her voice a mix of amusement and exhaustion. "M'not sleeping," Plankton mumbles, his eyelid fluttering, his voice fading into a snore. The drive home is peaceful, with Plankton snoring lightly beside her. As they approach their place, she gently shakes him awake. "We're home, Sheldon," she says, her voice gentle. "Can you wake up for me?" Plankton's eye blink open, and he looks around in confusion. "Home?" he mumbles. "Already?" Karen nods with a smirk. "Yeah, you slept through the whole drive. Came out of it just in time." They get out of the car, and Plankton wobbles slightly on his legs, the after-effects of the anesthesia still lingering. Karen wraps an arm around his waist, supporting him as they make their way to the front door. With a chuckle, Karen helps him inside, the warm light of their living room washing over them. Plankton's snores become more pronounced as they move through the hallway. "Come on, you need to get to bed," she says, leading him to their bedroom. The room is cozy, with a large bed that seems to swallow Plankton whole as he collapses into it. Karen carefully pulls the covers up to his chin. "Rest now," she whispers, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
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Plankton found himself in a sticky situation. In his haste, he collided with a submerged rock, and with a painful snap, one of his antennae broke dangling in half. His computer wife Karen took him to a clinic. The receptionist, a kind octopus named Tentacla, took his information and assured Dr. Dolittlefish would see him shortly. "Plankton?" Dr. Dolittlefish called out, his voice echoing through the room. Plankton walked in, Karen trailing behind. The doctor examined the fractured antenna. Plankton winced, feeling a sharp pain as the doctor prods it gently. Dr. Dolittlefish chuckled, "We'll need to perform a repair, and for that, you'll need a touch of anesthesia. It'll make you feel like you're floating on a cloud.." Plankton's one good antenna perked up with interest. "A magical elixir that will put you into a state of deep relaxation," Dr. Dolittlefish explained, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. "You'll be completely unaware of the surgery. We give you a little dose to make you drowsy. It's like sinking into a warm, bubble bath after a long day of plotting. Trust me, you'll wake up with a fixed antenna and no memories of the procedure. It's like a nap that'll keep you unconscious and pain-free throughout the operation. It's tailored for each patient, so you'll only get what you need." Turning to Karen, who had been quietly observing the exchange, the doctor said, "Karen, if you have any concerns, feel free to ask. Your husband's safety is my top priority. I'll be sure to take into account." Karen sighed, her circuits whirring as she searched for the right words. "Well, Plankton has always had trouble with deep sleep. He's a bit of a light sleeper, you see. Even the slightest disturbance and he's up for the day. It's hard for him to get to sleep." The doctor nodded, scribbling more notes. "I see," he said thoughtfully. "That does add a layer of complexity to the anesthesia. We'll need to be precise with the dosage to ensure he remains asleep throughout the surgery without any complications. We'll use the lightest touch possible and administer the anesthesia in a way that minimizes discomfort." Dr. Dolittlefish turned to Plankton. "Now, when you wake up, it'll be like coming out of a delightful dream. You'll feel a bit groggy, like you've just emerged from a particularly long nap. You might be a tad disoriented, but that's perfectly normal. Your body will be feeling the effects of the medication wearing off, so it's crucial that you rest for a while in our recovery area." Plankton's eye searched Karen', looking for reassurance. She nodded firmly, gripping his tiny hand. "You'll be okay, Plankton. I'll be right here." The doctor nodded. "Karen, you can accompany him into the surgery room. But remember, you'll have to go and stay outside once the actual procedure begins." The next day, Plankton and Karen returned to the clinic, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope. The lobby was filled with various sea creatures, all waiting for their appointments with their own assortment of woes and ailments. "Come on, Plankton," Karen urged, her voice steady. "You've got this." Dr. Dolittlefish took his place at the head of the operating table, a serious look on his face. "Alright, Plankton," he said, his voice steady, "It's time for the anesthesia. This might feel a bit strange, but remember, it's just like drifting off to sleep." With a flick of his fin, he administered the first dose through a small tube connected to a bubble filled with the sedative. The bubble popped, and Plankton felt a warm sensation spread through his body. It started in his toes and traveled up to his antennae, making them feel weightless. His eye grew heavier, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh. The room began to spin gently, the sounds around him becoming muffled, like the distant hum of a lullaby sung by the ocean currents. He felt himself sinking into the chair, the cushions seemingly made of the softest sea foam. "How do you feel?" Dr. Dolittlefish's voice was a comforting murmur. "Woozy," Plankton slurred, his eyelid fluttering. The room was a blur of lights and colors, like a kaleidoscope of bubbles. The pain in his antenna was fading, replaced by a pleasant numbness. Karen squeezed his hand tightly, her grip the only solid thing in his swirling world. She watched him closely, her LED eyes full of worry. "It's ok, Plankton," she murmured. "You're going to be fine." The doctor nodded to her encouragement. "I want you to count backwards from one hundred ok?" Plankton, already feeling the warm embrace of the anesthesia, began his count with a lazy sensation. "One hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight..." His voice grew softer with each number, the digits slipping away like grains of sand through his tiny fingers. The world around him grew fuzzy, like a TV show losing signal. The lights above looked like distant stars, their brightness dimming as he descended into the abyss of unconsciousness. "...eighty-four... eighty-three... eighty-two..." His eye now half-closed, the surgery room's noises melding into a symphony of comforting whispers. The gentle sway of the seaweed outside the clinic's windows seemed to be rocking him to sleep. His voice grew more faint, words slurring together. Karen watched him count, her gaze never leaving his face. She could feel his hand loosening in hers, his grip becoming as light as a feather. Each number he uttered was a step closer to the surgery that would hopefully restore his antenna to its former glory. The count grew slower, like a snail on a leisurely stroll across the ocean floor. His voice was a mere murmur, the words barely discernible. Karen could see his tiny chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his breathing growing deeper and more relaxed with each passing moment. The colors around them bled into one another, creating a dreamlike landscape. The lights above danced like jellyfish in a moonlit lagoon, casting eerie shadows across the gleaming surgical instruments. Plankton's eye fully closed now, his count barely a whisper. Each word was a soft ripple in the vast ocean of sleep that was consuming him. The whirring of the machines and the occasional splash of water seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing. Karen watched, her heart swelling with love and fear as she listened to the dwindling numbers. Plankton's voice was now a faint echo, his body going slack. The room was still, save for the hypnotic pulse of the anesthesia bubbles and Plankton's shallow breaths. Karen held her own breath, her screen never leaving his face. His count grew quieter still, each number a soft, barely perceptible sigh. Karen felt the tension in her limbs ease as she watched the lines of worry on Plankton's forehead smooth out. His sleep was finally deep and peaceful, the anesthesia working its magic. "Thirty-four... thirty-three..." His voice was a mere ripple in the vast sea of quiet that filled the room. The last number slipped away, and Plankton's count stopped, his breathing deep and even. Karen felt the weight of his hand in hers, a silent testament to his complete surrender to the anesthesia's embrace. She watched Plankton's chest rise and fall with each steady breath, his body utterly relaxed with his eye sealed shut slightly. The surgery room, once a cacophony of fear and doubt, was now a sanctuary of peace, the only sounds the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and Plankton's soft snores. The doctor nodded, satisfied with the sedation's effect. "Alright, Karen, he finally fell asleep," he whispered, patting Plankton's shoulder. "Now, we'll proceed with the actual procedure." Karen swallowed hard, nodding her head. She had never seen Plankton so vulnerable, but she knew this was for the best. "I'll be right outside," she said, her voice wavering slightly. She leaned in and kissed Plankton's forehead before letting go. With a final squeeze of his hand, she reluctantly let go and went towards the door. The doctor nodded in understanding, his eyes focused on the delicate task ahead. As the door slid shut with a soft hiss, Karen found herself in the stark, sterile waiting room. The walls were lined with sea-themed art, an attempt to provide comfort in a place filled with uncertainty and anxiety. She hovered over to the plush sea sponge chair, the material reminding her of home. Her tentacles wrapped around the phone, her movements deliberate and precise as she dialed the numbers. The first call was to Spongebob, she knew he would want to know about the accident. The line rang, and she hoped he'd pick up. "Karen?" "Spongebob, it's about Plankton," she began, her voice trembling. "He's had an accident, and he's in surgery now." "Oh no!" Sponge Bob exclaimed, his bubbly enthusiasm dimming. "Can I talk to Plankton during the surgery?" "No, they put Plankton to sleep," Karen explained, her tentacles gripping the phone tightly. "But I'll let him know you called as soon as he wakes up." "Thank you, Karen," SpongeBob said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Tell him I'm thinking of him." The receptionist, Tentacla, noticed her distress and swam over. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her tentacles poised to offer comfort or assistance. "It's just... I've never seen him like this," Karen admitted, her voice wavering. "So... vulnerable." Tentacla nodded sympathetically, her tentacles reaching out to pat Karen's arm. "It's tough, I know. But Dr. Dolittlefish is the best in the business. Plankton's in good fins."
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ANTENNAE i Plankton found himself in a sticky situation. In his haste, he collided with a submerged rock, and with a painful snap, one of his antennae broke dangling in half. His computer wife Karen took him to a clinic. The receptionist, a kind octopus named Tentacla, took his information and assured Dr. Dolittlefish would see him shortly. "Plankton?" Dr. Dolittlefish called out, his voice echoing through the room. Plankton walked in, Karen trailing behind. The doctor examined the fractured antenna. Plankton winced, feeling a sharp pain as the doctor prods it gently. Dr. Dolittlefish chuckled, "We'll need to perform a repair, and for that, you'll need a touch of anesthesia. It'll make you feel like you're floating on a cloud.." Plankton's one good antenna perked up with interest. "A magical elixir that will put you into a state of deep relaxation," Dr. Dolittlefish explained, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. "You'll be completely unaware of the surgery. We give you a little dose to make you drowsy. It's like sinking into a warm, bubble bath after a long day of plotting. Trust me, you'll wake up with a fixed antenna and no memories of the procedure. It's like a nap that'll keep you unconscious and pain-free throughout the operation. It's tailored for each patient, so you'll only get what you need." Turning to Karen, who had been quietly observing the exchange, the doctor said, "Karen, if you have any concerns, feel free to ask. Your husband's safety is my top priority. I'll be sure to take into account." Karen sighed, her circuits whirring as she searched for the right words. "Well, Plankton has always had trouble with deep sleep. He's a bit of a light sleeper, you see. Even the slightest disturbance and he's up for the day. It's hard for him to get to sleep." The doctor nodded, scribbling more notes. "I see," he said thoughtfully. "That does add a layer of complexity to the anesthesia. We'll need to be precise with the dosage to ensure he remains asleep throughout the surgery without any complications. We'll use the lightest touch possible and administer the anesthesia in a way that minimizes discomfort." Dr. Dolittlefish turned to Plankton. "Now, when you wake up, it'll be like coming out of a delightful dream. You'll feel a bit groggy, like you've just emerged from a particularly long nap. You might be a tad disoriented, but that's perfectly normal. Your body will be feeling the effects of the medication wearing off, so it's crucial that you rest for a while in our recovery area." Plankton's eye searched Karen', looking for reassurance. She nodded firmly, gripping his tiny hand. "You'll be okay, Plankton. I'll be right here." The doctor nodded. "Karen, you can accompany him into the surgery room. But remember, you'll have to go and stay outside once the actual procedure begins." The next day, Plankton and Karen returned to the clinic, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope. The lobby was filled with various sea creatures, all waiting for their appointments with their own assortment of woes and ailments. "Come on, Plankton," Karen urged, her voice steady. "You've got this." Dr. Dolittlefish took his place at the head of the operating table, a serious look on his face. "Alright, Plankton," he said, his voice steady, "It's time for the anesthesia. This might feel a bit strange, but remember, it's just like drifting off to sleep." With a flick of his fin, he administered the first dose through a small tube connected to a bubble filled with the sedative. The bubble popped, and Plankton felt a warm sensation spread through his body. It started in his toes and traveled up to his antennae, making them feel weightless. His eye grew heavier, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh. The room began to spin gently, the sounds around him becoming muffled, like the distant hum of a lullaby sung by the ocean currents. He felt himself sinking into the chair, the cushions seemingly made of the softest sea foam. "How do you feel?" Dr. Dolittlefish's voice was a comforting murmur. "Woozy," Plankton slurred, his eyelid fluttering. The room was a blur of lights and colors, like a kaleidoscope of bubbles. The pain in his antenna was fading, replaced by a pleasant numbness. Karen squeezed his hand tightly, her grip the only solid thing in his swirling world. She watched him closely, her LED eyes full of worry. "It's ok, Plankton," she murmured. "You're going to be fine." The doctor nodded to her encouragement. "I want you to count backwards from one hundred ok?" Plankton, already feeling the warm embrace of the anesthesia, began his count with a lazy sensation. "One hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight..." His voice grew softer with each number, the digits slipping away like grains of sand through his tiny fingers. The world around him grew fuzzy, like a TV show losing signal. The lights above looked like distant stars, their brightness dimming as he descended into the abyss of unconsciousness. "...eighty-four... eighty-three... eighty-two..." His eye now half-closed, the surgery room's noises melding into a symphony of comforting whispers. The gentle sway of the seaweed outside the clinic's windows seemed to be rocking him to sleep. His voice grew more faint, words slurring together. Karen watched him count, her gaze never leaving his face. She could feel his hand loosening in hers, his grip becoming as light as a feather. Each number he uttered was a step closer to the surgery that would hopefully restore his antenna to its former glory. The count grew slower, like a snail on a leisurely stroll across the ocean floor. His voice was a mere murmur, the words barely discernible. Karen could see his tiny chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his breathing growing deeper and more relaxed with each passing moment. The colors around them bled into one another, creating a dreamlike landscape. The lights above danced like jellyfish in a moonlit lagoon, casting eerie shadows across the gleaming surgical instruments. Plankton's eye fully closed now, his count barely a whisper. Each word was a soft ripple in the vast ocean of sleep that was consuming him. The whirring of the machines and the occasional splash of water seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing. Karen watched, her heart swelling with love and fear as she listened to the dwindling numbers. Plankton's voice was now a faint echo, his body going slack. The room was still, save for the hypnotic pulse of the anesthesia bubbles and Plankton's shallow breaths. Karen held her own breath, her screen never leaving his face. His count grew quieter still, each number a soft, barely perceptible sigh. Karen felt the tension in her limbs ease as she watched the lines of worry on Plankton's forehead smooth out. His sleep was finally deep and peaceful, the anesthesia working its magic. "Thirty-four... thirty-three..." His voice was a mere ripple in the vast sea of quiet that filled the room. The last number slipped away, and Plankton's count stopped, his breathing deep and even. Karen felt the weight of his hand in hers, a silent testament to his complete surrender to the anesthesia's embrace. She watched Plankton's chest rise and fall with each steady breath, his body utterly relaxed with his eye sealed shut slightly. The surgery room, once a cacophony of fear and doubt, was now a sanctuary of peace, the only sounds the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and Plankton's soft snores. The doctor nodded, satisfied with the sedation's effect. "Alright, Karen, he finally fell asleep," he whispered, patting Plankton's shoulder. "Now, we'll proceed with the actual procedure." Karen swallowed hard, nodding her head. She had never seen Plankton so vulnerable, but she knew this was for the best. "I'll be right outside," she said, her voice wavering slightly. She leaned in and kissed Plankton's forehead before letting go. With a final squeeze of his hand, she reluctantly let go and went towards the door. The doctor nodded in understanding, his eyes focused on the delicate task ahead. As the door slid shut with a soft hiss, Karen found herself in the stark, sterile waiting room. The walls were lined with sea-themed art, an attempt to provide comfort in a place filled with uncertainty and anxiety. She hovered over to the plush sea sponge chair, the material reminding her of home. Her tentacles wrapped around the phone, her movements deliberate and precise as she dialed the numbers. The first call was to Spongebob, she knew he would want to know about the accident. The line rang, and she hoped he'd pick up. "Karen?" "Spongebob, it's about Plankton," she began, her voice trembling. "He's had an accident, and he's in surgery now." "Oh no!" Sponge Bob exclaimed, his bubbly enthusiasm dimming. "Can I talk to Plankton during the surgery?" "No, they put Plankton to sleep," Karen explained, her tentacles gripping the phone tightly. "But I'll let him know you called as soon as he wakes up." "Thank you, Karen," SpongeBob said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Tell him I'm thinking of him." The receptionist, Tentacla, noticed her distress and swam over. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her tentacles poised to offer comfort or assistance. "It's just... I've never seen him like this," Karen admitted, her voice wavering. "So... vulnerable." Tentacla nodded sympathetically, her tentacles reaching out to pat Karen's arm. "It's tough, I know. But Dr. Dolittlefish is the best in the business. Plankton's in good fins."
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 20 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Karen's arms wrap around him, her hands gentle on his back as she whispers words of comfort, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "You're safe, baby," she says. "You're safe with me." Plankton's sobs slow, his body relaxing marginally in her embrace. His antennae still thrash, but with less urgency, when Plankton's main dentist comes in. Dr. Musselman, Plankton's main dentist, rushes into the room, his eyes wide with concern at the sight of his patient's distress. Karen quickly explains the situation, her voice tight with emotion. "He's having an autistic shutdown," she says, her hand on Plankton's trembling back. "He's sensitive to sensory overload." He nods. "You can come into my exam room, follow me." The doctor's exam room is dimmer, the air cooler, and the smell less intense. The change in atmosphere is like a gentle caress against Plankton's overstimulated sensors. He lets out a shaky sigh, his antennae unfurling slightly. Dr. Musselman's eyes are kind, his voice a soothing balm. "Hi, Plankton," he says, his tone gentle. "Remember me?" Plankton's gaze flickers to him, his antennae stilling. "You're my other dentist," he whispers, his voice hoarse from the sobbing. The doctor nods, his smile reassuring. "That's right. I know you don't like surprises, so I'm sorry for that, for Jill. But we're going to take it slow, okay?" Plankton nods, his antennae twitching slightly. "We need to finish your cleaning," Karen says, her voice gentle. "But we'll do it with Dr. Musselman. He'll always work here, and can be your dentist instead of Jill from now on!" "Okay," Dr. Musselman says, his voice calm and measured. "We're going to take some x-rays now. It's quick and painless." Plankton's antennae perk up slightly at the mention of painlessness. He nods, his eye searching the doctor's face for any sign of deception. The doctor leads them to a small, enclosed space, the whirring of the x-ray machine a soothing constant. Karen holds Plankton's hand, her grip firm but gentle, as he sits in the chair. The doctor explains the process, his words clear and concise. Plankton nods, his breathing slowing slightly as he tries to comfort himself. The x-ray machine's cold metal touches his jaw, and he jolts. "It's okay," Karen whispers, her hand on his shoulder. "It's just a little picture of your teeth." Plankton's eye closes, his antennae stilling. He nods, his trust in his wife a beacon in the storm of his fear. Dr. Musselman's movements are careful, his voice calm. "Open wide," he says. Plankton's mouth opens slightly, his teeth clenched. The x-ray film slides into place, cold and slightly sticky. He tastes the metal, feels the pressure. But it's not the same as the probe. It's bearable. The machine whirs to life, the sensation of the x-rays a gentle buzz against his skin. His antennae quiver, but he doesn't pull away. Karen's hand squeezes his, a silent promise of support. "Good job," she murmurs, her voice a warm whisper in the cool air. The doctor's voice is steady. "Almost done," he says, his eyes on the machine's readout. Plankton nods, his breaths shallow but even. The fear has receded to a dull throb, a distant echo of the panic that had consumed him. The x-ray machine clicks off, the buzz of its operation silenced. Dr. Musselman gently removes the film, his movements careful not to startle Plankton. "Good boy," he says, his voice a warm caress. Plankton's antennae twitch in response, a tentative sign of trust.
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY iii (Autistic author) Karen picked him up, and carried his limp form to his bed. She stood there for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall. The snores grew quieter as sleep consumed him. The weight of what had just happened settled on her shoulders. Karen lay him down gently. She tucked him in, his antennae resting against the pillow. The room was quiet except for his soft snores, a stark contrast to the chaos that had filled it moments before. Karen sat by his side, her hand on his arm. After a few moments, she stood up and walked to the door, closing it gently behind her. She found Hanna in the living room, her eyes red-rimmed and worried. "Hanna, I need to talk to you," Karen said, her voice firm but not accusing. Hanna looked up, her expression hopeful for guidance. Karen sat beside her, her eyes on her own hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. "Plankton's been through a lot," she began, her voice measured. "He's different now." Hanna nodded, her eyes wide with unspoken questions. "Still coming to terms with it but you're just fine. It's a rarity, yet he'll be fine." "I guess I'll head out. I never meant to cause Plankton distress." Karen nodded, her eyes still on her fidgeting hands. "Thank you for understanding. I'm pretty sure he knows you didn't mean to, but I can still tell him when he wakes up." Hanna left, and Karen went back to the bedroom. Plankton was still asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful. Karen sat by the bed. Plankton's snores were the only sound in the room, a gentle reminder of the peace that sleep brought him from his tumultuous world of heightened senses. Karen took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. This was their new normal, a dance of understanding and patience they would have to learn. When Plankton next woke up, his eye searched the room, his antennae twitching slightly. He looked over to find Karen sitting in a chair beside the bed, her gaze on him. "Hi," she said, her voice gentle. He sat up slowly, the fabric of the bed rustling beneath his weight. "How are you feeling?" Karen's concern was palpable, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress. Plankton took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts. Karen's presence was a balm to his soul, her understanding a lifeline in the storm of sensory input. "Where's Hanna?" Karen sighed, her gaze never leaving his face. "She left, sweetie. You were a bit...overwhelmed." Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching with the memory of the sensory assault. "It's okay," Karen assured him, her voice a soft whisper. "She just didn't understand, and felt bad for the way she treated you." Plankton nodded, his antennae still. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos from before. He took a moment to collect himself, his thoughts racing. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Karen reached out and took his hand, her grip firm but gentle. "You have nothing to apologize for," she said, her tone soothing. "This is all new to us. Would you like to eat?" Plankton nodded. "I'll get you something quiet and simple," Karen said, standing up. She knew that too much stimulation could send him spiraling. In the kitchen, she prepared a snack of plain crackers. She placed the plate on the table carefully, not wanting to startle his heightened senses again. Plankton entered the room, his movements deliberate and slow. He sat down across from her, his eye darting around the room. "It's ok," Karen reassured him, handing him the plate of crackers. "Just food." "Just food. It's ok; just food." He repeats back to himself, focusing on the plate. Each cracker was a tiny square of safety, a familiar comfort in a sea of sensory uncertainty. He took a deep breath and selected one. The taste was comforting, a reminder of a simpler time. Karen watched him, her screen filled with love. Plankton took a sip of water, his eye never leaving hers. "It's ok just food," he said again, his voice still low. "Karen good and good food. It's ok." Karen nodded, her smile a mix of relief and sadness. She knew his echolalic tendencies was the autism, but she's glad he likes the food as well. They sat in silence, the only sound the crunch of crackers and the occasional sip of water. Plankton's eye focused on the cracker in his hand, the patterns on the surface a comfort. His autistic brain craved the predictability, the sameness that calmed his nerves. This was the man she knew, yet he was different. The Plankton who was always plotting and scheming was now one who found comfort in the mundane. His mind felt clearer now, the overwhelming chaos of the earlier encounter with Hanna beginning to fade. Karen watched him, her heart breaking for the silent struggle she knew he faced every moment. "I'll talk to Hanna," she said gently. "I'll explain. What do you want me to tell her? What'd you like for her to know?" Plankton's gaze remained on the cracker, his thumb tracing the edge. "Tell her sorry," he mumbled. "What else? I mean, is it ok if I tell her you're autistic now? Or what about the accident that lead to the autism?" Plankton's antennae twitched at the word 'accident', his mind reeling with memories of the stove, the fight with Mr. Krabs, the pain. But he nodded slowly. "Ok," he murmured. Karen's heart ached at the simplicity of his response. The complexity of his thoughts was now a tightly guarded secret, hidden behind a wall of sensory overload. "Okay, I will," Karen said, her voice soft. "But remember, it's ok to be different." Plankton nodded, his eye still on his food. But as he took another cracker, he paused. He looked up, his gaze locking with hers. "Karen," he said, his voice a little stronger now. "I, I l-love you." Karen's eyes widened at the sudden declaration. "Oh, Plankton," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too." Plankton nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Karen making everything okay," he murmured. He took another cracker, his hands shaking slightly. "You make Plankton feel safe," he continues with sincerity. "In a world that's too much, Karen not too much." Karen's eyes filled with tears at his heartfelt words. She reached across the table and took his hand. "Plankton, I'm here for you. Always." Plankton's antennae stopped twitching. He looked into her screen, his own filled with a depth of emotion that hadn't seen before. "You good, Karen," he said, his voice steady. "Helping Plankton." Plankton was finding his way to express himself, to connect with her in a way that was meaningful. She squeezed his hand. "I'll always help you," she promised. "Karen," Plankton began, his voice tentative. He took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "I love you, Karen," he said finally, his eye intense with feeling. Karen swelled with love and pride. Despite his struggles, Plankton was learning to express his emotions in a way that made sense to him. It was a victory, small but significant. "Thank you, Plankton," she said, squeezing his hand. "Your love makes me happy." His antennae twitched slightly, a sign of his awkwardness with the emotional exchange. The room was quiet, the only noise the soft sound of their breathing and the occasional crunch of a cracker. Plankton's eye searched hers, looking for reassurance. "Plankton need...space," he managed, his voice shaky. "Too...much emotional interaction. Still love." Karen nodded, understanding dawning. "Okay, sweetie," she said, releasing his hand. "I'll be right here. Take all the time you need."
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 17 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) The next morning, Karen gets a text from Plankton's dental office for a check up and routine cleaning. So Karen decided to go down stairs to awaken him, and Chip, so they can go. She finds them both asleep by each other still on the couch. Gently, she shakes Plankton's shoulder. "Honey," she says, her voice a soft caress. "You've got a dentist appointment." Plankton's eye snaps open, his antennae twitching. Chip opens his eyes. Plankton sits up with a start, his body stiff from the night on the couch. He looks at Karen, his expression a mix of confusion and dread. "Dentist?" he repeats, his voice cracking. Karen nods, her eyes filled with concern. "It's okay," she says, her voice soothing. "We'll go together, all of us." Karen's eyes are filled with understanding as she helps Plankton to his feet. Chip rises from his spot, his expression a mix of worry and determination. The drive to the dentist's office is quiet, the tension palpable. Once they arrive, they go up to the receptionist desk. The receptionist, a cheery octopus, greets them with a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Plankton," she says. "You're here for your 9 AM appointment, aren't you?" Plankton nods. "Yes," Karen says. "He's with hygienist named Zoe.." But then the receptionist interrupts her. "Oh, Zoe doesn't work here anymore. She's been replaced by a new hygienist, named Jill." Plankton's antennae droop, his face paling. Change was never his friend, especially when it came to routine. "But I've always had her," he whispers, his voice tight with anxiety. Karen's hand squeezes his shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. "It'll be okay," she murmurs. "We'll make it work. We can tell her about your autistic needs." The waiting room is a cacophony of sounds, the buzz of the fluorescent lights, the hum of the air conditioner, the distant drill, and the muffled chatter of other patients. Plankton starts rocking back and forth. Karen notices the signs of his anxiety building, his antennae twitching with every new sound. She leans over, whispering. "We'll tell them what you need." Chip looks at his dad's stimming. "Why's he rocking?" Chip asks Karen. She whispers back, "It's a way he self-soothes, a common autistic trait. It's his way to deal with restlessness." The new hygienist, Jill, enters the waiting room. "Plankton?" Plankton's antennae shoot up, his body tense. "Yes," Karen says, smiling warmly. "This is my husband, Plankton, and our son, Chip." She nods towards Chip. They stand up and follow Jill. Jill's office is a minefield of sensory stimuli. The bright lights, the smell of antiseptic, and the shiny metal instruments glinting on the tray. Plankton's body tightens with each step closer to the chair. Karen notices, and whispers, "Remember what we talked about, Plankton. You can handle this." He nods, his antennae flicking nervously.
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY vii (Autistic author) The movie ended with the snails crossing the finish line. Sponge Bob reached for the remote, fingers hovering over the button. "Would you like to watch something else?" he asks, voice soft. Sponge Bob noticed his friend Plankton's gentle snores. He had fallen asleep, his body slack. "Plankton?" he whispered. Sponge Bob leaned closer, his heart skipping a beat as he noticed Plankton's gentle snores. Plankton didn't stir, his body slumped slightly curled up. Sponge Bob's gaze softened as he realized he had fallen asleep likely for the night. Sponge Bob felt a wave of relief wash over him, for Plankton found comfort in their shared experience. He gently cradles him. Karen, watching from the doorway, smiled softly as she saw Sponge Bob's gentle care. She knew that Sponge Bob had always had a special bond with Plankton, but now, it seemed that bond had grown deeper, more meaningful. He had always been there for Plankton, through their many adventures and misunderstandings. Now, in the face of Plankton's new reality, he remained steadfast, offering a steady hand in the storm of change. "Let's get him to bed," Karen whispered, stepping into the room. Her eyes met Sponge Bob's, her gaze filled with warmth and thanks. Together, they carefully lifted Plankton from the couch, his body limp with sleep. His antennae twitched slightly at the sudden movement, but his snores remained steady, a testament to his deep sleep. Sponge Bob walked down the hallway, his steps light, carrying Plankton with ease. Karen had prepared the bed. They laid him down, his antennae flailing briefly before settling against the pillow. Sponge Bob tucked the blanket around him, his movements careful not to disturb his friend. Plankton's snores grew quieter as his body settled into the cool embrace of the sheets. His antennae twitched one last time before going still, his mouth slightly parted. Sponge Bob and Karen stepped back, exchanging a look of shared relief. "He's asleep," Karen murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. Sponge Bob nodded, his gaze lingering on Plankton's peaceful face. "Thanks for today, Karen," he said, his voice grateful. Karen's smile was warm. "Anytime, Sponge Bob," she replied. "You're such a good friend to him." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes still on Plankton's sleeping form. "Always will be," he said. The next morning, Plankton woke up, and his antennae twitched as he registered the events of the previous day. He sat up, the blanket sliding off his body, and looked around. Sponge Bob stirred from the armchair, where he had dozed off watching over him. "Morning, Plankton," he said, his voice slightly rough with sleep. Plankton's antennae quivered as he looked around, his gaze falling on Sponge Bob. Sponge Bob yawned, stretching his spongy body, his voice gentle. "You fell asleep." Plankton's antennae twitched as his eye focused on Sponge Bob, his brain slowly piecing together the events of the previous evening. Sponge Bob's smile was warm. "You tired out, buddy?" he asked, his voice gentle. Plankton nodded slowly, his antennae twitching slightly. "Tired," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. Sponge Bob nodded, understandingly. "How about we start with a quiet morning?" he suggested. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly before he nods. "Quiet morning," he murmured, his voice agreeable. Sponge Bob nodded, his expression filled with concern. "How about some pancakes?" he offered. "They're nice and easy on the stomach." Plankton's antennae perked up at the mention of food. "No pancakes," he murmured, his voice still sluggish with sleep. Sponge Bob's eyes widened. "No pancakes?" he repeated, surprise evident in his tone. "But you love pancakes!" Plankton's antennae quivered as he thought, his voice a soft whisper. "Pancakes... no," he said, his gaze drifting to the window where the early morning sun peeked through the curtains. The light was gentle, not yet harsh enough to cause him pain. "Toast," he decided, his voice final. Sponge Bob nodded, his smile slightly saddened but respectful of Plankton's new boundaries. "Okay, toast it is," he said, standing up from the chair and heading to the kitchen. Karen met SpongeBob. "Good morning! How's everything?" Sponge Bob's expression was a mixture of hope and trepidation. "Plankton's okay," he said. "He's just really tired." Karen nodded, her gaze following her husband as he slowly made his way to the kitchen. "It's going to take some time for us to figure this out," she said. "But we'll get there." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's reclined form. "We will," he said, his voice firm with resolve. He returned to the kitchen, his spongy feet padding softly against the floor. The room was bathed in the gentle light of dawn, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound. He pulled out a loaf of bread, his mind racing with thoughts of Plankton's new needs. Sponge Bob carefully sliced two pieces of toast, placing them in the toaster with a soft click. "Morning!" Karen says as Plankton sits down. She gives him milk, as she knew it soothes him. "Stayed up late for movie. Still am tired. Love Karen and SpongeBob." The toaster's ding pierced the silence, and Plankton's antennae shot straight up, his body stiffening at the sudden noise. "Easy, Plankton," Sponge Bob called from the kitchen, his voice soothing. "It's just the toast." "Toast," he murmured. "Toast." Sponge Bob carefully brought the toast to the table, placing it before Plankton. The scent of warm bread filled the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of Karen's brewing coffee. Plankton's antennae twitched as he took in the sight, his body visibly relaxing at the familiar smells. "Yesterday's crazy, autistic or not. And you're still getting used to it all." Karen says as Plankton eats the toast. Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching slightly, still exhausted. The milk Karen had given him was warm, the perfect temperature to soothe his still-frazzled nerves. He brought the cup to his lips, his hands trembling just a bit. As the creamy liquid slid down his throat, Plankton felt a gentle wash of calm spread through him. His antennae, which had been twitching in anticipation of the morning's noises, grew still. It usually helps calm him, which is what it did today. Sponge Bob sat opposite him, his eyes filled with concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. Plankton nodded, his antennae drooping as he took another sip of his milk. "Tired," he murmured. Karen sat next to him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "It's okay," she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his new reality. SpongeBob helped Karen clean up the kitchen. Plankton sat in the chair, his body slumped, his antennae still. His eye was closed, his tiny chest rising and falling in the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. His head tilted back and a soft snore escaped his open mouth. Karen noticed. The past few days had taken a toll on him, but she knew that with time and patience, they would find their new normal. "Let's get you to the couch," she murmured, her voice soft. She gently took the cup from Plankton's hand, his grip loose with sleep. Sponge Bob helped her lift his tiny form from the chair. Together, they carried him to the living room, his body relaxed in their grasp. They placed him on the couch, his antennae twitching slightly as he settled into the pillows. Sponge Bob tucked the blanket around Plankton, his eyes never leaving his friend's sleeping face. "Rest, Plankton," he whispered. "We're here." Karen nodded, her pixel eyes misting with emotion. "Thank you, Sponge Bob," she said. "For being here." Sponge Bob's smile was genuine. "Always, Karen," he said, his spongy hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. "Always."
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PATRICK PLANKTON 2/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) Yet Plankton was beyond listening. He was in the throes of a full-blown meltdown, his body quaking with anger and fear. His usually tiny form looked monstrous in the dim light of the lab, his eye wild and his antennae twitching erratically. Plankton's shaking grew more intense, his tiny body trembling. His eye darted around the room, looking everywhere except at the starfish who had just tried to offer him comfort. Karen's heart ached as she watched her husband's silent panic attack unfold. She knew the signs all too well. The erratic antennae movements, the clenched fists, the sudden need for personal space - it was all part of his condition. Plankton had always been so private about it, but she had hoped that with time and trust, he'd learn to open up. Patrick, however, remained oblivious to the gravity of the situation. He had never seen his friend this way, and the fear in Plankton's usually beady eye was more than he could bear. "What's happening to him?" he whispered to Karen, his voice shaking. Karen took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Plankton's trembling form. "It's his condition," she said softly. "He gets like this when he's really overwhelmed. He needs us to be calm for him." Patrick looked from Karen to Plankton. He didn't know what to do, but he knew that he couldn't just stand there. Carefully, he reached out a tentacle and wrapped it around Plankton, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "It's okay, buddy," he murmured. "You don't have to be scared." But Plankton's panic only seemed to worsen. His tremors grew more pronounced, his tiny body convulsing in Patrick's arms. Karen's eyes grew wide with alarm, and she rushed over to her husband's side. "Patrick, let go!" she urged, her voice firm but filled with urgency. "You're making it worse!" Patrick's eyes grew wide, and he released Plankton as if he'd been holding a live wire. The tiny plankton crumpled to the floor, his body going limp. "Plankton?" Karen gasped, dropping to her knees beside him. She checked his antennae for a pulse, her face a mask of panic. "Plankton, can you hear me?" There was no response. His single eye had rolled back into his head, and his antennae had gone still. Panic gripped Karen and Patrick. "What's happening?" Patrick's voice was barely a whisper. Karen's filled with a mix of fear and determination as she checked Plankton's pulse again. "It's a severe episode," she said, her voice tight with concern. "He needs to calm down, and fast." Patrick hovered over them, his heart racing in his chest. "What..." "He's passed out," Karen said, her voice tight with worry. "We need to get him to his bed." Patrick's eyes grew rounder, and he nodded frantically. "Okay okay," he murmured, reaching down to help Karen lift Plankton's unconscious body. Together, they carefully carried him to the bed. Karen laid Plankton on the bed and began to check his vitals, scanning his tiny form with a medical precision that belied her usual robotic demeanor. "His pulse is steady." Patrick hovered at the edge of the room, his heart racing. "What can I do?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Just stay here," Karen instructed, her focus solely on Plankton. "And keep talking to him. Sometimes hearing a familiar voice helps." Patrick nodded, his tentacles clutching at the edge of the bed. "Plankton?" he called out softly, his voice filled with a mix of fear and concern. "Buddy, can you hear me?" There was no response. Plankton's tiny body remained still and lifeless, his antennae drooping like wet noodles. Patrick felt his own body go cold with fear. He'd never seen anyone faint before, let alone a friend. He didn't know what to do, so he just talked hoping his voice could reach Plankton through the fog of unconsciousness. "Hey, Plankton," he said softly, "Just rest up, buddy." Karen looked up from her ministrations, her expression grim. "Patrick," she began, voice low and serious, "you need to know something about Plankton." Patrick leaned in, his worry for his friend clear on his face. "What is it?" he whispered. "It's his brain," Karen said, her voice tight. "Plankton has a traumatic injury." She paused, her gaze never leaving Plankton's still form. "It's from an accident a long time ago, before I was even built.." Patrick's eyes grew wide with shock. "What kind of accident?" Karen took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Plankton. "It was a... a car accident," she said finally, her voice thick with unshed emotion. "A runaway boat hit him, actually." Patrick's tentacles drooped in horror. "Oh no!" he gasped. "Is that why he gets like this?" "Yes," Karen nodded solemnly. "The injury causes him to have these episodes when he gets too stressed or overwhelmed. It's why he's so obsessed with the Krabby Patty formula. The pursuit of something so constant and unchanging helps him cope with the chaos in his head." Patrick's eyes widened. "But why didn't he tell me?" he murmured. "Because he's ashamed," Karen said softly. "He thinks it makes him weak. But it's just a part of who he is." Patrick looked at her, his eyes filled with sadness. "But he's not weak," he said firmly. "He's the smartest person I know." "Patrick," Karen said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "his mind is brilliant, yes. But he's also fragile, in ways you can't even imagine." Patrick nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's pale face. "I won't tell anyone," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, Plankton's antennae twitched. A soft groan escaped his mouth and his eye fluttered open. He looked around the room, blinking in confusion. "Plankton?" Karen's voice was a whisper, filled with hope. The tiny plankton's antennae twitched slightly, and his eye blinked open focusing with difficulty on the concerned faces hovering over him. The room was spinning, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that made him nauseous. He groaned and tried to sit up, but his body felt like it was made of jelly. "Take it easy," Karen soothed, gently pushing him back down. "You've had a rough time." Plankton's eye focused on Patrick, who was still standing by the bedside looking as though he'd just seen a ghost. "What's he doing here?" he croaked. "You fainted," Karen said gently. "Patrick was just trying to help." Plankton's eye darted around the room, trying to piece together the puzzle of what had happened. The last thing he remembered was reading, then Patrick yelling, then Patrick's overwhelming embrace... A chilling sensation washed over him, a sense of dรฉjร  vu so strong it was almost tangible. He looked at Patrick, who was hovering over him like a giant, concerned balloon, and suddenly it clicked. "I remember now," Plankton murmured, his voice still shaky. "You tried to... hug me." He cringed at the thought, his antennae curling inward. "Don't ever do that again.." Patrick looked down at his tentacles, which had instinctively reached out during Plankton's episode. He pulled back. "Sorry, buddy," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Karen's gaze softened. "It's okay, Patrick. You couldn't have known." She turned her attention back to Plankton searching his for any signs of further distress. "How are you feeling, Plankton?" He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "T-terrible," he rasped. "But I'll be fine." His voice was laced with the stubbornness that Patrick had come to expect from him. Plankton pushed himself into a sitting position, his antennae still trembling slightly. Karen's gaze remained on him. "You sure?" she asked, voice a gentle murmur. Plankton nodded, his antennae quivering slightly as he tried to stand. His legs wobbled beneath him, and he had to grab the bedframe to steady himself. "Just... need a moment," he murmured, his voice shaking as much as his body. Patrick watched with a heavy heart as his friend struggled to regain his composure. He knew that Plankton was trying to put on a brave face, but the fear in his eye was unmistakable.
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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 4 Karen stands, gently helping Plankton to his feet. He sways slightly, his legs still wobbly from the anesthesia. "Careful," she says, wrapping an arm around his waist. He leans into her, his eye still glazed as he chuckles. "M-mph... funny," he slurs, a weak smile on his face. "You're going to be fine," Karen reassures him, her voice a beacon of comfort in the fog of his mind. They shuffle slowly down the hallway, his legs unsteady as if he's walking on a tightrope over a shark tank. The floor seems to tilt and sway, each step a dizzying challenge. Karen holds him close, her arm around his waist, guiding him like a ship navigating stormy waters. Plankton's eye start to droop, his lid growing heavier by the second. "W-where... whewe... we go?" he slurs, his speech barely coherent. Karen's response is lost to the symphony of his snores as he unexpectedly dozes off mid-sentence as she catches him. He jolts awake, only to find himself still standing, held upright by Karen's steady grip. "H-how?" he stammers, his eye wide with confusion. They've reached the reception area, and Becky, the ever-cheery receptionist, giggles at the sight. "You can sit him down now," she suggests. "Just keep an eye on him until he's fully awake." Karen guides him to the chair, his legs folding under him like a ragdoll. He's out again, his snores echoing in the quiet lobby. She can't help but smile at his obliviousness, his trust in her unwavering. The chair creaks beneath his weight as his head lolls to the side, his antennae drooping. Becky, the receptionist, laughs kindly. "It's like he's on a little anesthesia-induced vacation," she says, her voice a gentle wake. Karen nods, stroking his antennae. "I just want to get him home," she says. "He's not one for being out of his element." The nurse, Nina, appears with a wheelchair. "Let's get you home, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle nudge into reality. He blinks, his eye trying to focus on the world around him. Karen helps him into the chair. "W-wheel...?" He starts to protest, his slurred words trailing off as he realizes the futility of his protest. Karen smiles, pushing the chair. "It's okay, you're still groggy. This is just to make sure you don't trip." "W-why?" he murmurs, his words slurred and sleepy. "M'walkin'... woke... m'not..." Karen chuckles, her voice a soft breeze. "You're a bit out of it, Plankton," she says, "We're going home." Plankton's head lolls back, his snores now a comforting soundtrack to their exit. Karen can't help but laugh softly, her heart full of love. He's always been so independent, so strong. But in this moment, he's as vulnerable as a newborn. The cool morning air hits them as they step outside. Plankton blinks, his antennae twitching as he tries to stay conscious. "M-morning," he mumbles, squinting against the sun's early glow. Karen chuckles, pushing the wheelchair to their car. "W-what?" he asks again, his speech still slurred. "You're okay, sweetheart," she says, opening the passenger door. "Let's get you into the car." But Plankton's body seems to have other plans, his eye slip shut and he's out like a light. Karen tries to wake him, her voice a gentle nudge into consciousness. "Come on, Plankton, stay with me." He snores in response, his antennae flopping to one side. Karen sighs, trying not to laugh at his comical state. Carefully, she maneuvers him into the car seat, his head lolling back. "Alright, just a little more," she coaxes. With a grunt, Plankton's eye flickers open as Karen helps buckle him in. "W-why..." He mumbles, his words trailing off as his eyelid droops again. Karen can't help but chuckle. "You're still sleepy, that's all," she says, kissing his forehead. The drive home is slow and careful, Karen keeping a watchful eye on Plankton in the rearview mirror. He's still out cold, his snores punctuating the silence like a lullaby for the road. The car's gentle sway seems to rock him deeper into sleep. They pull into their driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires. Karen parks the car and turns around to look at Plankton. His snores are deep, his antennae twitching slightly with each exhale. She smiles, knowing he's in a deep, peaceful sleep. "Come on, Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. "We're home." He groans, his eye opening just enough to peer out. "Hone?" he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen nods, her smile warm. "You can go back to sleep once we're inside."
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NOTHING BUT THE WISDOM TRUTH i "Why do we have to go so early?" he grumbled. "I know, sweetie," Karen said, patting his hand reassuringly. "But it's for the best. You'll be out like a light during the surgery, and you won't feel a thing." The nurse noticed his distress and offered a kind smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Plankton. We're going to make this as comfortable for you as possible. First things first, let's get you in and then we'll start with some anesthesia." Karen watched as Plankton reluctantly climbed into the chair. The nurse dimmed the lights and adjusted the chair's recline. She placed a warm blanket over him, and the softness enveloped him like a comforting embrace, the nurse preparing Plankton for the surgery. She chatted away, "So, any plans for the weekend?" "Not really," he said, "Just recovery." The nurse nodded. She began to insert the IV, talked him through each step, her voice a comforting lullaby guiding him into a state of relaxation. She continued to engage in light conversation, told about her weekend plans, a lifeline to the outside world that seemed so far away in the cold, clinical environment. As the anesthesia began to work, Plankton felt his body grow heavier, his eyelid drooping. "You're doing great," she said softly. "Just keep breathing, ok?" Plankton's thoughts began to blur together. The doctor's voice grew distant, his words melding into a comforting murmur as Plankton felt himself slipping away. The last thing he heard was Karen's voice, a gentle whisper in his ear. "I'm here," she said, her hand holding onto his with a fierce tenderness. "I love you." And then there was nothing, the last sensation he felt before everything went quiet. The anesthetist monitored Plankton's vitals, ensuring he remained safely asleep throughout the procedure. Plankton was a picture of peace, mouth agape as the anesthesia kept him blissfully unaware of the world around him. The nurse's eyes flick from the monitors to Plankton's serene face. Plankton's body didn't even flinch. Plankton's face remained relaxed, his breathing even, as the anesthetic kept him in a state of blissful unconsciousness, ensuring that his comfort remained top priority. Plankton's body remained still, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence that soothed the room. The nurse gently swabbed his mouth, keeping the area clean and clear. The doctor stitched up the small incisions with a gentle touch, while the nurse cleaned Plankton's mouth. The anesthetist monitored the levels, ensuring a smooth and safe emergence from the depths of unconsciousness. The doctor looked at Karen, his eyes weary but his smile reassuring. "It's all done," he said. "Everything went smoothly. He's still sleeping it off, but you can go in and see him." Karen rushed in, her screen searching for Plankton. He was there, lying back in the chair, his mouth slightly open, a line of drool escaping the corner of his mouth. He looked so peaceful, vulnerable. She reached out and touched his hand, for the surgery was over. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as he slept. "He's doing great," she assured her. "The surgery went well." Karen leaned over Plankton, as she brushed his antennae with her hand. She took in the sight of him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft snorish sounds escaping his mouth. His face was a portrait of peace, a stark contrast to the chaos of the surgery that had just taken place. The nurse finished her work and dimmed the lights, leaving the room in a soft glow that cast shadows across the floor. Karen pulled up a chair and sat down, her hand finding Plankton's again. "You're ok," she murmured, willing him to hear her voice, to feel her presence. "You're going to be ok." Karen's entire world was contained in reassuring her that he was still there. The nurse approached with a wad of gauze. "We need to put this in his mouth to help with bleeding," she explained gently. Karen nodded. The nurse placed the gauze with the same care she had shown throughout the entire ordeal, pressing it gently against the raw, tender spots where Plankton's teeth had once been. The nurse finished her cleanup and checked Plankton's vitals one last time. "He'll come around soon," she assured. "The anesthesia takes a bit to wear off." His breathing was still deep and steady, the gentle rumble of his snores filling the room. She found comfort in the mundane sounds of his slumber. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that seemed to match the beeping of the heart monitor. The anesthesia had done its job well, leaving him in a deep, dreamless sleep. His face was serene. His antennae lay limp on the chair's headrest, and his mouth was open slightly, revealing the gauze the nurse had placed to stem the bleeding. The drool that had pooled at the corners of his mouth began to seep out onto the chair. The nurse noticed and nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "It's normal," she said. Plankton's snores grew louder, the drool now a small river that trickled down. Karen reached out with a trembling hand, her thumb catching the droplets before they could stain the fabric. The drool was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. Her screen focused on the slow, steady flow of dribble, forming and breaking away, each one a little more substantial than the last. The nurse had said it was normal, but to Karen, it was a sign of his vulnerability, a tangible proof of the surgery's aftermath. As the drool grew into a small puddle on the chair, Karen's resolve to be strong for him grew stronger. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table and gently wiped. The nurse looked at her with understanding. "It's alright," she said softly. "He'll wake un his own time." Karen nodded, her screen never leaving Plankton's face. She felt a strange mix of love and pity. Here he was, reduced to a drooling mess in a chair, and yet she had never felt more connected to him. It was a strange intimacy, this moment of vulnerability, a silent pact between them that she would always be there to wipe away his fears, both literal and figurative. The nurse moved around the room, her movements efficient and silent. She checked the machines one last time before turning to Karen. "Why don't you sit down?" she suggested, patting the chair beside Plankton's. "It'll be a bit before he wakes up. Might as well get comfortable." Karen nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She pulled up a chair and held his hand tightly, her thumb brushing back and forth across his knuckles. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You did it, sweetie." She leaned closer. "The teeth are out. You're okay." She waited, watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor, and willing him to open his eye. "Remember what I said about ice cream?" she asked, her voice a little louder this time. "You can have as much as you want when we get home." She tried to keep her tone light, despite the gravity of the situation. The thought of his favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream was supposed to make him smile, but his face remained slack. But she knew he was strong, and he would bounce back. He always did. "I just want you to know how much I love you. How much I need you. We've been through so much together, and I can't imagine my life without you. You're going to wake up soon, and it'll all be over. And then we can go home, and I'll take care of you, just like you always take care of me. Remember when we said 'in sickness and in health'?" she whispered. "Well, this is definitely a 'sickness' moment, but I'm right here. And I'll be here through all the healthy moments too." The nurse quietly left them a moment of privacy. Karen leaned in closer. "You're going to feel a bit funny when you wake up," she said with a soft laugh. "Your mouth will be sore, and your face will be puffy. But I'll be there. And maybe I'll let you win at Scrabble for once." She chuckles. "Just don't let it go to your head." Plankton's eyelid fluttered, and a low moan escaped his throat. She squeezed his hand. "That's it, baby," she encouraged. "You're waking up." His eye opened slowly dilated and unfocused. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the harsh lights of the recovery room. He turned his head to the side, and she knew he was searching for her. "Hi," she said, her voice a warm whisper. "It's me, Karen. You're ok." His gaze found hers, and she saw the flicker of recognition. "Where am I?" he slurred, his voice thick and groggy. "You're in the recovery room, sweetheart," Karen said, her voice steady and soothing. "You just had your wisdom teeth out." Plankton's eye widened slightly, and he nodded, trying to sit up. Karen gently pushed him back down. "Easy," she said. "You need to rest." "But I'm so tired," he mumbled, his voice weak. "I know," Karen said, stroking his forehead with her cool hand. "But you're doing great. Just stay still for a little while longer. They got all four teeth out without any complications." He nodded, his eye still closed. "Good," he mumbled.
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TEETHIES i Karen watched as the dentist's thumb depressed the plunger, sending the anesthesia into her husband's system. Plankton's eyelid fluttered, and his body grew slack as his eye rolls back in is socket. "It's ok," she whispered, taking his hand in hers. "It'll all be over soon." The doctor nodded, satisfied with the effectiveness of the anesthesia. Plankton's quiet snoring deep and even, his eye fully closed, and the tightness around his mouth relaxed. Her hand remained tight around his, her thumb tracing comforting circles on his palm, as if she could somehow transmit her strength to him through their touch. Plankton's hand grew heavy in hers, but she didn't let go. Instead, she squeezed it gently, willing him to feel her presence even in his state. The doctor followed her gaze, giving Karen a brief nod before turning his attention back to the open mouth of her husband. Plankton's grip on her hand tightened, even in sleep, and she gave a gentle squeeze back. Karen's gaze flitted between her husband's serene face and the crimson-stained cloths being replaced with alarming regularity. Plankton's chest rose and fell rhythmically, a testament to the anesthesia's hold on him. Karen focused on that rhythm; despite the chaos of the surgery, he was still with her. "We're almost done," he said. "We'll just clean up the site and close the incisions." Karen watched as the nurse handed the doctor sutures and gauze. The sight of her husband's mouth, swollen and filled with cotton, brought a fresh wave of anxiety. She squeezed his hand again, willing him to come back to her, to wake up and smile and tell her that it was all over. The doctor's movements grew more methodical as he worked, sewing up the small wounds steady. The nurse cleaned Plankton's face, wiping away the crimson smears with a gentle touch. "Everything went well," he said, his voice a balm to her frazzled nerves. "The anesthesia will wear off in about an hour. We'll keep him here for a bit to monitor his vitals, but you can stay." Karen nodded. The nurse began to wheel him out of the surgical suite, and she followed, her hand still clutching his. In the recovery room, she sat by his side, watching, the monitors beeping in a comforting rhythm. The nurse checked his vitals. She reached out tentatively, brushing a stray antenna. The nurse nodded. "He'll be waking up soon," she murmured. "You can talk to him, if you'd like." Karen leaned in closer to Plankton, her voice a soft whisper. "You did it," she said, voice cracking slightly. "It's all over now." She paused, her thumb still tracing circles on his palm. She talked to him as if he were awake. "I know," she continued. "But you're strong. You've always been a strong one. I'll be here, I promise. I'll always be there." A small, sad smile played on her screen, Plankton none the wiser in his sleep. "But we're going to get through this, I know we are." Plankton's eyebrow furrowing for a moment, Karen thought he might wake up. But his breathing remained deep and even, his body unresponsive to her words. She leaned in closer. "I know you're in there," she murmured. "I know you can feel me." Remember the time you tried to build a giant robot to get the recipe?" She searched his face for any sign of recognition, any flicker of understanding. But he remained still, lost in the depths of anesthesia-induced sleep. "You're going to be ok," she assured him, her voice a gentle caress. "We'll go back to our lives, to our little chum bucket of a home." The nurse checked the monitors and made notes before looking up at Karen. "You can sit with him as long as you like," she said kindly. "Just make sure not to disturb the dressings." "You're going to be ok," she whispered, her voice a gentle lullaby in the otherwise silent room. "You're going to wake up and everything will be better." A trickle of drool began to form at the corner of Plankton's mouth, snaking down his cheek. Karen reached for a tissue, carefully dabbing at the drool without disturbing the surgical dressings, a testament to the depth of his unconsciousness, a sign that his body was working to heal itself even as he slept. She found a strange comfort in the mundane task, a reminder that even in the face of surgery and pain, Plankton was still her Plankton, the one who drooled in his sleep when particularly tired. The drool grew more persistent, and Karen used the edge of the bed to lift his head slightly, placing a fresh pillow under it to keep him comfortable. The nurse nodded approvingly before checking the flow of fluids from the IV. "It's normal," she assured Karen. "His body is just reacting." Karen felt the weight of not knowing if everything would be okay once Plankton woke up. Would he be in pain? Would he remember her? Would he be the same? Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of doubt and hope, a tumultuous sea that threatened to pull her under. But she remained steadfast, her hand never leaving his. She talked to him, sharing stories of their adventures and their future plans, painting a picture of the life they would have once he was well. The nurse moved quietly around the room, giving them space, but Karen could feel her presence, a comforting presence that reminded her she wasn't alone. As the minutes ticked by, Plankton's breathing grew less artificial, more like the easy breaths of sleep. His face began to lose the slackness that the anesthesia had imparted. She searched for any hint of consciousness, and she thought she saw a flicker behind his closed eyelid. "Plankton?" she whispered, leaning in closer. "Can you hear me?" A low groan was his only response, and she felt his hand tighten around hers. The nurse stepped closer, checking the monitors once more. "He's coming around," she said. "Give him a few minutes, and he'll be back with us." "I'm here," she murmured, her voice a gentle hum in the quiet room. "You're ok." The nurse had left, and the only sounds were the rhythmic beeps of the monitors. She took the cloth from the bedside table and gently wiped the remaining drool from Plankton. His grip on her hand grew stronger, and she felt his fingers twitch. "Hey," she said softly, her voice a soothing melody in the sterile air. "You're ok, Plankton. The surgery is over." She didn't want to startle him, so she kept her voice low, her eyes focused on his. "You're in the recovery room now." His eyelid fluttered, and Karen felt a surge of hope. The nurse had warned her that he might be groggy, that the anesthesia could take a while to wear off completely. But she had to keep talking to him, to keep him grounded. "You were so brave," she whispered, her thumb tracing lazy circles on his palm. "The bravest little plankton I know." The hand in hers grew heavier as Plankton's grip tightened, and she knew he was slowly coming back to her. His eye remained closed, but the tension in his face began to change. She watched as his cheek muscles relaxed, the furrow in his brow smoothed out. The nurse had told her first moments after waking up could be disorienting, so she kept her voice calm and steady. "You're in the hospital," she said, her voice a lifeline. "You had your teeth taken out." The room was a blur of beeps and machines, but all she saw was Plankton, her entire world reduced to the man she had promised to take care of. As minutes ticked by, Plankton's breathing grew stronger, and she watched as his eyelid began to twitch. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice a soft coo. "You're doing great." His hand squeezed hers in response, and she felt a jolt of hope surge through her. With a final, deep inhale, Plankton's eye cracked open, swimming in a sea of confusion. His gaze found hers, and she offered him a gentle smile. "Hey," she said, her voice a warm embrace. "You made it." His eyelid fluttered, the weight of sleep and anesthesia still heavy upon him. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice a confused whisper. "Yes, I'm here," she said, her voice a gentle lullaby. She squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip as he surfaced from unconsciousness. "You did so well, Plankton." With painstaking care, she reached for the cup of water the nurse left by the bed. "Do you want some water?" she asked, holding it to his lips. His eye searched hers, took a sip, swallowed, the muscles in his throat moving with the effort. "Take it slow," she advised, her voice soothing. As the moments passed, Plankton's grip on her hand grew stronger. He took another sip of water and then shifted slightly in the bed, his body trying to adjust to the sudden return of sensation. Karen's heart felt as though it would burst with love and relief as she watched him come back to her. "I'm here," she repeated, her voice a constant in the shifting tides of his consciousness. The nurse returned, checking the monitors once more before looking at Plankton with a smile. "Welcome back," she said cheerfully. "How are you?" Plankton's voice was hoarse, but he managed to croak out a response. "Tiwed," he murmured, eye sliding shut again. "That's normal," she said. "He'll be sleepy for a bit, but we'll keep an eye on him." The nurse dimmed the lights and adjusted the bed, giving Plankton's body a chance to recover from the surgery. Gently, she began to hum a tune she knew Plankton loved, a lullaby from their early days together when they had nothing but their dreams and each other. The melody filled the room, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. His breathing grew a little easier, the tension in his hand loosening slightly. It was a small victory, but one she cherished deeply.
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TRUTH AND NAIL ii The nurse returned. "How's he doing?" she asked, checking the monitors. "Just woke up briefly," Karen said, her voice a whisper. "He's still pretty out of it." The nurse nodded, jotting notes on a clipboard. "That's normal," she said. "The anesthesia takes some time to wear off completely. You can take him home now." "But he's still..." The nurse nodded, her voice firm but gentle. "It's normal. He'll be groggy for a bit, but he's stable enough." With her help, Karen managed to rouse Plankton to a semi-conscious state. He blinked at her, his eye unfocused and glazed over. "Tek meโ€ฆโ€ Karen nodded, smiling at his attempt to form coherent words. "Yes, sweetie. We're gonna go.." He sat up with a start, his body moving before his mind caught up, the world tilting and spinning around him. Karen's hand was quick to steady him, her voice a gentle reminder of where he was. "Easy," she said, her voice like a soft pillow for his pounding head. "You're okay." Plankton blinked, his eye trying to focus on her screen. "Wha...wha...wha...?" he stuttered, the words fighting to escape his numb mouth. Karen's smile grew wider, seeing the confusion in his glassy gaze. "It's okay, honey," she cooed, her voice a balm to his bewilderment. "You're just coming out of the anesthesia." He then notices the nurse standing by. "Nurse?" he croaks, his voice hoarse and his tongue thick in his mouth. "Nurse?" he tries again, his voice a bit stronger. The nurse looks over, seeing his struggle to make sense of his surroundings. She smiles, "You're okay, Mr. Plankton. You had a little surgery." Her words are clear, but they hit him like a foggy echo. "Sur...surg...teef?" he slurs, his mouth feeling like it's filled with cotton balls. "Yes, you had your wisdom teeth removed," Karen says, her voice a soothing melody in the white noise of the recovery room. โ€œWhoโ€™s there?โ€ Plankton's voice was a faint rasp. The nurse and Karen exchanged a knowing glance. He was coming around more, but still not fully with it. โ€œItโ€™s me, Plankton,โ€ Karen whispered, leaning closer. Her screen swam into view, a beacon of familiarity in the sea of white. He squinted, trying to focus. โ€œKaren?โ€ he mumbled, his throat dry and raw. โ€œYes, itโ€™s me,โ€ she repeated, her voice a gentle lullaby. โ€œYouโ€™re okay, you just had your wisdom teeth out. Youโ€™re still a little sleepy from the surgery.โ€ Plankton's hand reached up to his face, feeling the swollen jaw and the cottony numbness. โ€œTeef?โ€ he managed to murmur, his voice a gravelly shadow of its usual self. The word felt strange and foreign in his mouth. โ€œWisdom teeth, darling,โ€ Karen reminded him, her tone soothing as a warm blanket. โ€œThey took them out to stop your pain.โ€ โ€œBuh, buth Karen haz aww the teefs?โ€ Plankton's slurred words hang in the air, a question mark painted on his confused expression. Karen laughs lightly with amusement. "No, sweetie. Letโ€™s get you standing up." With the nurseโ€™s help, Karen eases Plankton to his feet. The world swims around him, a blur of white walls and the steady beeping of machines. He tries to stand on legs that feel like jelly. "Easy, darling," Karen says, her arm around him, supporting his weight. "Take it slow." The nurse nods, guiding his elbow. "Just a few steps to the chair." Plankton's legs wobble like a newborn deer's, his feet shuffling along the cold floor. "Tek me ho...ho...home?" he slurs, the words like molasses escaping his mouth. "Soon, baby," Karen soothes, her arm tightening around him. She can feel his confusion like a heavy fog in the air, but she's determined to be his compass in this disoriented state. Plankton's eye darts around the room, trying to make sense of the shapes and sounds. "Wha...wha...where...?" he stammers, his mouth still not fully cooperating. The nurse smiles kindly, "You're in the recovery area. You had a little procedure to take out some teeth, remember?" Karen helps him into a chair, his body moving slowly as if through molasses. His gaze flits to her, his mind still groggy. "Tee...th?" he mumbles, his tongue sluggish in his mouth. Karen nods, her smile warm and comforting. "Wisdom teeth, darling. They're gone." โ€œWav...wav...Karen?โ€ Planktonโ€™s voice was a faint echo. โ€œHow will I eath?โ€ The words were jumbled, his speech a slur. โ€œSoft foods for now, love. Weโ€™ll manage, donโ€™t worry,โ€ she said, her voice like a lullaby. Plankton's head nodded slightly, his eyelid heavy. โ€œThan...thank...you...โ€ he slurred, his speech still a puzzle of sounds as they walk down the corridor.
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NOTHING BUT THE WISDOM TRUTH ii "You're in the recovery room, sweetheart," Karen said, her voice steady and soothing. "You just had wisdom teeth out." Plankton's eye widened slightly, and he nodded, trying to sit up. Karen gently pushed him back down. "Easy," she said. "You need to rest." "But I'm so tired," he mumbled, his voice weak. "I know," Karen said, stroking his forehead with her hand. "But you're doing great. Just stay still for a little while longer. They got all four teeth out without any complications." He nodded, his eye still closed. "Good," he mumbled. "I don't... I don't member any ting." His words were slurred. The anesthesia was definitely still working its magic on him. "It's ok," she said, her voice soothing. "You don't need to.." Plankton's head lolled to the side, and his eyelid grew heavy again. "Karen?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "I'm right here," she assured him, her voice steady and calm. She watched as he tried to lift his hand to wipe at his mouth, but it flopped back down onto the chair's armrest, his fingers brushing against hers. Plankton's eye grew heavy again, and his head lolled to the side. The anesthesia was working its way out of his system, but it was taking its time. She chuckled as she watched him struggle to keep his eye open. "I'm... I'm," Plankton mumbled, his words coming out slurred and sloppy. His eye rolled back in his head, and he let out a snore. "You're a mess," she laughs, her voice filled with love. "But you're my mess." She watched as his chest rose and fell with each snore. It was clear that the anesthesia was still holding him in its grasp, and she knew it would be a while before he was fully awake. Karen couldn't help but laugh at his antics. Plankton's snores grew louder. Karen reached out and gently wiped the line of drool from his mouth with a tissue. He stirred, his eye blinking open again. "You're drooling," she whispered, smiling at him. "What's happening?" he asked, his words slurred. "You're coming out of the anesthesia," Karen said, her voice a lifeline in the haze. "Everything went fine." Plankton's eye searched hers, his thoughts racing. "Mmmy...nesia?" he mumbled. Karen's smile grew, understanding his attempt to ask about his sleep during surgery. "You mean the anesthesia?" Karen couldn't help but chuckle at his endeavor. "You're just a little out of it," she said, her voice gentle. "The anesthesia is wearing off." "Thish...thish ish...shomefinny," Plankton tried to say. "What?" Karen asked, her curiosity piqued by his attempt at speech. "Nothin'." Plankton's words were slurred into a single syllable. He looked utterly lost in the haze. Karen leaned closer. "You sure?" Plankton nodded, his smile lopsided. "Jush...jush glad." Karen couldn't help but laugh at his adorable incoherence. "You're so loopy," she said, her voice filled with affection. She squeezed his hand gently. "I love you." "Ish love...love you too, Karen," he slurred. "I know," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and affection. "Tish...tish hard," Plankton mumbled, his cheeks dimpling with his own private joke. The nurse entered the room, checking his vitals with a knowing smile. "It's normal for patients to be a bit out of it after surgery," she said, scribbling notes on her clipboard. "I'm shorry," he said, words still a jumble. Karen couldn't help but lean in closer, her own smile growing wider. "It's ok," she assured him, her voice gentle. The nurse nodded in agreement, her own smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's quite common," she said, her voice professional but kind. "Ish...Ish...it...over?" he managed to ask, his tongue thick in his mouth. "Yes, sweetheart," Karen said, her voice still filled with love and amusement. "You're all done. They got all your wisdom teeth out." "Thish...thish allll over now-ow." "Almost," Karen said, her voice a gentle melody. "We just need to wait for the anesthesia to wear off a bit more, and then we can go home." Plankton nodded, his eye already drifting shut again. His mouth moved as he attempted to speak, but only slurred sounds came out. Karen leaned in closer, her smile never wavering. "You know, you're pretty chatty for someone who's had their wisdom teeth out." "Ish...Ish always had...shomeshin' to shay," Plankton managed, his speech a series of lisped and elongated sounds. Plankton's eye began to drift closed again, his breathing growing deep and even. The nurse finished her checks and gave Karen instructions for his aftercare. "Make sure he takes it easy," she said. "I will," Karen promised, her screen never leaving Plankton's face. The quiet was filled with the sound of Plankton's snores, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm beneath the blanket. His mouth was still slightly open, and she could see the drool forming at the corner of his lips. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see a text from Mr. Krabs, Plankton's rival at the Krabby Patty. "How's he doing?" it read. "Loopy," she replied with a smiley face. She had told Mr. Krabs about the surgery the day before, and despite their rivalry, he had offered to come visit when they get back home. The nurse poked her head back in, checking the clock on the wall. "Alright, he's ready to go," she said, her smile warm. Karen nodded, standing up and gently shaking Plankton's shoulder. "Come on," she whispered. "Let's get you home." Plankton's eye blinked open slowly, and he looked around the room with confusion. "Home?" he mumbled, his voice still thick. "Yes, we're going home," Karen said, her voice the balm to his disorientation. She helped him to his feet, supporting his weight as he swayed slightly. The drive back home was a blur of sleep. Plankton's head lolled against the car window, the vibration of the engine lulling him to a doze. "You okay?" Karen asked, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. "Yeah," Plankton mumbled, his voice a sleepy rumble. "Just...tiwed." The drive home was quiet, with only the occasional snore piercing the silence. Karen drove carefully, her eyes flicking between the road and the mirror to check on Plankton. She knew he would be out for the count for a while, and his face was still swollen. As they pulled into their driveway, Plankton stirred. "We're home," Karen said, her voice gentle. He nodded, his eye still half-closed. "Home," he murmured. Karen helped him out of the car, his legs wobbly as he tried to find his balance. She wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting him as they made their way, and he leaned into her, his body heavy with fatigue. The house was quiet as they entered, the only sound the occasional tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Karen guided him to the couch, carefully helping him sit down. "Rest here," she said, her voice a gentle command. Plankton nodded, eye closing again. She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and a pillow. "Here," she said, placing the pillow behind his head. He took the glass with a nod, his hand shaking slightly. He took a sip. "Thish...thish ish...good," he managed to say. She knew he was in pain, and the anesthesia was only adding to his confusion. "I'll be right back," she said, her voice a soft whisper. Karen grabbed the pet amoeba puppy, Spot. She carried him back to the living room, where Plankton was slowly coming around. "Look who's here," she said, holding Spot out to him. Spot's blob-like body stretched out in excitement, his little legs waving in the air. Plankton's eye widened at the sight, and a smile spread across his swollen face. "Spot," he murmured, his voice still thick with anesthesia. Karen set Spot on his lap, and the amoeba immediately began to cover him in wet, loving kisses. Plankton chuckled, his hand rising to pet the creature's gelatinous head. "Hey, bubby," he slurred, his speech still compromised. The simple act of touch brought a spark of life to Plankton's eye. "You're good boyth," he said, his voice a mix of affection and pain. Spot's response was a happy wiggle. Karen couldn't help but smile at the sight, Plankton's love for their little amoeba was unwavering. She took a seat beside him, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "Just rest," she said, her voice a soft command. Plankton nodded, his eyes closing again. Spot continued to shower him with affection, his slimy kisses landing on Plankton. Karen watched them for a moment, her heart swelling with warmth. Then she stood up, knowing there was still more to do to ensure Plankton's recovery went smoothly. In the kitchen, she put together a soft meal for him, something that wouldn't irritate his sensitive mouth. She chopped up some fruit into a small bowl and warmed up a cup of soup. The smells of chicken broth and sweet berries filled the air, a comforting aroma that she hoped would ease his pain. When she returned to the living room, Plankton was asleep, Spot curled up with him. She set the food down on the table, the spoon clinking gently against the porcelain bowl. She took a moment to appreciate the peaceful scene before her, the two of them nestled together, the TV playing a low murmur of background noise. Karen decided to let him sleep for a bit longer. Gently, she lifted Spot off Plankton's lap and placed him on the floor. The amoeba pup quickly scuttled back by the couch, but still on the floor. Karen then turned off the TV, not wanting the noise to disturb Plankton's rest. Just as she was about to leave the room to let him sleep, the doorbell rang. It was Mr. Krabs, his beady eyes looking concerned. She opened the door, whispering, "Shh, he's asleep." Mr. Krabs nodded, his usual gruffness replaced with a rare display of compassion. He held a bag of ice. "Thought he might need these," he said, handing them to her. Karen took the bag gratefully. "Thank you," she whispered. "He's in the living room."
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 6 Plankton's eye widen with realization, his memory a jigsaw puzzle with a few missing pieces. "Yeth-terday?" he asks, his voice scratchy with sleep. Karen nods, her smile gentle. "You had surgery yesterday. You're recovering now. Remember?" Plankton's mind fumbles with the memory, like a kite caught in a storm. "I... I think so," he murmurs. โ€œBut what happened after?โ€ Karen's smile doesn't falter. "You don't remember?" she asks, a hint of mischief creeping in. Plankton's expression clouds with concern, his eye searching hers for an answer. "What... what did I do?" His voice is a worried whisper, each word a struggle. Karen's mirth evaporates, replaced with understanding. "You don't remember?" she asks gently, sitting on the edge of the couch. "You had a bit of a... loopy afternoon." Plankton's gaze is a mix of confusion and alarm. "Loopy?" he repeats, his voice weak. "What do you mean, loopy?" He demands, embarrassed. Karen's smile returns, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well," she says, her voice a soothing melody. "You were a bit... out of it. You had a bit of fun with the anesthesia." Plankton's face twists with embarrassment, his hand moving to cover his mouth. "Oh no," he whispers, his voice barely a breath. "What did I say?" His mind races with the potential humiliation. Karen laughs. "Don't worry, you were just a little out of it from the anesthesia," she reassures him, her touch gentle as she adjusts his pillows. "But I recorded some of it," she adds, mischief sparkling in her screen. Plankton's eye widens in horror. "Don't tell me I said anything... foolish," he pleads, his voice weak and thready. Karen's laughter fills the room. "Oh, Plankton," she says, her voice warm and loving. "You were just a bit... confused. Wanna see?" She hit the play button. The TV screen flickers to life, and Plankton's face fills the frame. He's drooling heavily, his expression a mix of wonder and bewilderment. Sponge Bob sits across from him. "I frew," Plankton says on the recording, his eye wide with disbelief. "Wike a birdie!" Plankton's face on the couch is surprised. โ€œWhyโ€™s Sponge Bobโ€ฆโ€ He started, but trails off as the video continues. On the TV, a slurred version of his voice says, โ€œThey goth me all sleeby and thewe I wath flipping and twirling in the wathah!โ€ "Oh no," he whispers from the couch. โ€œI neverโ€ฆโ€ Plankton stops as he sees himself on the screen lean closer to Sponge Bob. His heart races as his slurred words spill out. "I luv to thee youw," he says to Sponge Bob, his face a picture of drunken affection and drool. โ€œYou love to see me?โ€ โ€œOf couth, Squishy! Youw my bestest fwiend evar!โ€ Plankton on the couch is speechless. His cheeks burn with embarrassment as he watches himself on screen, spoon wobbling, drooling, and spilling ice cream. The slurred words of love and friendship to Sponge Bob echo through the room, each syllable a cringe- worthy reminder of his drug-induced confession that he kept to himself, even from Karen. โ€œSweet Squishy. Ith time for nap?โ€ โ€œLetโ€™s get you to the couch.โ€ And the video ends after he snores. Planktonโ€™s cheeks are a blaze of mortification. โ€œYouโ€™re teasing me, right?โ€ he asks, his voice hopeful despite the evidence on the screen. Karenโ€™s laughter is like a warm embrace. โ€œNo, Plankton, you really said that,โ€ she says, her screen twinkling. โ€œBut itโ€™s okay, people say silly things when theyโ€™re coming out of anesthesia. Itโ€™s part of the experience!โ€ Plankton groans, his face buried in his hands. The humiliation burns hotter than the pain in his mouth. โ€œHow could I have said that?โ€ he mumbles into his palms. Karen laughs, the sound a gentle ripple in the quiet room. โ€œItโ€™s okay, Plankton. It was just the medicine talking. You donโ€™t remember?โ€ He lifts his head slowly, his cheeks still blazing with embarrassment. โ€œNo,โ€ he mumbles, his voice muffled by his hands. โ€œBut I canโ€™t believe I said that to Sponge Bob! You think Iโ€™d willinglyโ€ฆโ€ Karen laughs, her eyes shining with affection. โ€œItโ€™s okay, Plankton. Itโ€™s all part of the fun of wisdom teeth surgery!โ€
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 22 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Plankton's mouth moves with his snores, the gauze pads in his mouth muffling the sound, the crimson tinge to the white fabric. His drool pools and runs down the side of his face. Karen watches, her thoughts a tumult of emotion. She's relieved that the procedure went well but torn apart by the knowledge that Plankton's fear was so intense. Her hand remains steadfast on his, her thumb brushing over his skin in gentle circles. The doctor checks his watch, his eyes on Plankton's slack form. "Almost time for him to wake up," he says softly. Karen nods, her heart racing as she braces herself for his reaction. Karen can't help but think about how much he's been through today, and she wonders if he'll ever trust her the same way again. The minutes tick by, each one feeling like an eternity. The only sounds in the room are the steady beeps of the monitors and the soft snores of Plankton's slumber. Karen's hand doesn't stop moving, her thumb tracing comforting patterns on his palm. When Plankton stirs, his antennae twitching slightly, Karen's eyes fill with relief. "Hey, baby," she whispers, her voice a caress. "You're okay." His eye opens slowly, blinking against the light. He looks around, his gaze finally settling on Karen. For a moment, his expression is lost, a swirl of confusion and fear. Then he sees her smile, and the world falls into place. "Huh," he whispers, his voice slurred from the anesthesia. Karen's smile widens. The numbness in his mouth is a strange, disconnected sensation, like his teeth are floating in a sea of cotton. Plankton tries to sit up, his movements clumsy and slow. Karen's hand on his shoulder is firm but gentle, guiding him back down. "Easy, sweetie," she says. The doctor nods, his expression a blend of concern and reassurance. "Just give it a few more minutes," he says. "Let the anesthesia wear off a bit more." Plankton's eye focuses on her, his mind fuzzy. The gauze in his mouth feels like a soggy sponge, absorbing the blood from his teeth. He tries to talk, but his words are muted and garbled. "Ma-" Karen nods, her smile understanding. "I know, baby. It'll be okay." The doctor checks the monitors, his expression calm. "Looks like you're coming out of it," he says. "Just a few more minutes." Karen nods, her hand still on Plankton's. Plankton's body feels strange, his movements sluggish. The numbness of his mouth spreads to his cheeks, his face feeling swollen and alien. He tries to talk. "Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-" Karen understands his attempt at words. She leans closer, smiling gently. "It's okay, sweetie. You're okay." Her voice is a soothing song, a balm to his fearful soul. His tongue feels like a thick slab of meat, unresponsive and foreign. The drool continues to flow. Plankton's gaze moves from Karen to the doctor, his eye wide and searching. "Wheh...what...whath happen'd?" he mumbles around the gauze, his mouth feeling like it's filled with cotton. His tongue is a dead weight, refusing to form words. Karen's smile is a lifeline in the fog of his confusion. "You had a little procedure," she says, her voice gentle. "The wisdom teeth are out." Plankton's antennae twitch, trying to remember the conversation that had led to this. The fear is a distant memory now, dulled by the anesthesia. His mouth feels strange, unfamiliar. He reaches up to touch his swollen cheek, his hand shaky and clumsy. "Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma--" He tries to form words, his mind still sluggish. Karen's eyes are full of love and concern as she gently takes his hand. "It's okay," she says. "The numbness will go away soon." Plankton nods, his head lolling slightly as his body adjusts to the lack of sensation. His drool pools on the gauze pads, the saliva spilling over onto his chin. He's vaguely aware of the mess he's making, but the fear has been replaced by a dull, heavy weight. The doctor's voice is a comforting murmur in the background, talking to Karen about aftercare and pain management. Karen's hand is still in his, her fingers tight around his own. He tries to squeeze back, but his hand feels floppy and unresponsive. "K-Karen wiww I...?" he slurs, his thoughts still tangled. Her eyes are warm with comfort. "You're going to be fine," she assures him, wiping away a stray drop from the corner of his mouth. "We'll go home soon." He perks up. "Thoon?" The doctor nods. "We'll keep an eye on him for a bit longer," he says. "But you can take him home once he's more awake." Karen nods, her thumb continuing to trace gentle circles on his palm. Plankton's eye is glazed with the remnants of anesthesia, but his antennae twitch with excitement. The room spins around Plankton, the walls a blur. He tries to sit up again, his body fighting against the lingering effects of the drugs. Karen's grip is firm but loving, keeping him anchored to the chair. "Just a bit longer," she soothes. His mouth feels like a cavern, the gauze thick and unyielding. He tries to speak, his tongue a traitor against his will. "Doeth...doeth it huth?" The words come out garbled, a nonsensical string of syllables. Karen nods, her smile understanding. "Your mouth will feel funny for a bit," she explains, her voice a soothing hum. "It's normal, just give it some time." Her thumb keeps moving, a small, reassuring gesture. The doctor's words drift in and out of Plankton's awareness. "You'll have to take it easy for a few days," he's saying. "No crunchy foods, lots of ice for the swelling." Karen nods, her eyes on Plankton's face as she listens. Plankton's tongue is a sluggish weight in his mouth, his teeth a distant memory beneath the cottony numbness. He tries to form a full sentence. "Muh...muh...muh... Yith?" Plankton's voice is a garbled mess, the words sticking to his numb tongue like glue. Karen's heart squeezes in her chest as she tries not to laugh. "What did you say, sweetie?" He sighs, frustrated, his antennae drooping. "I thaid, doth Chip know?" His speech is still slurred, the words coming out like a drunken mumble. Karen nods. "He's waiting outside," she says. "He's been worried about you." The mention of Chip seems to anchor him. His eye brightens, the confusion in it clearing slightly. "Chip," he murmurs. Karen smiles. "Yes, Chip," she repeats, her voice a soft echo. "You remember now?" Plankton's antennae twitch in affirmation. "Muh...mouth." Karen nods, her expression full of understanding. "It's okay," she says. "Your mouth will feel normal again soon." The doctor's voice is a steady stream of instructions, his words a lifeline in Plankton's foggy reality. "Keep the gauze in for an hour, chew gently to keep the blood flowing," he says, his tone calm and soothing. Plankton nods, his eye unfocused. Karen's hand is a comforting weight on his shoulder, her voice a lullaby as she repeats the instructions back to him. "We'll go get some ice cream," she says, her tone hopeful. "Something soft and sweet to help your mouth feel better. Ready to meet Chip out in the lobby?" Plankton nods, his movements jerky and awkward. The numbness in his mouth still lingers, his tongue a dead weight as he tries to speak. "I-I...finks...sho." His voice is a slurred mess, but the meaning is clear. Karen laughs gently, her hands moving to help him sit up. "Let's go, then," she says, her voice filled with relief and love. Plankton's eye widens slightly as he takes in his surroundings, his movements still slow and sluggish. The doctor nods, his expression a mix of pride and sympathy. Her arm is around him, supporting his weight as she helps him stand up.
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 23 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Plankton's legs feel like jelly, his movements exaggerated as he tries to follow her lead. His tongue is a clumsy thing in his mouth, his teeth a strange, unfamiliar landscape. "C-Chip," he stammers, his speech still slurred. Karen nods, her smile warm and encouraging. "Let's go," she says, her arm around him. The hallway is a blur of colors and sounds. His antennae twitch, trying to make sense of the world around him. Chip is in the lobby, his eyes wide with worry as he sees them. He rushes forward, his movements cautious. "What happeโ€”" But Plankton is a mess of gauze, his words still lost as he interrupts his son. "Hi-Hi-Hi-Hiโ€”" He stammers, his voice a slurred mess. Chip's eyes widen with concern, taking in his father's swollen face and the crimson-soaked pads in his mouth. He swallows hard, his voice trembling. "Dad?" Karen steps in, her voice firm but gentle. "He just had his wisdom teeth taken out," she explains. "His mouth is still numb." Chip nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face. Plankton tries to smile around the gauze, his antennae waving in an awkward attempt at reassurance. "T-thank you," he slurs, his voice muffled by the pads. Chip's eyes fill with tears at the sight of his father, his heart heavy with a mix of pity and love. They make their way slowly to the car, Karen's supportive arm around Plankton's waist. His legs feel like rubber, his body still fighting the lingering effects of the anesthesia. "M-muh...m-m-mouth," he mumbles, his tongue a sluggish beast in his mouth. Karen laughs softly, her hands guiding him gently. "You'll be okay," she says, her voice a warm embrace. "Let's get you in the back with Chip." She opens the door to the back. Plankton slumps into his seat, the numbness in his mouth spreading to his cheeks. His tongue is a thick, unresponsive slab, refusing to cooperate. Karen buckles him in, her eyes full of love and concern. "Just relax, baby," she whispers. "We'll be home soon." She starts the car, the engine purring to life. Chip sits by him in the seat. The world outside the window is a blur of colors, each one more vivid than the last. Plankton tries to keep his eye open, his antennae twitching with the effort. But the weight of the anesthesia is too much. His eyelid droops, the lid feeling like heavy curtains that refuse to stay up. Karen's voice is gentle. "You okay, sweetie?" she asks, glancing in the rearview mirror. But Plankton's eye is closing, the weight of the anesthesia too great to fight. "J-just tiwed," he mumbles, his speech still thick and slurred. "S-sleep, must shay awake?" Karen's voice is a warm whisper. "It's okay," she says. Plankton's head lolls against the seat, his antennae drooping. "Chip and I are here. We'll watch over yo-" But her words are lost as Plankton's eyelid gives way to the seductive pull of sleep. His breaths deepen, his snores a gentle accompaniment to the hum of the engine. Chip's gaze is filled with concern, his hand tentative as he touches his father's arm. "Dad?" His voice is a soft question, but Plankton doesn't stir. The car sways gently with the road's undulations, a lullaby that Plankton's exhausted body can't resist. Karen's eyes flicker to the mirror, a sigh escaping her lips. She knows the importance of rest for him now, his system still reeling from the surgery and the overwhelming emotions of the day. She keeps driving, her hands steady on the wheel. "It's okay, Chip," she says. "Let him sleep." Chip nods, his expression a mix of relief and worry. He watches his father's chest rise and fall, the steady rhythm of his breathing a testament to the peace he's found in slumber. His hand remains on Plankton's arm, a silent pledge of support. Yet Plankton sleeps on, oblivious to the world outside. The car ride home is quiet, the only sounds the hum of the engine and Plankton's snores. Karen drives with a gentle touch, each bump in the road a reminder of the fragile recovery her husband is experiencing. She glances in the mirror every few minutes, checking on him and Chip. Chip sits next to his father, his hand resting lightly on Plankton's arm. He's torn between watching the scenery fly by and keeping vigil over the man he loves. His heart thuds with every snore, his mind racing with worries and questions. Is he okay? Why can't he stay awake? The car's air conditioning blows gently on Plankton's face, his antennae muscles twitching against the coolness. His eye opens briefly, his gaze unfocused. "Ch-Chip?" His voice is a faint rasp, the remnants of sleep clinging to his words. "I'm right here, Dad," Chip says, his voice filled with concern. Plankton's eyelid flickers, battling the weight of slumber. The world is a swirl of colors and light, his brain struggling to make sense of it all. He tries to sit up, his body stiff from the lingering anesthesia. "Home?" he mumbles. Karen's eyes meet his in the mirror, her smile soft. "Almost, baby," she says, her voice a gentle lull. "Just a little bit longer." Her eyes flick back to the road, her grip on the steering wheel steady. Plankton's eyelid droops again, his head rolling slightly to the side. His antennae twitch with the effort to stay conscious, but the pull of sleep is too much. Chip's grip on his arm tightens, his voice a soft alarm. "Dad, stay with me." Plankton's eye opens a crack, his gaze unfocused. "M-m-m'kay," he mumbles, his speech still slurred. But the fight is lost almost immediately, his eye closing once more. The car sways with the road, a gentle rocking motion that seems to call to him, urging him back to sleep. Each snore is deeper than the last, his body succumbing to the sleep. Karen's eyes remain on the road, her thoughts a silent vigil. Chip's hand moves to his father's shoulder, his touch light but firm. "Wake up, Dad," he whispers, his voice a gentle prod. But Plankton's body resists, his head rolling back into the comfort of the seat. "Dad, wake up," Chip tries again, his tone more insistent this time. Plankton's eye opens a slit, the world swimming into focus briefly before slipping away again. "Wh-whath?" he murmurs, his voice a slurred mess. "Almost home," Karen says, her voice soothing. "Just stay awake a little longer." But the drugs are too powerful, the sedative's grip too tight. His eye closes again, his head falling back onto the headrest with a soft thunk. Chip watches, his heart racing, his hand still gripping his father's shoulder. "Come on, Dad," he whispers, his voice desperate. "Don't go to sleep." Karen's eyes meet his in the mirror, a look of understanding. "It's okay, Chip," she says. "Let him rest." The car pulls into the driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. Plankton's eye flutters open, his gaze unfocused. "Home," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper. Karen's eyes are filled with gentle concern as she turns off the engine. "Let's get you inside," she says, her voice a comforting balm. Chip's hands are already moving, helping his father unbuckle his seatbelt. Plankton's movements are slow and clumsy, his body still not fully his own. His legs wobble as he tries to stand, his eye glazed with the lingering effects of the anesthesia. "Easy, Dad," Chip says, his voice steady and firm. Karen opens the passenger side door, her arms ready to catch him if he falls. Plankton's sleeping body sags into her embrace. She helps him to his feet, yet Plankton's snores punctuate the air like a soft metronome. Chip rushes around to the other side, his arms slipping under his father's shoulders. "I got you," he says, his voice shaking with the weight of his words. Plankton's body is a dead weight, his snores deep and even. Karen's eyes are filled with a mix of pride and concern as she watches her son take charge. "Let's get you to the couch," she says, guiding them both. The house is quiet, the only sounds their footsteps and Plankton's snores. They manage to get him to the couch, his body slumping into the cushions. Karen pulls the gauze from his mouth, the stains of blood and saliva telling the tale of his journey. His cheeks are swollen and bruised, a testament to the battle his mouth just endured. "Chip, grab some ice," she instructs, her voice calm. "We'll need to keep the swelling down." Chip nods, his movements swift as he disappears into the kitchen. The sound of ice cubes clinking against plastic is a sharp contrast to the quiet snores that fill the room. "Wake up, sweetie," she says, her voice a soft coax. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye opening slowly. He tries to focus, but the world is a blur of colors and shapes. Karen's face swims into view, her smile a beacon of comfort. "Ice," she says. Chip appears, a bag of crushed ice in his hand. He gently presses it to Plankton's cheek, the coldness a stark contrast to the warmth of his mother's touch. "Tanks," Plankton whispers, his speech still slurred. His hand moves to the bag, his fingers trembling. But this time he doesn't tremble from being overwhelmedโ€”it's from the relief of being home, of being safe with his family.
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BRAIN CHIP pt. 1 (By NEUROFABULOUS) It was an accident. Plankton fell on his head from the roof as his head landed on the sidewalk. Karen rushed over to the now unconscious form as she watched the accident unfold. "Oh no, Plankton, what have you done?" she exclaimed, picking him up and going back inside to rest him on the couch. She laid him down carefully, his head cradled in a pillow. He was breathing, yet his eye remained shut. She lightly tapped his cheek, whispering his name, "Plankton, can you hear me?" There was no response. He is out cold. Should she call for help, or wake him gently? She chose the latter. "Plankton, darling," she said softer than before, stroking his hand, "please wake up. Come on, Plankton," she murmured. Karen waited. Then, Plankton's eyelid twitched. A faint groan escaped him as he regains consciousness. His hand reached for his head. Karen's eyes widened with relief as she saw his eye begin to open, revealing a slit of confusion. "It's ok," she soothed, squeezing his hand gently. "You had a fall." He winced, his hand moving from his head to hers, holding it tightly. "What happened?" he managed. "You slipped and fell," Karen explained, trying to keep the panic from her voice. "You hit your head." Plankton's eye widens, taking in his surroundings. The familiar living room swam before him as he attempted to sit up. Karen helped, her hands steadying him. He winced again. "Easy, love," she cautioned, hands on his shoulders. "Let's take this slow." Plankton nodded as he repeated her words, "Easy, love." The echo of his voice was faint but it grew. "Take this slow," he whispered to himself. Karen looked at him with concern, noticing his strange behavior. "Plankton, are you ok?" she asked, her voice tight. His eye searched hers. "Ok, Karen," he said. This wasn't something she'd heard from him before. "You're just a bit shaken up, that's all," she assured. But Plankton just nodded, repeating her words. "Shaken up. That's all." The phrase seemed to soothe him, his grip on her hand loosening slightly as he focused on her voice. Karen studied his face, noticing the glazed look in his eye. He wasn't just echoing her; he was stuck on her words, his mind unable to form his own thoughts. "Plankton," she said, her voice quivering, "tell me what you're thinking. What do you remember?" "Thinking," he echoed, his gaze flickering as he searched his own mind. "Remember," he managed, his words choppy and disjointed. "What do you remember, Plankton?" she pressed. He took a deep, shuddering breath, his eye searching hers for answers she didn't have. "Fell. Sidewalk. Pain," he said, his voice trailing off as he tried to piece together the moments before the darkness had claimed him. "Yes," Karen said, nodding. "You fell. Do you remember anything else?" Plankton's eye searched hers, his brow furrowed. "Fell. Pain. You." The repetition was unnerving, but she clung to the fact that he'd managed to form a coherent response. "That's right," she said, her voice steady. "You fell and hurt your head. But what were you doing before?" His head tilted slightly, as if the question was a puzzle piece he couldn't fit into the jigsaw of his memory. "Doing," he echoed. "Doing before?" "Yes," Karen prompted, her voice soft but firm. "What were you doing before you fell?" Plankton's mind raced, trying to retrieve the lost moments. His eye flickered before finally settling on hers. "Before. Before," he repeated, his voice gaining speed. "I was on the roof. Ok, Plankton. The Plankton on the roof. Before, before," he stumbled over the words, the phrase looping in his head like a broken record. Karen felt a cold shiver run down her spine. "Plankton, honey, can you tell me more?" she prodded gently, her voice trembling. "Tell me more, tell me more," he echoed, the words now a rapid-fire chant. He started to sit up again, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. The pain in his head seemed to have lessened, replaced by a desperate need to repeat. "On the roof," he blurted out, his voice stronger now, the phrase taking hold. "Roof. Roof. On the roof before." Why is he doing this? "Plankton, can you tell me what you were doing on the roof?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing. "Roof. Roof," he murmured, his eye locking onto hers. "Doing roof. Doing roof," he repeated, but she knew she had to keep him talking. "Yes, you were doing something on the roof," Karen urged, her voice gentle but firm. "What was it, Plankton?" His eye searched the room, as if the answer was hiding behind the curtains. "Fixing," he finally said, his voice clearer. "Fixing the roof." Her screen lit up with hope. "Yes, you were fixing the roof," she confirmed, her voice steadier now. "Do you remember why you were up there?" Plankton's eye searched hers, his mind racing. "Fixing. Roof," he murmured again, the words like a lifeline. "Fixed the leak." The revelation came suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped in his brain. The leak had been causing trouble for weeks, and he'd finally decided to tackle it today. The memory was faint, but it grew clearer as he spoke. Karen's grip on his hand tightened. "Good, you fixed the leak," she encouraged, her voice steady. "Do you remember how you got down?" "Down," he echoed, his mind spinning as he recalled the ladder, the shaky descent. "Fall. Down. Fall down." "Plankton," Karen said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's wrong?" He didn't answer her question. Instead, he looked confused. "Wrong? Provided adequate response, yet how wrong?" Karen's mind raced as she tried to understand. "Your speech, Plankton. It's... it's different," she managed, her voice trembling. "It's ok," she assured him, not wanting to alarm him further. But Plankton's behavior grew more erratic. He began to rock back and forth slightly. "Plankton, honey, are you ok?" Karen asked, her voice laced with worry as she observed his sudden onset of repetitive motions. He didn't acknowledge her question; instead, he kept rocking back and forth, his hands fluttering at his sides. His eye remained focused on a spot on the wall, unblinking. "Roof. Fix. Leak," he muttered, his words staccato, rhythmic. The tension in the room grew as Karen watched him. Karen's mind raced. The stimming was a sign of overwhelming stress or anxiety, but she had never seen him do this before. She leaned closer. "Plankton," she whispered, placing her hand on his arm to get his attention. His eye snapped to her, the rocking stopping abruptly. "Wrong," he said, his voice still strange, his words choppy. "Worry. Not ok. Karen." Karen's breath hitched. "Plankton, yo--" Her words were cut off by his sudden jerking movement. He began to stim, his hands flapping in front of him. The sight of her husband, a man she knew so well, now lost in a world of his own, was almost too much to bear. "It's ok," she murmured, her voice shaky, trying to keep the situation under control. But his stimming intensified, his body now matching the erratic rhythm of his speech. "You're ok," she said, touching his arm, but he snapped. "No, Karen," Plankton said, his voice rising in pitch. "Not ok." The flapping grew faster, his eye unfocused. "Plankton, please," she begged, her voice thick with tears. "Tell me what's happening." She says, grabbing his hands to hold them still. But her touch seemed to only fuel his distress. "No," he says. "Karen, it!" The sudden sharpness in his tone made her flinch. She had never heard him speak that way. It was as if he was a different person. "What do you mean, 'no'?" Karen asked, her voice trembling as she held on tighter. Plankton's body grew rigid, his stimming increasing in intensity. "No touch," he said firmly, pulling his hands from her grasp. His words were still fragmented, but the meaning was clear. Karen's eyes filled with tears. "Plankton, please," she pleaded, reaching for him again. But he recoiled, his movements quick and jerky. "Karen. No," he stammered, his voice laced with fear. But she grabbed his shoulders. "What's wrong, Plank..." Her words were lost as Plankton's body began to convulse with fear, his stimming now a full-blown defense mechanism. "No," he yelled, his voice piercing the quiet room. "Karen, pain! Not safe! Karen harm Plankton scared! No hurt Plankton!" Karen's eyes widened, her own fear spiking at his sudden terror. Her hands hovered in the air, unsure of what to do. "Plankton, it's ok," she said, taking a step back. "I..." But he was beyond consolation, his body a whirlwind of chaotic movements. "Karen bad," he whispered, his voice trembling as much as his limbs. "Karen hurting Plankton. Plankton scared." This wasn't her Plankton. The love and trust in his eye had been replaced by something wild and uncertain. She took another step back, her own hands now shaking. "I'm not hurting you," she said, desperation seeping into her words. "I'm trying to he-" Her sentence was cut short as Plankton's body tensed further. His stimming grew erratic, his legs kicking rapidly. "No," he yelled, his voice now unrecognizable. "Karen no good. Karen stop. Not safe." Karen's screen filled with horror. What had happened to her husband? He looked at her with a fear she had never seen before, his trust replaced with a primal instinct to escape. She took another step back, her voice shaking. "Plankton, it's me," she whispered. But he didn't seem to hear her. Instead, a strange, low humming noise began to emanate from his throat. The hum grew in volume, filling the room with a sound that seemed to resonate with distress. "No," he murmured. "Karen, pain, bad." "Plankton," she called softly, using his name to anchor him. He stopped his erratic movements, his body slowly calming. The humming grew quieter, the fear in his eye fading slightly. She took another step closer, her hand outstretched. "You're ok," she whispered, her voice as soft as a lullaby. "You're safe."
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"We removed Plankton's wisdom teeth. He's still asleep, you can stay with him." Said the oral surgeon to Karen. They've just finished and lead Karen into the room. Plankton is lying in the hospital bed, his face a mask of peace, the only signs of the recent surgery being the gauze in his mouth and the drool seeping out the side. His cheeks are slightly swollen, and she wonders when he'll wake up. The doctor said it could take a while. The IV line snakes up his arm. Karen pulls a chair up beside the bed. She takes his hand and holds it gently, feeling the warmth of his skin contrast with the coolness of her own palm. The room is sterile, the air conditioning humming steadily in the background. The faint smell of disinfectant fills the space. She looks around the room, noticing the monitors beeping in rhythm with Plankton's breathing and heart rate. The nurse comes in and checks the machines, making a few quiet notes on a clipboard. She smiles at Karen, "He's doing well. Just let him sleep. It's the best thing right now." Karen nods, squeezing Plankton's hand slightly, willing him to feel her presence. She wonders what dreams he's having, if any, behind his closed lid. Time seems to crawl as Karen watches him sleep. She tries to read a book, but the words blur together. Her thoughts drift to their lives before this moment, their shared laughter, their arguments, the quiet moments of understanding. Her gaze lingers on his swollen cheeks, his chest rising and falling with each breath. A soft groan escapes his lips and his eye begins to flutter open. Slowly, Plankton comes to, his vision blurred by the anesthesia's last hangover. He blinks, trying to focus on Karen's face. She sets aside her book and smiles at him, her screen welcoming him back to the world of the conscious. "Hi," she says softly. "How are you feeling?" Plankton makes a sound that's somewhere between a whine and a grunt. His eye wanders the room before finally settling on hers. "What...what happened?" he slurs, the words barely audible through the gauze. Karen's smile widens a bit. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, remember?" He nods slightly. The nurse reappears, checking his vitals again with a gentle touch. "Time to go home," she says, removing the gauze. They make their way out of the hospital, Karen supporting Plankton gently as he stumbles, his legs still wobbly from the anesthesia. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the parking lot. Karen helps Plankton into the car, buckling him in and adjusting the seat so he can lean back and rest. He nods off almost immediately, his breathing evening out as the car starts and they pull away from the hospital. The drive home is quiet, Plankton's snores punctuating the hum of the engine. Karen keeps glancing over, checking on him, her concern etched into every line on her screen. The pain medication is strong, keeping him in a half-awake state. Each time he wakes, he looks around, disoriented, before his eye finds hers and his expression relaxes. Once they arrive, Karen guides him to the couch, his body feeling heavier than ever before. He slumps into the cushions and she grabs the ice pack from the cooler. "Hold this to your cheeks," she instructs, placing the cold compress against his skin. He nods obediently, his eye already glazing over with the promise of sleep. The TV flickers on, its blue light washing over the room. Karen finds a sitcom they both enjoy, hoping the familiar laughter will ease his pain and keep them both company. But Plankton's snores soon overpower the TV's audio, his head lolling to the side. She smiles, knowing he's in a deep slumber, and covers him with a blanket. The house is eerily quiet except for the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Karen moves around the kitchen, preparing a soft meal for when he wakes, her mind racing with thoughts of what the next few days will be like. Plankton's recovery will be slow, but she's ready to take care of him. She's his rock, his support, and she'll do anything to help him feel better.
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SPOT AND THE JELLYFISH CIRCUS "Will it hurt?" Plankton asks. The dentist administer anesthesia. "There, might feel funny for a while you fall asleep." Plankton's mind started to wander conjuring random thoughts. "Karen, you think abou- opening a jellyfish circus?" he giggled, words slurred by anesthesia. Karen smiled. "Jellyfish juggling jellies and seahorse trapeze artists," he continued, eye twinkled with a child like wonder as he imagined. The dentist chuckled as he prepared. "I'm sure it'd be quite the show, Plankton," he said. "And hav- a sea cucumber clown car! They squish in and out, all fish laugh!" Plankton's giggles grew, speech slurring a jumble of words. "Oooh, look at the squid in the corner," he pointed with a wobbly hand. "It's playing the accordion with tentacles! It's so... squishy!" The anesthesia was working. "And the star of the show," Plankton announced dramatically, "would be a dolphin... riding a dolphin! They'd do flips and twirls and... and... and synchronized bubble blowing!" Karen'd never seen him like this before. "What's next?" Plankton's body grew limp, eye glazed over and his words became gentle, rhythmic mumble. "Oh, octopus tightrope walker," Plankton murmured, eyelid growing heavier. "Wearing a top hat... and... hat!" His voice faded to a soft chuckle. Karen kissed Plankton's forehead."I'm here." The nurse leaned closer, voice hushed. "It's almost time for the extraction," she said. "You'll be feeling sleepy." Plankton nods, eye half-closed as anesthesia tightened grip. The world grew fuzzier, distant, muffled by thick blanket of sedation enveloped. "Don't forget clownfish," he mumbled now barely coherent. "They'd juggle... jellyfish... jellyfish... jellyfish... jellyfish..." "Plankton, you're gonna start falling asleep," Plankton nodded, eye fully closed. "Jellyfish... juggling... so... beautiful." His voice was distant whisper. "Don't worry," Karen assured, her hand stroking his as his mind drifted further into the abyss of anesthesia. "And the... the... jellyfish... they're... Why's everyth-ing... so... slow?" Plankton's words trailed off in to gentle snore as his mind succumbed to the anesthesia's embrace. He stilled, breathing now deep and even. The nurse checked monitors, nodding in satisfaction. "He's out. Let's get started." Plankton's snores grew deeper. His chest rose and fell, dreamless sleep continued, uninterrupted, blissfully unaware of extraction, his mouth slightly open as gentle sounds of his snoring filled the room. The once-trembling now lay still against his chair. Whence surgery complete, the nurse dabbed Plankton's mouth with putting gauze the extraction sites. The anesthesia done its job, leaving him completely unaware of the procedure. The dentist sutured gum, swift and precise. "He'll be out for another twenty minutes or so," the dentist said, placing the last stitch with a gentle precision. "The anesthesia wear off gradually." Karen nodded, hand still in Plankton's. "Thank you, Doctor," she said. "He's going to be just fine," he assured her, smile warm comforting. "He'll be back to his usual self though you can expect him to still be under lingering influence of anesthesia, as he may act funny for today." Karen nodded, unable to resist press another gentle kiss to Plankton's forehead. "Thank you," she whispered. Karen took the opportunity. "Hey, Plankton," she called softly, her voice a gentle lilt. "Wake up, sweetie. It's all done." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly. "C'mon, Plankton," Karen cooed. "Time to wake. Spot is waiting for you back at the Chum Bucket." Plankton stirred, snores morphing. "Spot... jellyfish... circus... Amoeba puppy... circus...?" "That's right, first, you need to wake. Can you for me?" "Jellyfish... juggling... so... sleepy," he murmured. Karen watched closer. Plankton's snores grew quieter. "Jug...gling... jellyfish... Spot?" His voice was a faint rumble. His eye fluttered open, revealing a dazed look as he finally woke. "Wha... whath 'appen?" "Your wisdom teeth came out, Plankton," she said. "You been sleeping through. You had quite the dream coming out of it, it seems," she said, her voice filled with affectionate amusement. Plankton blinked, circus slowly fading from his mind. He looked around coming back. "Jellyfish... circus?" he mumbled, voice thick with remnants of anesthesia. Karen chuckled and squeezed his hand. "You were talking about it," she said with mirth. "It was quite the show." Plankton tried to sit up. "Easy now," she said. "Take it slow. You might feel woozy." With the doctor's nod, Karen helped Plankton up, arm supporting his wobbly frame. As they left, he leaned heavily on Karen as they made their way to the car. Once in the passenger seat, Plankton leaned back, eye fluttering. "Jellyfish circus..." he mumbled to himself, slurred and faint. Karen's pulling out of the parking lot. Plankton's eyelid grew heavier, the gentle sway of the car lulling him in and out of sleep. "Jellyfish... so... floaty," he mumbled. "And the... the sea cucumber car... it squished." "Still thinking about your circus, huh?" Karen said, glancing. Plankton's eye remained closed. "Mmhmm," he murmured. "The squid... playing... accordion... so... squishy. And starfish acrobats," he murmured, dreamy. "They'd spin... so fast... like... like... jellyfish... jellyfish..." His head lolled to the side, snoring interrupting the flow of his thoughts. "It's doing... it's doinโ€™ the waltz... underwater... waltz... with jellyfish... so... so graceful." His voice grew softer with each word until it was a mere murmur, and then silence fell, broken only by the gentle sounds of his occasional snore. Karen glanced over at him. "I think you've had enough circus for today," she said. Plankton's snores grew more frequent. Karen's smile grew as she drove. The sight of her husband's twitching and his mouth moving in sleep was a peculiarly endearing sight. As they pulled into the Chum Bucket's parking lot, Plankton stirred. Karen helped him out of the car, his legs wobbly and unsteady as they made their way into their home. Spot, the amoeba puppy, oozed his way over, his single-celled body moving with surprising grace. He wagged his tiny gelatinous tail, his simple eyes lighting up with joy. Plankton's slurred words grew clearer as he saw Spot. "Hey ther- buddy," he mumbled, hand reaching out to pat the blob-like creature. "Jellyfish circus. Can you juggle?" Spot stared up at him. He didn't have tentacles but that didn't stop Plankton's imaginative ramblings. "You'd be the besht juggling in the whole circus." He leaned down to tickle the amoeba's blob-like body. "Wouldn't you, boy?" Spot oozed closer, his gelatinous body quivering in response to the attention. He looked up at Plankton seemingly understanding. "Let's get you to bed," Karen said, guiding him with a firm but gentle touch, Plankton still not fully under his control. "Look, Karen, the... the... jellyfish are... are... dancing!" His laugh was soft, sleepy chuckle. She helped him, propping his head up. Spot hopped onto the bed and curled up next to him, a comforting presence. "Now you stay put, and let those teeth heal." Plankton nodded, his eye already drifting shut again. "Jellyfish... circus... so... so... restful," he mumbled. Karen pulled the blankets up and kissed him on the forehead. "Sleep tight, sweetie," she whispered. Eventually, Plankton blinked his eye open. His mouth felt thick and strange, gauze a foreign presence. He looked around, his gaze landing on Spot, under his arm. "Wha... whath... happen'd?" Karen looked up. "You're awake," she said. "How do you feel?" He reached up to feel his mouth. "Don't," Karen warned gently, placing her hand on his. "You're ok, Plankton. You had wisdom teeth removed." He nodded, the memory of the jellyfish circus faded. "Thath... that was... was... today?" Drool pools at the corner of Plankton's mouth as he blinked groggily, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Karen nods. "Yes, it was," she said, voice soothing. "You've been out for a while. Do you remember anything?" Plankton's eye squinted as he tried to recall. "No," he murmured. "It's all... blurry. I remember being in the dentist's chair." He shifted his weight moving awkwardly as the gauze in his mouth made speaking difficult. "What... what after that?" "You talked about a jellyfish circus." Plankton's eye widened slightly. "Jellyfish... circus? Absurd!" he murmured, trying to remember attempt to pull memories from depths of subconscious. "I... don't remember that." Karen chuckled, her voice a gentle reminder of his delirious ramblings. Plankton slumped in embarrassment. "I... I must've been out of my mind," he said, his voice still thick with the aftermath. "But it was also kind of sweet seeing you relaxed and happy." "I... I don't even know whewe that came from," he murmured. "Hope no one else heard," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the gauze. "Do you need anything?" Karen asked. "Just... rest," Plankton murmured, eye shut again. Karen stood up and went to the kitchen, her mind racing with the rare glimpse into the whimsical side of the usually cunning and scheming Plankton. She grabbed a bowl of chum and a spoon, making sure it was soft enough for him to eat. When she returned, Plankton was still, chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. She set the bowl down on the nightstand and took a seat next to the bed, never leaving his face. The room was quiet, save for his occasional snore. Karen sat by the bedside, watching Plankton sleep. "Jellyfish circus," she murmured to herself, a smile playing. "Who knew you had such imagination..."
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SPONGEBOB OVERLOAD 2/2 (By NEUROFABULOUS) Plankton's memory was a jumble of images and sounds, but he recaled the confrontation with Mr. Krabs, the spatula, and the pain. He sat up slowly, his head spinning. The pain was intense, but his mind was racing even faster. Plankton looked around the room, his eye trying to make sense of the scene. The Chum Bucket was a mess, his usual order thrown into chaos. Karen's face was a blur of concern, and Sponge Bob hovered close by, his expression filled with a mix of fear and pity. Plankton's mind raced, his thoughts scattered like sand in a storm. He felt a deep disconnect from the world around him, as if he was watching a play in which he was a reluctant participant. His head throbbed, but not just from the blow. It was the pressure of his own thoughts, his brain working overtime to process what had just occurred. Karen noticed the confusion in his expression and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You had an accident, sweetie," she said softly. "It's okay. You're home now." Plankton's eye darted around the room, his mind struggling to understand the sudden shift in his reality. The noise was overwhelming, each sound a needle pricking his sensitive nerves. "Karen," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What's happening?" Her gaze softened. "You got hurt, Plankton," she explained gently. "But the science fair," he mumbled, his thoughts jumbled. Karen's expression grew even more concerned. "The science fair can wait, Plankton," she soothed. But Plankton's mind was stuck in a loop, repeating her words. "The science fair can wait Plankton," he echoed, his voice frail and distant. Karen's eyes grew wet with worry. "Yes, dear," she said, stroking his arm. "Your wellbeing is more important." Plankton's eye narrowed as he repeated her words, his voice a mix of stubbornness and determination. "Wellbeing is important," he murmured, his thoughts racing. The words echoed in his head, a maddening loop. "The science fair can wait, Plankton," he whispered to himself, his voice taking on a rhythmic pattern. "Can wait, can wait..." Sponge Bob watched, his heart heavy with concern. He had never seen his friend like this, his usual confidence and scheming reduced to repetitive mumbles. "Plankton," he ventured cautiously, placing a spongy hand on his shoulder. Plankton's eye snapped to his, the loop breaking for a brief moment. "Sponge Bob," he murmured, his voice still weak. Sponge Bob's heart leaped with hope. "Yes, Plankton, I'm here," he said gently. But Plankton's gaze was distant, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. "Wellbeing is important," he murmured again, the words coming out in a staccato rhythm, his mind locked in the grip of echolalia. Karen's heart clenched with fear. This wasn't just disorientation from his injury. This was something more. "Sponge Bob," she whispered urgently. "I think he's in shock." Sponge Bob nodded, his face a mask of concern. "I'll get some water," he said, rushing to the sink. He filled a glass and hurried back, careful not to spill a drop. Plankton's eye followed the glass, his gaze unfocused. He began to rock back and forth slightly. Karen noticed the change in his behavior, her concern deepening. "Here, drink some water," she urged, offering the glass to his shaking hand. Plankton took it without a word, his motions mechanical. He brought the glass to his lips, but his hand trembled so badly that water sloshed out, spilling down. The moment the cool liquid hit the floor, a strange look passed over his face. It was as if he had seen a ghost, his single eye going wide with alarm. "The water," he stammered, his voice shaking. Karen's heart sank as she watched her husband's distress. "It's okay, Plankton," she soothed. "It's just water..." But Plankton's eye were glued to the spilled water, his entire body trembling. "It's... it's not right," he muttered, his voice filled with a childlike fear. Karen looked confused, the spilled water seemingly a minor issue. โ€œPlankโ€ฆโ€ โ€œItโ€™s not right!โ€ Planktonโ€™s voice was urgent now, his trembling hand gesturing at the spill. His mind was a whirlwind of disturbing thoughts, each more distressing than the last. Sponge Bob and Karen exchanged worried glances. โ€œWhat do you mean, Plankton?โ€ Sponge Bob asked, kneeling beside the couch, his eyes full of concern. Plankton's breathing grew rapid, his chest heaving. "The... the... water," he stuttered, pointing at the puddle. "It's too... too... much!" Karen's gaze flitted to the floor, then back to her husband. "It's okay," she soothed, her voice quaking with fear. "It's just a little spill." But Plankton's agitation only grew. He flung the glass aside, the remaining water splattering against the wall. "No!" he shouted, his voice high and desperate. "Too much!" Karen and Sponge Bob watched in horror as Plankton collapsed into a sobbing mess, his tiny body wracked with tremors. His hands fluttered in his face, his breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. The room grew claustrophobic, the air thick with his panic. "It's okay," Karen whispered, her voice shaking. "It's just water, Plankton." But his anguished cries only grew louder. Sponge Bob's heart ached as he watched his friend fall apart before his eyes. Plankton's behavior was unlike anything he had ever seen, his usual cunning replaced with a raw, overwhelming fear. The room grew smaller as Plankton's sobs filled the space, his body convulsing with the intensity of his breakdown. Karen looked at Sponge Bob, her expression a mix of despair and determination. They both knew they had to calm him down, but how? Sponge Bob took a deep breath, trying to think. "Plankton," he said softly, his voice a gentle coax. "Look at me, buddy. It's just a spill. It's okay." Plankton's cries grew louder, his body shaking uncontrollably. Karen wrapped her arms around him, trying to soothe the storm raging inside his mind. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible over his cries. Sponge Bob's heart was in his throat as he watched his friend's breakdown. Plankton was not his usual self. The usually scheming, sneaky scientist was reduced to a quivering mess, his sobs echoing off the walls of the tiny Chum Bucket. His face was a mask of fear and confusion, his single eye wide with panic. "Plankton, please," Karen begged, her voice trembling. "You're scaring me." She scans his brain. The results were not what she expected. The blow from Mr. Krabs had caused more damage than she could have imagined. The injury had altered his brain chemistry in a way that was both profound and irreversible. Plankton had developed a rare condition called acquired autism, a disorder that could occur after a severe head trauma. It was a cruel twist of fate for a man whose life had been consumed by the desire for the Krabby Patty formula. The realization hit Karen like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of her. Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered the diagnosis to Sponge Bob and Plankton. His expression mirrored her shock and sadness. Sponge Bob sat silent for a moment, his usually cheerful face contorted with sympathy and concern. "What do we do?" he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper. โ€œCan you clean the mess?โ€ Karen asks him. He nodded solemnly, his movements slow and deliberate as he stood up to mop the spilled water. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow for his friend. Plankton had always been the troublemaker, the one who pushed boundaries. But now, his world was shattered. The silence in the room was only broken by Plankton's sobs and the swish of the mop. Sponge Bob's heart felt heavy as he cleaned up the water, his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. His best friend, his rival, his... his family. Plankton had always been there, through thick and thin, and now he was... different. And yet, thatโ€™s ok.
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฌแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ pt. 5 แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต‰หกหก; สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ แตแต˜หขแต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต‰แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด หกแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดตหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สณโฑแตสฐแต— สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰โธด แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แ”†แต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’แถปแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แต‡หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธ หขแต’โฟแต’สณแต’แต˜หข แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐหขโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒสณแต แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด หกแต‰แต แต‰หกแต‰แต›แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒ แตโฑแถ แต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธโธด หขแตƒแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สทโฑแต—สฐ โฑแต—โ€ง End finale
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SPONGEBOB OVERLOAD 1/2 (By NEUROFABULOUS) The morning light peeked through the blinds, painting stripes on the bedroom floor. Karen stirred in her sleep, sitting up. Her husband, Plankton, slept peacefully beside her, his arms wrapped around a pillow. Karen looked over at him, his face calm and serene. The digital alarm clock read 7:00 AM. She carefully slid out of bed, trying not to disturb his slumber. "Karen," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. She paused, half in and half out of the bed. Did he wake? But Plankton's snores grew softly, his breathing even. She sighed with relief. Their son Chip, a lanky teenager, was already up. Karen could hear his footsteps thundering down the hallway, his energy palpable even through the closed bedroom door. He burst into the room, a tornado of teenage angst and excitement. "Mom! Dad!" he shouted. "It's the day!" Karen winced at his volume. Plankton stirred, his eye slitting open. "What is it?" he asked, his voice groggy. "The science fair!" Chip exclaimed, his screen flushed with excitement. Plankton's eye shot open and he sat up instantly, his mind racing. The patty heist. Today was the day he had been meticulously planning for weeks. He had overheard Mr. Krabs, his rival at the Krabby Patty, bragging about their restaurant's dominance over the competition. Plankton had to have it. "Chip, buddy," he said, his voice a mix of sleep and urgency. "I will try to make it, but canโ€™t guarantee it. But Karen, I mean โ€˜Momโ€™ can.." Karen's eyes widened, but she nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Her husbandโ€™s obsession with Krabby Patties had taken over again. "I'll be there for you, buddy," she assured Chip, trying to mask her own disappointment. Plankton threw the covers off, swinging his tiny legs over the side of the bed. His eye was sharp with focus, his mind already racing with the complexities of his heist. "I'll make it quick," he told Karen, kissing her screen. Plankton tiptoed, his heart pounding. The office door was closed, but unlocked. He eased it open, his eye darting around the room, searching for any signs of movement. Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob were deep in conversation, their backs to the door. Plankton took a deep breath and slipped in, his tiny frame barely making a sound. "Halt!" Mr. Krabs spun around, his beady eyes locking onto Plankton. His face grew red with anger. "What do ye think yer doing here?" Plankton froze, his heart thumping in his chest. "I... I... was just looking for a... a... " He searched for a plausible lie, but his mind was a whirlwind of panic. Mr. Krabs' glower deepened. "Don't lie to me, ye tiny scoundrel! I know what yer after, and ye'll not get it!" Mr. Krabs lunged forward, brandishing a heavy spatula. Plankton squeaked in alarm, trying to dodge the blow. But his reflexes weren't quick enough. The metal spatula connected with his head with a sickening crack, sending him crashing to the floor. The room spun around Plankton as darkness closed in. The last thing he heard was SpongeBob's startled, "Mr. Krabs!" before the world went silent. Mr. Krabs looked down at Plankton's crumpled form, his expression a stormy mix of anger and triumph. He turned to his trusty fry cook. "SpongeBob," he barked. "Take this...this... tiny troublemaker out of me office.." Sponge Bob looked at Mr. Krabs, then at Plankton, his face a mask of confusion and concern. He gently scooped Plankton up with one spongy arm, his eyes filled with concern for the unconscious villain. The weight of the situation hit him, and his steps were heavy as he carried his friend out of the office. He could feel the tension in the room as Mr. Krabs watched them go, his glower never leaving Plankton's form. Sponge Bob's mind raced with questions and worry. He had known Plankton for a long time, despite their rivalry over the Krabby Patty formula. They had shared laughs and schemes in the past, but this... He couldn't believe his boss would stoop so low as to attempt to hurt Plankton. As he stepped into the hallway, Sponge Bob quickly scanned for any prying eyes. The corridor was empty, the usual bustle of the Krabby Patty silenced by the early morning hour. Carefully, he navigated through the kitchen, trying not to jostle him. "What have you done?" Sponge Bob whispered to the unconscious Plankton, his voice tight with concern. He couldn't help but feel a pang of anger at his friend's usual foolishness, but his primary thought was to get him to safety. He carefully maneuvered Plankton's limp body past the kitchen appliances. The sizzle of the frying oil and the faint scent of sea salt filled the air, but Sponge Bob's thoughts were elsewhere. With a heavy heart, he carried Plankton's limp form down the narrow alley between the Krabby Patty and the Chum Bucket. The morning was still cool, the sun not yet high enough to warm the concrete. The journey was quick, but it felt like an eternity to Sponge Bob. Each step was precise, each breath measured. He didn't want to cause his friend any more harm. He reached the Chum Bucket, the neon lights flickering weakly in the early morning. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, he slipped inside, the smell of stale chum and machinery assaulting his nostrils. "Karen!" he called out softly, his voice echoing in the small space. "Karen, it's Sponge Bob; I need your help!" Karen rushed to the front of the Chum Bucket, her eyes widening at the sight of her husband's lifeless body. "What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling. Sponge Bob gently laid Plankton down on their couch, his eyes filled with remorse. "He... he tried to steal the Krabby Patty formula again," he stammered. "Mr. Krabs... he hit him." Karen's screen paled as she took in the sight of her injured husband. She quickly moved to his side, feeling for a pulse. It was there, still present. "Oh, Plankton," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Sponge Bob watched, his eyes brimming with apology. "I didn't know what to do," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mr. Krabs... he just lost it." Karen's eyes were cold and hard. "Thank you for bringing him home, Sponge Bob," she said, her words clipped. โ€œItโ€™s not your fault..โ€ Her voice trailed off as she turned her attention to Plankton. She gently shook his shoulder. "Wake up, Plankton," she whispered. He didn't move. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of consciousness. "Wake up," she said, a bit louder this time, her voice laced with desperation. The silence was deafening. The room felt like it was closing in on them, the air thick with the scent of concern and fear. Karen's voice grew desperate. "Plankton, wake up!" she shouted, patting his cheek gently. There was no response. Panic began to creep into her voice. "Come on, you can do it," she urged, shaking him slightly. "You've got to wake up." Plankton's body remained motionless, his single eye closed tight. Sponge Bob felt the panic swell inside him like a wave crashing against the shore. His heart raced as he watched Karen's desperate efforts to revive her husband. "Maybe we should call a doctor," he suggested, his voice quivering. Karen's eyes snapped to his, a mix of fear and determination. "No," she decided firmly. "We can't involve anyone else. Not yet." The two of them stood silently for a moment, the only sound the ticking of a clock hanging on the wall. They waited, every second seemingly stretching into an eternity. Each tick was a silent plea for Plankton to regain consciousness. Karen's hand hovered over her husband's forehead, feeling for any sign of life. Sponge Bob looked on, his usually cheerful expression now etched with worry. They waited, each second stretching into an eternity, as the morning sun began to creep into the Chum Bucket, casting a pale light over the disheveled scene. The only sounds were the soft whir of the refrigerator and the distant calls of seagulls. Then, a twitch from one of his antennas. It was so slight that Sponge Bob almost missed it. But Karen's gaze was trained on Plankton, and she noticed immediately. Her eyes lit up with hope. "Plankton?" she whispered, her hand moving to his cheek, her voice barely audible. There was another twitch, this time in his brow. Karen's heart leaped in her chest. "Sponge Bob, I think he's coming to." Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on Plankton's face. "Plankton," he whispered, his voice full of hope. "Can you hear us?" Plankton's eye cracked open, battling against the brightness of the morning. His vision was blurry, and the world spun around him. He moaned softly, his head throbbing with pain. "What happened?" he managed to croak, his voice hoarse and weak. Karen's eyes filled with relief. "You're awake!" she exclaimed, squeezing his hand. "You got hurt at the Krabby Patty."
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WISDOM WITH TEETH 2/2 The nurse returns with a wheelchair. "Alright, Mr. Plankton," she says with a smile. "Let's get you up and moving." He looks at her with a dazed expression, his mouth hanging open slightly as he drools onto his chest. "Whath's the maddah?" he asks, his words jumbled. Karen tries to hide her smile as she gently wipes his mouth with a tissue. "You're just groggy, sweetie. The anesthesia's wearing off," she explains, taking his hand. "Let's get you into the chair." With her help, Plankton manages to stand, his legs shaky beneath him. The nurse places the wheelchair behind him, and he plops down with a sigh of relief, the chair's cushions enveloping his frail frame. His drool hangs from his mouth like a tiny waterfall, and she can't help but lean in and kiss him gently on the forehead. He looks up at Karen with the wide, wondering eye of a toddler discovering the world for the first time. "Whath's...thath?" he asks, his gaze fixed on the wheelchair. Karen laughs lightly, her hand still steadying his arm. "It's for you to sit in so you don't have to walk all the way to the car." He nods slowly, the action causing his antennae to wobble. With a gentle push from the nurse, the wheelchair begins to move, and Plankton looks like a lost child in an unfamiliar playground. His drool forms a small puddle in his lap, and Karen graciously hands him another napkin. The corridor outside the recovery room is a blur of white walls and sterile equipment, but the warmth of Karen's hand on his shoulder keeps him anchored. "Whath's...thath?" he asks again, his gaze fixed on the ceiling lights as they pass above him. They look like stars, twinkling in an alien sky. Karen smiles patiently, pointing out each one. "They're just lights, Plankton. We're in the hallway now." His eye follows the nurse's hand as she opens the door to the waiting area. She can see the fear and confusion in his gaze, but she knows it's just the drugs. A young couple with a toddler looks over as they pass by. The little girl giggles, pointing at his mouth. "Mommy, why is he drooling?" she asks innocently. The mother blushes and pulls her daughter away, muttering an apology to Karen. Plankton's cheeks redden, and he tries to wipe his mouth discreetly with the back of his hand. "It's ok," Karen whispers, her voice a gentle breeze. "You're just a little out of it." He nods, his gaze still mesmerized by the lights. "Whath's thath?" he asks again, pointing at a framed poster on the wall. Karen leans in to look. "It's a picture of a happy family," she says, her voice a balm to his confusion. His antennae twitch, and he nods again, the motion setting off a fresh wave of drool. The nurse wheels him out to the car, and Karen helps him into the passenger seat, his body moving like a ragdoll. "Buckle up, Plankton," she says, and he fumbles with the seatbelt, his hands slipping over the buckle. She fastens it for him, his cheek pressed against the cool leather. "Whewe's we going?" he slurs, his voice laced with sleep. "Home," she says. His mouth hangs open slightly, a string of drool connecting his bottom lip to his chin. "Whath's happening?" he mumbles, his head lolling to the side. "You're ok, honey. We're just driving home." She keeps her voice low, hoping to keep the outside world at bay. The car jolts over a bump, and Plankton's eye snaps open. "Ow," he whines, his hand flying to his mouth. The cotton has shifted, and the pain is sharp. Karen quickly reaches over and readjusts it, her touch gentle. "You're ok," she whispers. "Whath's this?" he slurs, his hand fumbling with the seatbelt. "It's keeping you safe," she says, her voice steady and calm. "Just hold on, ok?" He nods, his eyelid drooping almost immediately. "Whath's...whath's..." he mumbles before falling asleep. Then his head nods forward, jerking back up as he started to doze off. He wakes with a snort, the cotton still lodged in his mouth. Karen laughs softly, reaching over to remove it. "Almost there, sweetie," she says. His eye is glassy, and he nods, his head lolling again. The car hits another bump, and his eye flies open again, wide with panic. "Whe... whath...whath's happening?" he asks, his voice high pitched. "It's ok," Karen repeats, keeping her tone calm and soothing. "We're just driving home. Try to relax." Plankton's eye closes, and for a brief moment, the car is silent except for the purr of the engine. But then he's jolted awake again, his head snapping back with a start. "Whewe awe we?" he asks, his voice slurred. "Almost home, sweetie," Karen says, her voice steady. He nods, his head falling back onto the headrest. The car's movement rocks him like a cradle, and his eye closes with a snore. But the jostle of a turn wakes him up with a start. "Whath's happening?" he mumbles, his eye unfocused. The world outside the window is a blur of colors and shapes. Karen smiles, taking his hand in hers. "Just a turn. We're almost there." Another snore escapes his throat, and his head lolls to the side again. Karen gently shakes him awake. "We're home," she says, her voice a beacon in the fog. He blinks, his vision swimming with sleep. "Whe...whe...whath's that?" he asks, his voice barely a murmur as the car slows to a stop. "Whe...whath's going on?" he asks again. His eye is heavy, and his words are a jumble. With a sigh, she unbuckles his seatbelt and helps him out of the car, his legs still wobbly. The cool breeze slaps his face, and he winces. "Home," he murmurs, his eye half-closed. Karen guides him to the front door, his steps labored. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. Inside, she helps him to the couch, where he flops down like a ragdoll, his body heavy with exhaustion. "Whe...whe...whath's that?" he asks again, his head lolling to the side. Karen chuckles softly. "It's our living room, Plankton," she says, placing a pillow under his head, but Plankton barely registers. "Whath's that?" he asks again, his gaze wandering to the TV. It's off, but in his drug-induced haze, it's a source of fascination. Karen sits down beside him, his body a dead weight against the couch cushions. She takes his hand in hers, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "It's just the TV, honey. You don't need to worry about it." He nods, his head still lolling to the side. "Whe...whath awe we washing?" His question hangs in the air, and she laughs softly. "We're not watching anything. It's off." The TV seems to beckon to him, and he tries to sit up, his body protesting. "Whe...whath's on?" he slurs, his antennae waving sluggishly. "It's not on, Plankton," Karen says, her voice a warm embrace. "Why don't you just rest?" She tucks the throw blanket around his shoulders and reclines the sofa. His eyelid flickers, the struggle between sleep and curiosity evident. The room starts to spin, and Plankton's antennae wave erratically. "I'm... so tiwed," he mumbles, his words a gentle protest. Karen nods, her smile understood. "Sleep, sweetie. I'll be here when you wake up." He nods, his eyelid fluttering closed, and his breathing becomes deep and rhythmic. Karen watches him for a moment, his chest rising and falling with the comfort of a sleeping babe's. Then she gently slides the blanket over him, his snores the only sound piercing the quiet. The room dims as the afternoon sun moves behind the curtains, casting a soft glow across the living room. Plankton's hand, still clutching Karen's, slips to the floor with a thump, and his snores grow louder. Karen chuckles, reaching for it to place it gently on his chest. His breathing is slow and even, his chest rising and falling beneath the blanket. Karen sits for a moment, watching him sleep, her mind racing with all the things she needs to do: prepare his meals, make sure he takes his medicine on time, keep an eye on his swelling. But for now, she's content to just sit and watch him, his features relaxed and peaceful in slumber.
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NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT (Autistic author) "Plankton, look out!" The warning echoed through the lab, too late to prevent the calamity. Sheldon Plankton, the infamous villain and tiny proprietor of the Chum Bucket, had been so absorbed in his latest contraption that he never saw it coming. A miscalculation, a misstep and a metal clank as the heavy contraption toppled over. The world around him spun into a kaleidoscope of color, and with a sickening crack, everything went dark. Panic gripped Karen, his loyal sidekick and wife. She rushed to his side, his body sprawled unnaturally beneath the twisted metal. She reached out to gently shake him. "Plankton!" she shouted, her voice piercing the quiet. His eye remained closed, unresponsive to her touch or her cries. Karen's panic grew, her mind racing through possible scenarios. What if he's seriously hurt? What if this is the end? She buckled him in the car to take him to the Bikini Bottom Hospital. She held his hand and drove. "Plankton, please wake up," she murmured, her voice shaking. "You've got to be okay," Karen continued, her voice strained. "We still have so much to do. So much to steal from the Krabby Patty secret formula. So much to prove to Mr. Krabs." But Plankton lay there, motionless. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the car engine and the occasional splash from the wet streets of Bikini Bottom. Karen's thoughts spiraled, her usual confidence in his invincibility shattered. "Remember when we first met?" she began, her voice soft. "You had the biggest dreams. You said we'd rule the ocean one day." She managed a weak laugh, but it sounded forced, even to her. Her grip on his hand tightened. "You swore we'd crack that Krabby Patty formula," she continued. "We've come so close so many times, and each failure just made you more determined." Her voice grew stronger, the memories fueling her words. "Do you remember the first time we tried to sneak into the Krusty Krab?" she asked, a hint of nostalgia in her tone. "You had that ridiculous disguise?" Despite the dire situation, she couldn't help but smile at the memory. "We've been through so much since then, Plankton. You've always found a way to bounce back, no matter how crazy the plan or how dire the outcome." But Plankton remained still. "We can't give up now," she whispered, her voice trembling. The hospital's cold lights flickered above them as they waited for the doctor. The beeping of machines and the hushed whispers of nurses filled the room, but Karen's thoughts drowned it all out. The doctor, a stern-looking fish with spectacles, entered the room, holding a clipboard. "Mrs. Plankton," he began, his tone professional but gentle. "We've completed the brain scan on your husband. The results are..." "Is he okay?" she finally choked out. The doctor looked up, his expression unreadable. "Mr. Plankton's injuries are... complex. He's sustained a brain injury, and he's developed Autism Spectrum Disorder." Karen's grip on Plankton's hand tightened. "What does that mean?" she asked, her voice a mix of fear and hope. The doctor took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "It means his brain has been affected in a way that will change how he perceives and interacts with the world around him. It's a spectrum, so the symptoms can vary widely." He explained further, detailing the challenges that lay ahead for both of them. Plankton might have difficulties with social interactions, repetitive behaviors, and sensory sensitivities. Karen's mind raced, never leaving Plankton's still form. Then, just as the doctor finished, Plankton's single eyelid began to flutter, slowly opening to reveal a gaze that seemed somehow... different. He looked around the sterile room, his eye darting from one corner to another, taking in every detail with an intensity that was unnerving. Karen's squeezing his hand harder. "Plankton?" she whispered. For a moment, there was no response. Then, in a voice that was his yet not quite, he spoke. "Karen," Plankton said, his voice mechanical and measured. His voice, though familiar, now a puzzling echo of its former self. She leaned in closer, desperate for some sign of the Plankton she knew. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice tentative. Plankton's eye narrowed as he considered her question, his voice echoing the words back to her in a staccato rhythm, "How... do... you... feel?" The repetition sent a shiver down Karen, but she managed a nod. "Karen," he began again, his tone eerily calm, "How do you feel?" Karen's screen searched his eye, seeking a spark of recognition. "I-I'm worried," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But I'm here for you." "Worried," Plankton echoed, his voice a metronome of emotionless syllables. "Worried. Worried." The doctor cleared his throat, interrupting the eerie pattern. "Palilalia is a common symptom with ASD," he explained gently. "It's the repetition of words and phrases. It can be a way of processing information." Karen nodded, trying to absorb the doctor's words as she continued to search Plankton for any sign of the cunning, albeit misguided, genius she knew so well. His gaze remained fixed on hers. "Karen," he said again, his voice still eerily detached. His usual energy and cunning seemed to have been replaced by this unsettling calmness. Yet, in his eye, she thought she could see a flicker of something familiar, a tiny spark of the man she had known for so long. "I need to understand," she said softly, willing him to connect with her. "What's going on?" "Understand," he repeated, his voice a monotone echo. "Under- stand." Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Plankton's eye grew wider, his focus intense. Karen watched, hopeful, as his hand began to twitch. He was trying to communicate. Using all her patience, she waited. "Understand," he said again, but this time, the word grew into a phrase, "I need to understand." The repetition was still present, but now it was tinged with urgency. Karen filled with tears as she nodded vigorously. "I know, Plankton, I know you do." The doctor, noticing the change, intervened, his voice soothing. "It's ok, Mr. Plankton. Take your time." He turned to Karen. "It's common for individuals with ASD to repeat words or phrases when they're trying to process their thoughts. It's called echolalia. It's his way of making sense of what's happening." Karen nodded, but she could see the wheels turning in his mind. His hand twitched more intensely now, his gaze more focused. "Understand," he said again, his voice gaining a slight inflection. "Need... to... under- stand." The words grew into a steady rhythm, a heartbeat of desire. Karen felt hope blossoming in her chest. The doctor leaned in, his expression one of curiosity. "It seems he's trying to express his need to understand his new condition," he murmured. "It's a positive sign. It shows he's engaging with the world around him." Karen nodded. "Under- stand," she whispered back to him. "We'll figure this out together." Plankton's twitching hand paused momentarily, his gaze lingering on hers. Then, his eye darted back to the doctor, the word "Understand" escaping his lips once more. The doctor nodded encouragingly. "It's ok, Mr. Plankton. Do you know what happened?" "Understand," he said, his tone shifting to one of curiosity. "Understand. Accident." Karen swelled with relief. It was the first time he'd formed a coherent thought since the incident. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice soothing, "you had an accident in the lab. But we're going to get through this." The doctor nodded. "You have something called Autism." "Autism," Plankton echoed, his eye searching Karen's for an explanation. "It's okay," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. "It just means you see the world differently now." Plankton's eye focused on hers, his hand stilled. "Different," he parroted back, as if testing the word's weight in the air. "Different." Karen took a deep breath, forcing a smile through her tears. "But not less," she assured him. "Just different." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, his antennas twitching slightly at the touch.
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PLANKTON GOING TO THE DENTIST Ii/Ii Plankton's eye dart around the room, trying to focus, confusion growing as the words won't come out right. "Th-th-the...th-the...th-th-th-th..." He stammers, his mouth working overtime to form the words. Karen's laughter subsides into a comforting chuckle. "It's ok, Plankton." "Th-th-then...why...why do I tawking wike thith?" He asks, voice a wobbly mess, each word a struggle. "I...I'm a g-g-genius!" He stammers, trying to sound defiant despite his speech impediment. "I'n noth s-s-suppothed to tawl wike thish!" Karen giggles. "It's just anesthesia, Plankton," she says soothingly. "It'll wear off soon." Plankton's eye widen further. "B-but...I nee, needff to...to think...think...think!" He stammers. "You'll be fine, Plankton," she says. The dentist pats Plankton's shoulder. "You're quite the charmer even with a mouthful of gauze," he quips, and the assistant snickers. Plankton's cheeks redden, indignation clear even through haze of anesthesia. "I caan...caan...can't...I caan't th-th-think!" Plankton splutters. Karen tries to stifle her giggles, shaking with amusement. "It's anesthesia," she repeats, her voice a gentle wave washing over him. "You're ok, Plankton. You're ok." He takes a deep breath, willing his tongue to cooperate. "G-got...it-t," he says. "Alright, Mr. Plankton, let's get you sitting up," he says. He tries to stand, but his body feels like it's made of jelly, his legs wobbling beneath him. "Whoa!" He exclaims, speech slightly clearer but still slurred. "Thish isn't goog." Karen and the dental staff help him to his feet, the nurse holding on to him as he sways slightly. His eye still glazed over, but there's a hint of the sharpness that she knows so well starting to shine through. "Steady there," she says supporting him. "Let's get to the car." Plankton nods. "Yeah...the...the...ca--" he says. He takes a shaky step. "Just keep taking it slow," she advises, her voice a beacon in the fog of his mind. Karen's supporting him as they navigate the hallway. "Where...wher's...wher's the...the...th-the...?" Plankton's words trip over each other, traitor to his usual eloquence. "The car, sweetie," Karen says, her voice a lifeline in the fog of anesthesia. She leads him through the hallway acting as a gentle guide. The receptionist waves with a smile. "Moth...thath...moth," he stammers. She fastens his seatbelt for him. "D-don't laug-fh at me," he mumbles, eye half-lidded with the lingering effects of anesthesia. "I'm not laughing at you," Karen says. "I'm just happy you're ok." Plankton nods. He tries to say "thanks," but it comes out as "thathks." "You're welcome, Plankton. You're going to be fine." She starts the engine. "Bh-buth...whath abou- the...the...th-the...the...teethies?" Plankton slurs, words a tangled mess. Karen laughs. "Don't worry about the teeth Plankton. They're out. You're all healed up." Plankton nods, his eye glazed and his speech still slurred. "Thath's...tha's good," he manages to say. "But I...I can't t-talk wight," he mumbles, frustrated. "Don't worry, honey," Karen says, patting his hand. "You're just a bit loopy from anesthesia. It'll wear off." Plankton tries to argue, but all that comes out is a series of garbled sounds. "Th-the...th-th-th..." "Your mouth is just numb, Plankton," Karen says, driving. "The anesthesia makes it hard to talk." But Plankton can't help it; he keeps trying, his slurred words a jumble of consonants. "Th-th-that's not ithโ€™s," he protests, his voice bubbly. "I'm a g-g-gen-n-n...genius!" Karen giggles, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "You're a genius all right," she teases. Plankton's eye narrow in determination. "Th-that's not...noth fair!" He says, his tongue feeling like a thick sea slug. Karen can't help but laugh harder. "It's ok, Plankton," she says. "But I...I nee-f to...to...to th-th-think! I can't...can't th-think thish!" Karen's laughter bubbles up again and she squeezes his hand reassuringly. "You're ok, Plankton," she says, voice a warm current of comfort. "D-don't...d-don't leav-e me," he mumbles, his eye drooping. Karen glances over. "I'm right here, Plankton," she says. Plankton's head lolls to the side, and his snores become a soothing background to the hum of the boat's engine. His mouth hangs open, a stream of drool trailing down his chin, creating a small pool in the seat. Karen, noticing the gauze in his mouth has shifted, gently repositioned it, careful not to cause him any pain. He mumbles something incoherent, and she chuckles, shaking her head. "Rest my love," she murmurs. The drool continues to escape Plankton's mouth, creating a wet spot on the boat's upholstery, his slumbering form a stark contrast to the sharp scheming creature she's used to. She reaches over to gently dab at the drool, her movements careful not to disturb his sleep. As the boat docks at the Chum Bucket, Karen wonders how she'll manage to get him inside without him babbling incoherently and scaring off any passersby. But Plankton, in his anesthesia-induced haze, seems oblivious to the world around him, his snores the only sound. Karen helps him out of the boat, and she half-drags half-carries him through the door. They enter their living quarters and she gently lays him on their bed which feels like a vast ocean compared to his usual cramped lab space. She carefully takes out the gauze, watching his eye flutter open. "Where...where am I?" He mumbles. "You're home, Plankton," Karen says, her voice a soft wave of comfort. She wipes his chin clean with a warm, damp cloth. Plankton looks around, his eye finally focusing on the familiar sights of their home. "Home?" He slurs, his tongue thick and clumsy in his mouth. "B-but...I..." "Just rest, Plankton," Karen says, pushing him gently back down. "You've had a big day." Home never felt so welcoming, Plankton thinks, as he sinks into the embrace of the bed. Karen fluffs a pillow under his head, her movements tender. "Th-thank youw," he manages to say, his speech still thick. "You're welcome," Karen replies, her voice a gentle caress. "Now, you just rest. I'll be here." He closes his eye, letting the numbness of his mouth and the heaviness of his limbs take over. Karen sits beside him, moving in a soothing rhythm against his arm. "You're going to be fine," Karen whispers, stroking his cheek. "Just sleep it off and by tomorrow you'll be back to your usual scheming self." Plankton tries to smile but his mouth refuses to cooperate. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards in a half-hearted attempt and he mumbles "I wove youw thoo." The next day, Plankton wakes up. The numbness in his mouth has subsided leaving only a dull throb. He opens his eye to see Karen. "How do you feel?" She asks. Plankton's eye blinked open, the room spinning around him. Karen came into focus. "Mmph; wha's? Wh-when..." "Your wisdom teeth," she says, her voice a soothing tide. "They're gone Plankton. You don't have to worry about them anymore." "Wis-wis-wis...?" He stammers, his tongue tripping over the word "wisdom." "Yes, Plankton," Karen says with amusement. "You had your wisdom teeth removed yesterday." Plankton's eye widen, and he tries to sit up. "Y-yesterday?" He slurs. "But I...I caan't...can't remember.." Karen nods, her smile full of mirth. "You were pretty out of it," she says. He tries to push himself up, but the pain in his mouth sends a shockwave through. "Mph-ow!" He flops back down, his hands flying to his cheeks. "What do you mean?" Karen laughs. "You were pretty loopy," she says, holding him down gently. "The anesthesia had you talking like..." she pauses, searching for the right words. "Well, like you've never talked before." "I hope I...I didn't say anything..." he starts, his voice trailing off. "Oh, you said plenty," she teases. "But don't worry, it was just the anesthesia talking." "Wh-wh-what did I say?" Karen chuckles. "You were worried about your 'teethies'," she mimics his slurred speech from the day before. "And you kept insisting you needed to think, even when it was clear you couldn't even talk straight. But don't worry; you're just fine."
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GO HONE 1/2 Karen sat in the chair next to the bed. Plankton lay there, snoring softly. They'd just finished removing his wisdom teeth. Karen rarely sees him asleep. He was a light sleeper, always had been. But here he was, mouth agape, drool pooling onto the pristine pillowcase. The nurse had said the anesthesia would wear off soon. She felt a strange mix of pity and amusement. Karen reached out to stroke his forehead. "Plankton?" Her voice was gentle, soothing. He didn't respond. His eye remained shut, but she noticed the faintest twitch of his antenna. A moment later, his eye fluttered open, unfocused. "Wheh...am I?" he mumbled, his voice slurred by the lingering effects of the drugs and numb mouth. "Karen?" "You're in the recovery room, sweetie," Karen whispered. "You just got your wisdom teeth out." The nurse walked in. "How we feeling?" Plankton looked around, his gaze unfocused, as if he wasn't quite sure where to land. "I don't know," he said, voice still thick. "Everything ish tho...big?" The nurse chuckled. "That's the anesthesia. It'll wear off in a bit. Can you tell me your name?" Plankton blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings. "Pwankton," he managed, sounding like a toddler with a mouthful of marshmallows. Karen pressed her lips together to hold back a laugh. She felt a tug at her heart, seeing this tough, competent man reduced to such a helpless state. He attempted to sit up, but his body didn't cooperate, flopping back down onto the pillows. "Whoa, wath happening?" he slurred, his eye searching the room as if looking for something familiar. His limbs felt like spaghetti noodles, and his brain was stuck in slow motion. Karen helped him adjust, pillows plumping around his head. She couldn't help but chuckle at his drunken antics. The nurse took his pulse and checked the monitors. "Everything looks good," she said. "Just rest a bit longer." "Oh boy," he muttered, a goofy smile spreading across his face. "Wook at aww tha little fishies!" Plankton's mind was clearly somewhere else entirely. Karen looked around the recovery room, but all she could see were the regular, sterile equipment and a few other patients, not a fish in sight. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his silliness. "You're okay," she assured him, patting his hand. "Just the meds talking." Plankton's eye grew even wider, his smile turning into a grin. "Can I pway with dem?" he asked, reaching out a shaky arm to grab at the invisible fish. The nurse looked at Karen with a knowing smile. "It's a common side effect," she assured her. "The drugs can make patients feel pretty loopy." Plankton's giggle grew louder as he continued to "catch" the nonexistent fish. His movements were clumsy, like a baby learning to use their hands for the first time. Karen watched, her heart swelling with a sudden fondness for his innocent charm. "Wook, Karen! I got one!" He held up a finger, waggling it in the air between them. "It's tho tiny!" His eye squinted as he tried to focus on his own digit, then opened wide in amazement. "And it's on my han!" He was utterly captivated by his own hand, turning it this way and that, studying it like a new discovery. Karen couldn't help but smile at his antics. "That's right, Plankton. That's your finger," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "You're doing great." The nurse took a step back, allowing Karen to interact more freely with her husband. "You can talk to him, just keep it calm and don't let him move too much," she said before checking on the other patients. Plankton's gaze followed the nurse, his eye glazed over with wonder. "Wheh's she go?" he asked, his voice innocently curious. Karen leaned in closer, her hand still in his. "She's just checking on the other people who are feeling a bit sleepy like you." He nodded solemnly, his antennas flopping to the side with the motion. "Okay, Karen," he said, as if she had explained the secrets of the universe to him. The room started to spin gently, and he giggled. "I fink I'm on a merry-go-round!" Karen's smile grew, warming the coolness of the recovery room. "No, honey, you're just a bit woozy from the surgery. You need to lie still." Plankton nodded, his grin never leaving his face. "Otay," he mumbled, his eye crossing as he tried to focus on Karen's face. "Buh ith fun!" Karen couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss his forehead. "You're so adorable when you're loopy," she said, her voice filled with affection. Plankton's grin grew even wider, his cheeks flushing slightly from the attention. He closed his eye and leaned into the kiss like a child seeking comfort. "Karen," he said, his voice a slurred whisper, "youw my besht fren." The tenderness in his words made her heart melt. "Always, Plankton," she said, her thumb gently brushing his palm. "Always." He sighed contentedly, his giggle subsiding into a gentle snore. His hand fell limp beside him, his fingers still slightly curled as if holding onto the invisible fish. Karen smiled, catching him. His eye fluttered open again, rousing with a snort. "Whath...?" Plankton mumbled, his gaze floating around the room. He squinted at Karen, his vision blurred. "You're okay," Karen soothed, her voice like a lullaby in the stillness of the room. "You're just coming out of the anesthesia." Plankton blinked slowly, his pupil expanding to take in the soft lights and the unfamiliar surroundings. He tried to speak, but his words came out as mumbles and squeaks. "Wha...?" Karen's screen twinkled with affection as she spoke gently, "You're in the recovery room, sweetie. You're okay." Plankton's mind was still swimming in a sea of confusion. "Buth...buth...my teef?" he managed to ask. "They're out, don't worry," Karen assured him, her laughter barely contained. "The dentist took them out." Plankton looked at her with a mix of relief and silly curiosity. "The dentish?" he asked, his voice childlike. "Wheh did the put dem?" Karen nodded, trying not to laugh. "They're gone, gotten rid of." Plankton's face scrunched up like a little kid's, trying to understand. "Buth I can't feel dem," he whined, his hand gently probing his swollen cheek. "Awe youw shure?" Karen nodded, her smile never wavering. "They're gone, I promise. You'll have to be careful with soft food for a few days." Plankton's eye lit up like a child at the mention of a treat. "Soft food? Wike ice cweam?" Karen nodded, her laughter bubbling to the surface. "Yes, like ice cream. But remember, no chewing." Plankton's face fell. "Oh, no chewing?" he asked, his voice dropping to a disappointed whine. Karen nodded firmly, trying not to laugh at his sulky pout. "No chewing," she said, her voice conciliatory. "But we can have ice cream when we get home." Plankton's expression shifted immediately, his eye sparkling with anticipation. "Wight, wight," he said, his speech slowly becoming clearer. "Ice cweam ith okay?" "Yes, ice cream is okay," Karen said, her voice steady and warm. "But we'll have to wait until we get home." Plankton's eye grew large with excitement. "Hone?" he asked, as if the word had just entered his vocabulary. "Whewe hone?" Karen nodded, keeping her tone calm. "Yes, we're going home soon." Plankton's mouth twitched into a smile. "Whewe?" he asked again, his voice rising with excitement. Karen couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "Soon, Plankton. You just need to stay awake long enough for the nurse to say you're ready." His face fell a little, but then he perked up. "Candoit!" he exclaimed, his words slurred together. He sat up. "I'm awake!" Karen had to hold back her laughter as he swayed like a ragdoll before flopping back onto the bed. "Not quite yet, Plankton," she said, patting his shoulder.
new go hone karen plankton ยฝ
OH NOT THE WISDOM TEETH pt. 2 Karen sits by the bed, her gaze fixed on Planktonโ€™s face as drool pools at the corner of his mouth. The nurse comes in, checks the machines, and leaves with a nod. Plankton stirs slightly, but the snores continue. Karen's thoughts drift to their life together, the adventures theyโ€™ve shared. The quiet moments of laughter, the fiery fights over the Krabby Patty formula, the tender kisses exchanged at nightfall. Her heart swells with love and concern. She brushes his antennae with a gentle touch. The drool on Planktonโ€™s mouth forms a tiny river, wetting the pillow. Karen fights the urge to laugh, knowing heโ€™d be embarrassed if he were awake. She reaches over to his gauze and dabs it away, careful not to disturb. A nurse, a motherly looking octopus named Octavia, enters the room with a kind smile. โ€œYou know, Mrs. Plankton, sometimes patients can get a bit loopy when they first wake up from anesthesia. Itโ€™s perfectly normal. You might want to be prepared for some funny things he might say or do.โ€ She chuckles to herself, remembering past incidents with other patients. Karen looks up. โ€œLike what?โ€ she asks. Octavia smiles, her tentacles curling around the clipboard she holds. โ€œWell, they might say something that doesnโ€™t quite make sense, or think theyโ€™re somewhere else entirely. Some get a bit feisty, too. Itโ€™s all just the anesthesia wearing off. Nothing to worry about, really.โ€ She winks one of her large eyes, her expression comforting. โ€œHis mouth will be numb, so he might talk a bit funny. And sometimes, they think theyโ€™re still dreaming, so they do or say the darndest things. Just try to keep him calm, and itโ€™ll all be over soon enough. Remember, itโ€™s temporary, and heโ€™ll be back to his usual self before you know it!โ€ Karen nods, trying to absorb the information while keeping her eyes on Plankton. His snores have changed pitch, and she can't help but wonder if he's about to wake up. The minutes drag on, feeling like hours, as she waits for any sign of him stirring. Finally, with a soft moan, Plankton's eye begins to flutter open, unfocused, glazed over, and it's clear he's still not fully awake, and Karen smiles, ready for the loopy phase the nurse warned her about. "Karen," he slurs, his voice muffled by the cotton gauze stuffed in his mouth. "Wheh... wheh a?" Karen's smile broadens. "You're ok, Plankton. It's over. You're in the recovery room," she whispers. He tries to sit up, but the nurse gently pushes him back down. "Easy, easy. Take it slow, Mr. Plankton. You're still..." Her voice trails off as Plankton's eye focus on the ceiling, and his mouth moves as if he's trying to speak. Karen leans closer, her heart racing. "What is it, sweetie?" His words come out slurred, the anesthesia still thick in his voice. "Whe... whe... whewe... my... my mouf?" Karen chuckles softly, relief bubbling up. "Your mouth is numb, Plank..." But her words are cut short as Plankton's eye widens. "My... my tee... tee... tweef!" He mumbles. The nurse, Octavia, steps forward with a calm demeanor. "It's okay, Mr. Plankton. Your teeth are safe. We removed the wisdom teeth. You won't feel much pain for now because of the numbing agent and anesthesia." Plankton's eye darts around the room. "My tee... tweef... I wont feel... I ca..." Karen's uncertain of what he's trying to say. She repeats the nurse's words, her voice soothing. "You won't feel much pain. It's okay." Plankton's hand shoots up, flailing slightly as he tries to touch his mouth. Karen catches it gently, holding it down. "You don't have to worry about your teeth right now." They remove the IV from Planktonโ€™s arm, and he sees the dentist. โ€œHuh..โ€ โ€œYou did great, buddy,โ€ says the dentist. Planktonโ€™s eye is still blurry, his thoughts scattered. โ€œTeethies?โ€ he repeats, his voice still slurred. The nurse nods, patting his hand. โ€œYes, we took out the teethies. Youโ€™re all fixed up now.โ€ Planktonโ€™s eye relaxes a bit, but confusion swims through the fog of his thoughts. โ€œTee... tw... thee?โ€ Karen nods. โ€œThey got all four of them. Youโ€™ll be ok now.โ€ The nurse, seeing his confusion, explains further. โ€œThe anesthesia makes it so you donโ€™t remember the surgery. But I promise, we took great care of you. Your teeth are out, and youโ€™re safe here in recovery.โ€ Planktonโ€™s eye droops slightly, and his head lolls to the side as he slips back into sleep, his snores resuming their steady rhythm. Octavia smiles. โ€œThis is completely normal, Mrs. Plankton. The anesthesia can take a while to wear off. Just keep talking to him, soothingly, so he knows youโ€™re here when he wakes up. Letโ€™s wake him up and get him to your car.โ€
new oh not the wisdom teeth karen plankton 2
NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT ii (Autistic author) With Plankton's condition still fresh in her mind, Karen carefully guided him out of the hospital and into the car. She knew the drive back to the Chum Bucket would be a test, but she was determined to make it as smooth as possible. The car's engine rumbled to life, and she pulled out onto the wet streets of Bikini Bottom, fixed on the road ahead. Plankton was quieter than usual, his gaze out the window, taking in the world with a new perspective. Karen spoke gently, describing the sights they passed, hoping the familiarity would comfort him. "Look, Plankton," she pointed. "There's the jellyfish field. Do you remember when we used to get chased by jellyfish?" His eye swiveled to meet hers, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Remember," he said, his voice still mechanical. "Plankton remember jellyfish." It wasn't just the repetition anymore; he was connecting with her, with the world around him. It was a start, a sign that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way through this new, uncharted territory. Plankton's head lolled slightly to the side as the car bumped along the road, his breathing steady and even. Karen watched him out of the corner of her screen, the rhythmic motion of his chest reassuring her that he was still with her. Despite the turmoil of emotions churning inside her, she felt a strange peace settle over her. For the first time since the accident, she allowed herself to believe that they could navigate this new reality together. The rain had picked up, the drops splattering against the windshield like a symphony of tiny drums. The wipers kept a steady beat, matching the rhythm of her racing thoughts. Plankton's hand was still in hers, but it was limp now, his palm open and trusting. She squeezed it gently, trying to convey all the words she couldn't say. The Chum Bucket loomed in the distance, a beacon of their shared past and the uncertain future ahead. As they neared, Karen noticed the lights flickering in the lab, the remnants of their latest failed scheme. The sight brought a pang of sadness, but also a strange sense of nostalgia. Karen's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "We're almost there," she said, her voice a lifeline thrown into the silence. As the Chum Bucket came into view, Plankton's antennas twitched in his sleep. "We're home," Karen murmured, her voice barely above the patter of the rain. She parked the car and took a moment to collect herself before gently waking him. "Plankton, sweetie, we're here." His eye fluttered open, and he looked around the car with a slightly dazed expression. The neon lights of the Chum Bucket cast a warm glow, and Karen watched as the reality of their situation settled into his gaze. "Home," he said, the word falling out of his mouth like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. He sat up slowly, his movements stiff and deliberate, as if every action was a calculation. Karen helped him out of the car, the rain now a steady shower, plinking against the metal of the Chum Bucket. "Come on," she said softly, guiding him inside. "Let's get you into bed." Plankton followed her obediently, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. The lab was a mess, but Karen ignored it, leading him to their tiny living quarters. The space was cluttered with gadgets and gizmos, but there was a warmth to it, a testament to their life together. Plankton's eye scanned the room, taking in every detail, his brain trying to process the overwhelming stimuli. Karen noticed the way he flinched at the brightness of the lights and quickly dimmed them, creating a soothing ambiance. "Better?" she asked, her voice soft. Plankton nodded, his movements more deliberate now. He seemed to be focusing intently on her, trying to piece together the world around him. Karen helped him into their small, cozy bed, the blankets familiar and comforting. As she tucked him in, she noticed his eye fixate on a book on the floor. "It's ok," she whispered, plucking it up and placing it on the nightstand. "We can clean up tomorrow." Plankton lay still, his gaze now on the ceiling, tracing the patterns of the tiles above. Karen sat beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "Is there anything you need?" she asked, her voice a gentle ripple in the quiet. "Need... to... understand," he repeated, the words a comforting mantra in the silence. Karen nodded, stroking his antennae. "I'll be here to help you, Plankton." The doctor's words replayed in her head. Autism wasn't a weakness, but a different way of experiencing the world. A world now filled with sensory overload for Plankton. She made a mental note to dim the lab lights and reduce noise levels. "Karen," he said, the word a question. "What... happened?" The palilalia had shifted from a mere repetition to a quest for knowledge. Karen took a deep breath. "You had an accident, Plankton," she explained, her voice calm and steady. "But we're going to figure this out together." Plankton's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, his eye flitting from tile to tile as if the answers lay in their pattern. "Accident," he murmured, the word tumbling through his thoughts. Karen nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the truth. "Yes, my love. You had an accident. But we're here now, and we're going to get through this." Plankton's eye searched hers, his voice a metronome of uncertainty. "Get... through... this." The words hung in the air, a question wrapped in a statement. "Through... this." Karen ached as she nodded, her voice a gentle caress. "Yes, Plankton. Together." Her hand reached out to cover his, her touch a silent promise. "We'll face each day as it comes." For a long moment, Plankton was silent, his gaze still trapped by the ceiling tiles. Then, his eye swiveled back to her, his voice a whisper of curiosity. "Together," he echoed, the word now a declaration. "We'll get through this together." Karen felt a tear slide down as she nodded, her smile a fragile thing. "Yes, Plankton, we will." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, his skin cool and clammy against her lips. His antennae twitched, and she knew he felt the warmth of her affection, even if he couldn't express it in the way she was used to. The next day dawned with a gentle glow, the sun peeking through the blinds of the Chum Bucket's living quarters. Karen woke up with a start, the events of the previous day crashing over her like a wave. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to hope it was all just a terrible dream. But the sight of Plankton's still form beside her, his breathing steady but different, brought reality back in a rush. They had a routine to maintain, a life to live despite the monumental shift in their world. Karen slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and began the day's tasks. She knew that Plankton would wake soon, his mind likely already racing. The lab was a chaos of wires and gadgets, but she had a plan. Starting with the lights, she adjusted each one to a gentle glow, reducing the visual assault that could overwhelm him. Then, she moved on to the sounds, taping foam pads to the doors and machines to muffle the cacophony. It was a small change, but it was a step to making the environment more comfortable for his now sensitive senses. Karen knew the kitchen would be the next battleground. Plankton's love for the Krabby Patty had always been a source of both frustration and motivation. But now, the thought of the complex flavors and textures could be a sensory nightmare for him. She decided to start with simple, plain foods, things she knew he enjoyed before his tastes had become so singular. As she sliced a cucumber into thin, uniform pieces, she heard his footsteps approaching. The tap-tap-tap of his feet on the metal floor was a sound she could set her clock to, yet now it seemed foreign, a reminder of the autistic world he now inhabited. "Good morning," Karen called out, forcing cheer into her voice. Plankton's eye swiveled towards her, his movements jerky as he navigated the now-familiar space. "Good... morning," he responded, each word a deliberate choice. Karen placed the cucumber slices on a plate and slid it towards him, watching as his gaze flitted from one to the next, studying them before making a selection. The sight was both heartbreaking and fascinating, a window into his new reality. As they sat together at their tiny kitchen table, Plankton took a small, tentative bite, his face scrunching up as he chewed. Karen held her breath, waiting for his reaction. After a long moment, he nodded. "Good," he said simply, his voice still flat. Karen swelled with pride and sadness. It was a small victory, but it was a victory nonetheless. They would find their way through this, one bite at a time.
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 7 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) "Daddy, I'm sorry," Chip whimpers, his eyes wide with fear. He's never felt so lost, so small. Plankton's breaths come in quick, sharp bursts, his body a tangle of frustration and pain. Plankton's antennae thrash in the air, his eye wild and unpredictable. "You don't know what you're talking about!" he yells, his voice bouncing off the walls of the room. He turns away from his son, his body language screaming 'don't touch'. Chip's eyes are pools of pain, his hand hovering awkwardly. "But Daddy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just t---" "Don't you dare!" Plankton's antennae whip around wildly, his eye flashing with a mixture of anger and fear. Chip yanked his hand away but doing so, he accidentally brushes against Plankton's arm in the process. The explosion of emotion is instant. Plankton recoils, his body jerking away as if burned. He sweeps his arm across the nightstand, sending books flying. Karen knew she needs to intervene. "Chip, go to your room," she says firmly, her voice cutting through the storm of emotions. Chip's eyes are wide with shock, his body trembling as he backs away from the bed, tears streaming down his face. "But Mom," he protests, his voice choked with emotion. "I didn't meโ€”" "I know, Chip," Karen says, her tone brooking no argument. Plankton's antennae are a blur of movement, his breathing erratic. "Your dad needs space." Chip nods and makes his way to his room, his legs wobbly. As he closes the door, Karen sighs, her eyes sad as she turns back to Plankton. Karen knew to tread carefully. Plankton is panting, his antennae twitching rapidly. He's upset, more than she's seen in a long time. "Plankton," she says softly, approaching the bed. "Hey, I'm here." His antennae quiver, and she knows she's treading on thin ice when he kicks the blanket off his bed with a snarl. Karen's heart breaks seeing the pain in his eye. He sweeps his arm across the dresser, sending a cascade of items crashing to the floor. The room echoes with his rage, each crash a declaration of his frustration. Karen swallows the lump in her throat, knowing she has to be the calm in this storm. Plankton's breaths come in quick, sharp bursts, his antennae still quivering. He turns away from her, his back to the wall, his body tight with tension. Karen approaches slowly, her eyes on his, watching for any sign of his mood shifting. "Let it out," she whispers, her hands outstretched but not touching. "You're safe here." Plankton's body convulses with anger, and he throws another object across the room. It hits the wall with a thud, leaving a small crack. His antennae quiver with each ragged breath he takes. Karen knows they're on the edge. With trembling hands, she picks up his pillow from the floor, carefully moving closer. "You don't have to keep it in," she says softly, extending the pillow towards him. "You can hit this." Her voice is a soothing balm to the chaos. Plankton's antennae stop their frantic dance for a moment, his eye flickering with something akin to hope. He takes the pillow, his fists tightening around it. With a roar, he brings the pillow down onto the bed, his strength surprising even Karen. The sound is muffled, but the fury in the gesture is clear. He hits it again, and again, each blow a silent scream of pain and anger. Karen watches, her heart breaking with each hit, her eyes never leaving his. She knows this is his fear and frustration manifesting in the only way his overwhelmed mind knows how. "Let it out, Plankton," she whispers, moving closer, her voice steady. "You're safe here." Plankton's body shakes as he slams the pillow into the mattress, his antennae quivering with each impact. Karen remains still. She knows this storm of emotion isn't directed at her, but at the invisible barriers that have caged him in for so long. He throws the pillow again, his face contorted with rage. The cotton explodes into a cloud of feathers, but it's not enough. He needs more. He turns, his antennae a blur of emotion, and sees the closet door. With a snarl, he charges towards it, throwing it open. The sound of hangers clattering fills the air as he starts to rip clothes from their hangers, tossing them around the room like confetti in a tornado. Karen watches, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and fear. This is the what his condition turns him into when the pressure gets too much. Her heart aches for him, trapped in his own mind. She knows she has to be careful; any wrong move could set him off. Plankton's eye darts around the room, searching for something else to unleash his fury upon. His antennae quiver, his body still shaky. Karen moves closer, slowly, her hand reaching out. He turns to her, the anger in his gaze unmistakable. But as he sees her hand, his expression falters. Karen takes a deep breath, her voice steady. "It's okay," she says.
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NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT iv (Autistic author) Karen's voice was a beacon of peace in the tempest of his thoughts. He blinked once, twice, his antennae drooping in defeat. The room around them was a shambles, a testament to the battle he'd waged within himself. Sensing his distress, Karen spoke again, her tone soothing. "Remember, Plankton, no one's going to hurt you," she said, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "You're safe here." Plankton's body began to uncoil, his breathing slowing as his gaze focused on her. "Safe?" he echoed, the word a question. Karen nodded, her smile gentle. "Safe," she assured him. "We're going to take this one step at a time, together." Hanna watched the exchange, her anger replaced by a deep sorrow. She had never seen her friend in such pain, and the knowledge that she had played a part in it was a heavy weight on her heart. "I'm sorry Plankton," she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. But Plankton was lost in his own world, his mind echoing with the harshness of her words. "Maniac," he murmured, his voice a hollow imitation of Hanna's. "Leave you," he added, his eye swiveling back to Karen. Karen's heart ached at the sound of his echoed pain, her throat tight with unshed tears. "It's okay," she whispered, her hand resting gently on his arm. "You're not a maniac, Plankton." Her voice was a soft caress, a balm to his bruised psyche. But his echo continued, "Leave you," his voice a hollow reflection of Hanna's accusation. Karen's eyes grew wet as she looked at him, her heart breaking for his confusion. "No one's leaving, Plankton," she said firmly. "We're in this together." Hanna's brimming with tears, her own anger now a distant memory. "I'm sorry, Plankton," she choked out. "I didn't know." But Plankton's echolalia continued, each word a shard of Hanna's anger stabbing his psyche. "Monster," he repeated, his voice a haunting echo. "Ungrateful." Hanna's heard her own harsh words reflected back at her. "Plankton, I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I didn't know." Karen's gaze remained steadfast on Plankton's, her fingers gently stroking his arm. "You're not a monster," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his soul. "You're just... different." The echoes of Hanna's words still hung in the air, a sharp reminder of the hurt that had been dealt. Plankton's eye searched hers, his antennae drooping. "Plankton whatโ€™s your problem just act normal," he echoed, the word a whispered admission. Karen's filled with pain as she heard the echoes of Hanna's accusations. "You're not a problem," she said, her voice a soft reassurance. "You're just... you." But Plankton's echo grew louder, "Just you," he repeated, his face a mask of distress. "Wife... better." Karen wrenched at the thought of him feeling less than, his autism a prison of misunderstanding. "You're not a problem, Plankton," she whispered fiercely, her hand gripping his. Her voice was a lifeline, a reminder that he was loved, that his existence was not a mistake. But the echoes of Hanna's words continued, a relentless beat in his head. "Better," he murmured, his voice a shadow of hope. Karen's heart broke as she heard the echo of his own fear, the doubt planted by Hanna's accusation. "Better," he said again, the word a prayer. Her hand tightened on his. "You're not a problem," she said, her voice a declaration. "You're not something to be fixed." Plankton's eye searched hers, a flicker of hope. Karen knew she had to help him find peace amidst the storm of accusations. "You're not a monster." He stared at her, eye brimming with tears, his body curling in on itself. The weight of Hanna's words pressed down on him, his shoulders trembling with the effort to hold it all in. But the dam broke, and tears streamed down his face, each one a silent confession of his pain. Karen's heart clenched as she watched him, her own eyes filling with tears of empathy. Hanna stood there, her anger now replaced by a deep sense of guilt and sadness. "Plankton," she began, her voice trembling as she touched his shoulder. "NO!" Plankton screamed, pushing Hanna's hand away with such force that she stumbled back. "What's wrong?" she choked, her hands reaching out in an instinctive plea for peace. But Plankton was a whirlwind, his body trembling with the effort to push back against her touch. "No more," he murmured, his voice a whisper. "No more." Hanna stepped back, her hands dropping to her sides, her heart racing. "I'm sorry," she stammered. Plankton's eye remained on Karen, his body a tight coil of emotion. "No more," he whispered, the words a prayer for understanding. Karen could see the pain in his expression, the fear that Hanna's touch had brought to the surface. But Plankton's mind was a labyrinth of pain, each twist and turn a reflection of Hanna's accusations. "You," he murmured, his voice a whisper of accusation. Hanna felt a chill run down her spine, his gaze a knife that sliced through her. "Plankton, I didn't mean..." Hanna began. "Hanna hurt me," he murmured, his voice a ghostly echo of the anger he felt. Karen watched the scene unfold. "No, Plankton," she said gently. "Hanna didn't mean to hurt you. She just doesn't understand." Her voice was a soft breeze, trying to calm the storm in his mind. Plankton's gaze remained fixed on Hanna, his eye a whirlpool of emotion. "Hurt," he murmured, the word a cry of betrayal. "Hanna hurt." His voice was a whisper of pain. Hanna felt the weight of his accusation, her chest tightening as she realized the depth of his distress. "I didn't mean to," she whispered, her voice a desperate appeal for forgiveness. But Plankton was a fortress, his walls high and thick, his mind a whirlwind of confusion. "No more," he murmured again, his voice a plea for solace. Karen ached as she watched the two of them, the gulf of misunderstanding yawning wide. "It's ok, Plankton," she whispered, her voice a gentle guide. "Hanna's just trying to help." But Plankton's gaze was unyielding, his antennae still. "You," he repeated, his voice a solemn echo. "Hanna... no." Hanna felt the chill of his rejection, her hand hovering in midair as she searched for words to bridge the gap. "I'm sorry," she choked out, tight with unshed tears. "I didn't know Plankton," she began, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean to upset you." But Plankton's mind was a labyrinth of sensory input, his body a taut bowstring. "Stop," he murmured, his voice a desperate plea for peace. "Need stop." But Karen knew that words alone would not be enough to bring his world back into focus. With gentle movements, she guided Plankton into a quiet corner of the room, her touch a silent promise of safety. The softness of the cushions under him was a comforting contrast to the harshness of the words still echoing in his mind. She wrapped a weighted blanket around his shaking form, the pressure a grounding force against the storm within. Karen dimmed the lights, reducing the sensory assault on his overwhelmed senses. The flicker of candlelight cast a warm glow over the space, creating a haven from the chaos. "It's ok," she whispered, her voice a gentle reminder of his sanctuary. Plankton's antennae still twitched, his eye darting around the room, but the softness of the blanket was a steadfast reminder of his wife's embrace. He took a deep breath, the scent of lavender filling the air, a calming balm to his frayed nerves. โ€œThanks; I love you Karen.โ€ Karenโ€™s filled with relief and love as she watched his tense form slowly relax. โ€œI know, Plankton,โ€ she whispered, her hand stroking his arm. โ€œAnd I love you too.โ€ The gentle rhythm of her touch was a metronome to his racing heart, each stroke bringing him closer to the calm he craved.
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PLANKTON GOING TO THE DENTIST i/Ii "You say you've tenderness in the back of..." "Aw!" Plankton interrupts, as the dentist examines his mouth. "I see your wisdom teeth haven't erupted yet, Mr. Plankton; luckily we can remove them today, if you've a ride home.." "My wife Karen's in the waiting room area, she drove me here." The surgery room is sterile and white, smelling faintly of disinfectant. Plankton's heart races as he sits in the chair, his tiny legs dangling over the edge. The large, looming figures of the dentist and the assistant hover around him, their faces obscured by masks and hats. They guide Karen to a small chair by the wall. "We're going to numb the area," the dentist explains in a soothing voice. "But since you're a bit nervous, we can also offer some to help you relax into sleep before so, not to mention teeth haven't even broke the surface of the gums yet." Plankton nods, gripping the arms of the chair. The dentist administers anesthesia. His grip relaxes. "Just breathe," the dentist instructs. "It'll be over before you know it." Plankton's eye grow heavier as the sedative takes hold. "It's time, Mr. Plankton," the dentist's voice echoes fading into the background like whispers in a distant tide. The chair reclines and he surrenders to dreamless sleep, eyelid shutting. Karen watches, clutching the chair's arm rest. She sees the mask of anesthesia descend over Plankton's face, his breaths slowing to a gentle sigh, matching the rhythm of the sea breeze outside. The assistant's gloved hands move with precision, placing a pillow securing him. Plankton's snores, a gentle rumble, give her some comfort, a sign that he's not in pain. The dentist inserts numbing agents into Plankton's gums. While Plankton remains oblivious to the world, Karen's watching. "Everything's going fine," he assures her. "You can hold his hand if you'd like." Plankton's sleeping mouth is a stark contrast to the towering world around him. Karen follows the steady movements of the dentist's hands, the syringe filled with anesthetic seemingly as large as a harpoon in the sea of Plankton's features. The assistant nods in approval, their expression hidden but the confidence in their stance reassuring. The surgical tools glint in the light reflecting the seriousness of the task at hand. Karen can see the reflection of her own tension in the chrome surfaces, but she forces a smile, trying to be brave for Plankton. It's a gentle gesture, a silent promise that she's there, that she's watching over him. The extraction begins. Karen flinches but Plankton doesn't stir. The dentist's movements are swift and precise, each action deliberate. Karen tries watching her husband's chest rise and fall with the steady rhythm of sleep. The assistant wipes some drool from Plankton's chin with a gentle cloth and Karen suppresses a smile, despite the bleeding. Her little Plankton, so fierce and cunning in his usual world, now so vulnerable. The assistant occasionally looks over to her, offering a reassuring nod as if to say, "Don't worry, he's doing great." The room falls into a quiet rhythm: the steady pulse of the ocean outside, the occasional murmur from the staff, and the soft hiss of the suction tool removing excess saliva. Plankton's snores become more peaceful, his body relaxing as the surgery progresses. Karen watches the blood ooze from the small sockets where the teeth used to be. The assistant quickly places gauze, pressing it down with firm yet gentle fingers, and the bleeding slows. The dentist nods, a job well done, and begins to stitch the wounds with a finesse that belies his size. The dentist starts to stitch up Plankton's gums, the needle moving in and out. The dentist steps back, wiping his hands clean. "Everything went perfectly," he says. "We're just going to keep him asleep for a little while longer, let him rest." Karen nods. The assistant starts to cleanup. Karen's glued to the gauze in Plankton's mouth, now soaked a deep red. She watches as the crimson stain spreads through the fabric, the evidence of his pain and endurance. The room feels hot, the pressure of her concern thickening the water around them. The dentist's assistant notices her distress and offers a kind smile. "He'll be ok," she whispers. Ignoring the instructions to remain silent, Karen leans in closer, reaching out to caress Plankton's cheek. "You're doing great, honey," she whispers, though she knows he can't hear. "You're so brave." She whispers to him again, her voice a soothing melody that fills the otherwise sterile space. "You're going to wake up soon, and it will all be over," Karen tells. The room seems to hold its breath. Karen can feel the gentle tug of Plankton's hand in hers, a silent response to her comforting words. She watches the slow rise and fall of his chest. "You won't remember this, Plankton," she whispers, "but I will. I'll remember how brave you are, even when you don't know it. You know how you always say size doesn't matter?" she says. "Well, I'm here to tell you that even when you're asleep and can't hear, you're still the biggest in my heart. You've got this, Plankton," she whispers. "You're going to wake up, and it'll all be over. And when you do, we'll go back to the Chum Bucket, and you can tell me all about your latest scheme. And I'll smile, and laugh, and pretend to be surprised, just like I always do." The dentist checks Plankton's vital signs and nods to the nurse, who starts to prepare him for waking. "The sedative will wear off soon," Karen tells him, voice low and soothing. "But for now, just rest, my love." She squeezes his hand gently. The assistant nods in agreement and begins to prepare the room for Plankton's recovery. Karen's watching as the sedatives keep him blissfully unaware of the world around him, his mouth slightly open and drooling in to the gauze and down his chin. The sight is both heartbreaking and comforting, a strange mix of vulnerability and strength. She finds herself lost in the rhythm of his breaths, the only sign of life in the otherwise quiet surgery room. The gauze in Plankton's mouth is only a hint of pink. The nurse enters with a gentle smile. "We're going to start bringing him around now," she says. Plankton's snores become less deep. "You did so well, Plankton," Karen says, stroking his forehead. "You're almost done." As the anesthesia begins to wear off, Plankton's eye flicker open but unfocused, lost in a world between sleep and wakefulness. "Hey Plankton," Karen says, her voice a warm embrace. "You're all done. You were so brave." "Mmf," he murmurs. "Whath's 'ppening?" The dentist chuckles lightly. "Just anesthetics wearing off, Mr. Plankton. Your mouth might be a bit numb." Plankton's eye widen, and he tries to speak again, but all that comes out is a series of unintelligible sounds. "Mmph...whath...whath's?" he stammers, voice muffled by the gauze. Karen laughs gently. "Your numb, sweetie," she explains with care. "You're slurring your words a bit." Plankton tries to speak again, his voice still a garbled mess. "Bh-but...my...my...moth," he mumbles. "You're just a bit sleepy," Karen giggles, reaching to gently wipe the drool from his chin. The sight of her husband, normally so sharp and scheming, now reduced to a blubbering mess.
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NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT v (Autistic author) The room grew quiet, the only sound their ragged breaths. Planktonโ€™s eye grew heavy, his body sinking deeper into the embrace of the cushions and blanket. His mind whirled with the events of the day, the diagnosis, the changes, Hannaโ€™s harsh words, and the overwhelming need to escape. His eyelid drooped, his body slowly unwinding from the tension that had held him hostage. "You're okay," Karen murmured, her voice a gentle lullaby in the quiet of the room. "You're safe." The words washed over Plankton like a warm bath, soothing the raw edges of his overstimulated mind. He let out a shaky sigh, his body sinking into the cocoon she had created. The softness of the cushions cradled him, the weight of the blanket a comforting reminder of her presence. His eye grew heavier, the weight of the day's events lifting from his shoulders. Karen's voice was a gentle lullaby, a constant reminder that he was not alone in this new reality. "You're okay," she whispered. "You're safe." The warmth of the room enveloped him, the candles casting a soft glow that danced on the walls. His breaths grew deep and even, his body finally relaxing into sleep. Hanna watched from a distance, filled with regret and sorrow. She saw Planktonโ€™s peaceful features, a stark contrast to the turmoil he'd been in moments before. His small frame looked so fragile, his antennae resting gently on the pillow. Her hand hovered over him, wanting to offer comfort but afraid of the reaction she might elicit. She took a tentative step forward, her heart in her throat. What had she done? Her mind raced with the echoes of their argument. Hanna's gaze lingered on his sleeping face, the lines of distress now smoothed away by the gentle embrace of slumber. She felt a pang of regret for the harshness of her words, the accusations she had thrown at him in a fit of anger. Her hand hovered above his forehead, a silent offer of comfort, but she held back. How could she touch him now, after causing so much pain? Her screen searched his serene expression, her heart aching for the friend she had lost in the storm of misunderstanding. Plankton's features, once twisted with anger and fear, were now a canvas of peace. His antennae lay still against the pillow, a stark contrast to the tumult of moments prior. Hanna felt a tear slide down her cheek as she took in the sight of him, so vulnerable and alone in his corner of the room. Her hand hovered over his forehead, a silent apology for the hurt she had caused. The warmth of her palm was a ghostly presence in the air, yearning to bridge the gap her words had created. But she held back, fearful of the reaction she might stir in his slumber. Hanna searched his tranquil face, the echoes of their confrontation a stark contrast to his current peace. The soft rise and fall of his chest was a testament to his resilience, his ability to find calm amidst the chaos. She felt a wave of sorrow wash over her, regretting her role in the storm that had ravaged his mind. Her hand hovered above his face, the warmth of her palm a silent apology for the pain she had inflicted. But she knew that touch was a minefield for Plankton now, a gesture that might shatter the fragile serenity he had found. So, she simply watched. Hanna searched his features, her gaze lingering on the delicate curve of his antennae, the way his eye was shut, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Plankton's face was a canvas of peace in the candlelit room, a stark contrast to the tumultuous scene that had just unfolded. His sleep was a sanctuary she dared not disturb. Her hand hovered over him, wanting to smooth his furrowed forehead but held back by fear of what her touch might do to him. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of regret and sorrow. What had she said to him? What had she done? Hanna's a storm of emotion, her thoughts a cacophony of doubt and despair. She had never meant to cause him pain, had never understood the depth of his distress. Her hand hovered above his sleeping form, a silent testament to her regret. The candlelight cast a soft glow over his face, his features etched with the traces of his anguish. Plankton's single eye was closed, a tiny line of tension still present between his antennae. His breaths came slow and deep, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier cries. The quiet of the room was a stark contrast to the tumult of her thoughts, each breath a reminder of the damage her words had wrought. Hanna's gaze lingered on his sleeping form, her hands clenched at her sides. How could she have been so blind, so cruel? She watched as his antennae twitched in his sleep, his mouth slighty parted. Karen approached Hanna, her movements deliberate and calm. "Look," she whispered, guiding her hand to Plankton's shoulder. "This is how you touch him." Hanna searched her for guidance, the weight of her actions heavy on her mind. "Like this?" she asked, her fingers hovering above his body, unsure. Karen nodded, a soft smile gracing her. "Yes," she murmured. "Gently, with care." She guided Hanna's hand, her fingertips brushing the outline of Plankton's shoulder. The touch was light, feather-soft, a gentle caress that sent a shiver of comfort through him. Plankton's antennae twitched in his sleep, his body responding to the familiarity of Karen's touch. His breathing grew deeper, his form more relaxed under the weight of her hand. Hanna's screen searched Karen's, looking for reassurance. "See?" Karen whispered. "He's calmer now." The gentleness in her voice was a stark contrast to the harshness of their earlier exchange. "This is how you touch him when he's upset," she said, her hand guiding Hanna's. "With care, with love." Under her guidance, Hanna's fingers hovered over Plankton's shoulder, barely making contact with his skin. The touch was a silent promise of apology, of understanding, of a bond that went beyond the surface of their friendship. Karen watched as Hanna's hand trembled, the weight of their situation heavy upon them both. "It's ok," she whispered. "He's safe now." Guiding her friend's hand, Karen demonstrated the gentle squeeze that Plankton responded to, the pressure a silent reminder of her love and support. Hanna searched his face, the guilt in them dimming as she felt his body relax under her tentative touch. "Just like this," Karen murmured, her voice a gentle guidance in the quiet room. Her fingertips traced a circle on his shoulder, a comforting gesture that she knew by heart. Plankton's antennae stirred slightly, his body acknowledging the familiar comfort. "It's all about his sensory needs," she explained softly, her voice a soothing balm. Hanna's hand mirrored Karen's, the softness of her touch a stark contrast to her earlier anger. Plankton's body reacted immediately, his muscles unclenching, his breaths deepening. The room was a sanctuary of quiet, the only sound the soft sigh of relief. Karen never left Plankton, her gaze a silent instruction. "You see?" she whispered. Hanna nodded, her hand trembling slightly as she mirrored Karen's movements. The contact was light, almost ethereal, a silent communication that transcended words. She felt him relax under her touch, his breaths growing deeper. "It's okay," Karen murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance. The candlelight danced on the walls, casting shadows that seemed to hold their breath as they watched over him. Plankton's sleep grew more peaceful, the tension in his body slowly ebbing away. Under Karen's guidance, Hanna's hand grew steadier, her touch a silent apology. Each stroke, each squeeze, was a promise to learn, to understand, to be a better friend. The softness of her movements was a stark contrast to the harshness of her words, a testament to her willingness to change. Plankton's body grew still, his antennae lying flat against the pillow. The room was a sanctuary of quiet, the candle's glow a gentle reminder of the love that surrounded him. Hanna watched him filled with sorrow and regret. "Thank you," she whispered to Karen, her voice a fragile thread in the stillness. Karen never left his peaceful visage, a silent prayer of gratitude for the calm they had restored. "You have to understand," she murmured, her voice a gentle teach. "He has a condition..โ€ "I just... I thought he was being difficult." The words hung in the air, a confession of ignorance and pain. Karen ached for her friend, the depth of her remorse evident. "It's not difficulty," Karen explained gently. "It's just... different." Hanna's screen searched hers, a flicker of understanding beginning to dawn. "I didn't know," she whispered, her voice a plea for forgiveness. "I didn't mean to hurt him." Karen nodded, her hand still on Plankton's shoulder. "I know," she said softly. "But now you do. And now, we learn together."
new no less to be different plaren hanna
DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 8 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) "Let it out. You're safe." Karen's hand hovers, a silent offer of support. Plankton's antennas twitch, his eye flitting between her and the chaos he's created. With a sudden jerk, he throws the pillow aside, the feathers fluttering to the ground like a defeated battle flag. He turns to her, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I hate this," he whispers, his voice filled with despair. "I hate that I can'tโ€”" He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he starts to shake, his body convulsing with the force of his emotions. Karen knows he's about to have seizure convulsions. With swiftness borne of practiced experience, she moves to catch him. "Plankton, it's okay," she coos, her voice a lifeline in the storm. "Let's sit down." Gently, she guides him to the bed, her eyes never leaving his. His body spasms once, twice, before settling into a tremble. The room is still, the only sound his ragged breathing and the occasional quiver of his antennae. Karen's heart is racing, but her hands are steady as she takes his. "Breathe with me," she says, her voice a soft rhythm. "In, and out." Plankton's eye locks on hers, his pupil dilating as he focuses on her words. He takes a deep breath, his body shuddering with the effort. "Good," Karen whispers, her thumbs gently stroking his wrists. "Again." The tremors slowly ease, his breathing evening out. "It's okay, Plankton," she says, her voice a lullaby. "You're okay." His antennae twitch, his body relaxes. For a moment, there's only the sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet. Then, with a sigh, Plankton slumps against her, his body limp with exhaustion. Karen wraps her arms around him, her heart aching. "I'm here," she whispers. "I'm not going anywhere." Plankton's antennae quiver slightly, and he nods, his eye closing. Karen can feel the tension leaving his body, the storm of emotions retreating. His breathing slows, his antennae falling still. For a few moments, the only sound in the room is their synchronized breathing. Then, with a shudder, Plankton starts to cry. Karen holds him tighter, rocking him gently as he sobs into her shoulder. His tiny body shakes with the force of his pain, his antennas drooping. "I'm sorry," Plankton whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to scare you." His words are muffled by his tears, his antennae twitching with each tremble. Karen strokes his back, her eyes filled with understanding. "It's okay," she soothes, her voice a balm to his soul. "You're overwhelmed." She's seen this before, the sudden storms of feeling that his autism can unleash. Plankton's sobs come in waves, his body jerking with each one. Karen knows these moments are like earthquakes for him, shaking him to his core. "You didn't mean it," she whispers, her voice a constant in the chaos. "You just need a moment." He nods against her, his antennae still drooping. "I'm sorry," he says again, his voice tiny. Karen's heart clenches. She wishes she could take away his pain, but she knows that's not how it works. Instead, she simply holds him, her arms a steady embrace in the tempest. "It's okay," she repeats, her voice a lullaby. "I'm here." Plankton's crying slows to a hiccup, and he pulls back, his antennae drooping. He wipes his eye, his face a mask of regret. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean toโ€”" "You don't have to apologize," Karen cuts him off, her eyes soft with compassion. "You can't help how you feel." She knows the guilt he's feeling, the weight of his own frustrations. She rocks him gently, her hand rubbing his back in slow circles. Plankton's breaths deepen as he relaxes into her embrace. His antennae, which had been quivering start to settle. The tension eases from his body, and his muscles loosen. Karen's soothing love and gentle touch are a balm to his frayed nerves. He leans into her, his head on her shoulder, his antennae brushing against her. Karen presses a kiss to his forehead, her hand continuing to stroke his back. "It's okay," she whispers. "You're safe." Plankton's body responds, his antennae dropping slightly. He sighs, his body going slack against her. She can feel the last of the tension drain out of him, and his breathing evens out. Her voice is a soft lullaby in the quiet, a steady beat to match the rhythm of his breaths. "Just relax," she says, her words a gentle command. "Let it all go." And he does, his muscles unclenching, his mind drifting. "Thanks.." Plankton says sleepily in her embrace. Plankton's body goes lax, his eye closing fully as he surrenders to the comfort of Karen's embrace. She knows He's fallen into a deep sleep when he starts to snore gently, his antennae still resting on her shoulder. Karen holds him closer, her hand continuing a soothing pattern on his back, each stroke a silent promise. Plankton's antennae rest gently against her, his body curled into her side. The room is quiet, save for his soft snores. Her hand moves in gentle circles on his back, the motion soothing to them both. She can feel the tension slowly draining from his body, his antennae finally still. The soft light from the moon filters in through the window, casting a pale glow on his features. In sleep, Plankton looks peaceful, the furrow in his brow smoothed away. Karen kisses his forehead. His snores deepen, a testament to his trust in her. Her hand strokes his antennae, now limp with sleep. He's just her Plankton, her partner, her love. Her gentle touch seems to soothe his slumber, a reminder of the sanctuary their bond provides.
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 10 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) The next morning, Plankton wakes up before Karen. He sits up in bed, his antennae twitching slightly as he takes in the room. His eye darts to Karen, still sleeping peacefully on her bed. He feels a wave of guilt and fear, his antennae drooping. He moves to get out of bed, his body still feeling the aftershocks of the previous night's tremors. He pads over to Chip's bedroom. The door is open a crack, letting in a sliver of sunlight. Plankton hesitates, his antennas twitching. He's not sure if he's ready to face his son yet, but he knows he has to try. He pushes the door open to find Chip sitting up on his bed. Chip's eyes are red-rimmed, his face puffy from crying. He looks at Plankton, his expression a mix of fear and hope. Plankton's heart squeezes at the sight. He moves into the room, his antennae waving awkwardly. "Hey," he says, his voice gruff with sleep. "Hi, Dad," Chip says, his voice small. Plankton sits down on the edge of the bed, his antennae quivering with nerves. He's not good with words, especially not when it comes to feelings. Does he address it, or just pretend yesterday didn't happen? He decides on the latter. "Whatcha doing?" Plankton asks, trying to keep his tone light. Chip looks up, his eyes wet. "Just thinking," he whispers. "About you." Plankton's antennae twitch, his stomach doing a flip. He's not used to this kind of emotional exchange, but he can feel the weight of his son's words. He clears his throat, trying to find a neutral response. "I'm fine," he says, his voice careful. But Chip's eyes tell a different story. "You had a seizure," he says, his voice shaking. "You scared meโ€”" Plankton's antennae shoot up, his body tense. "I didn't ask for you to watch," he snaps, his voice sharp. Chip's eyes widen with hurt, and Plankton feels a sting of regret. He didn't mean to be cruel, but his fear of vulnerability turns his words into a shield. "Dadโ€”" But Plankton cuts him off. "I've been dealing with this my whole life, and so I don't need you to tell me what to do." His antennas are stiff with anger, his body tight with tension. Chip's eyes fill with tears. "I just wanted to help," he says, his voice trembling. "I didn't know what to do." Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye softening. He's aware of the pain he's causing, but his fear of being seen as weak overpowers his regret. "Chip, don't act like you know everything," Plankton says, his antennae twitching rapidly. "You can't just think you get me. I'd like to see you try to live with this!" His words are a sharp contrast to the gentle stroking of his antennae that Karen had shown him, his voice echoing with frustration. "I bet you wouldn't last a day," he adds, his body stiff with the weight of his own experience. Chip's eyes fill with tears, but he holds them back. He wants to be understood, to be a part of his father's world, but it feels like he's always a step behind. "I just want to help," he says again, his voice smaller now. "I don't know how, butโ€”" Plankton rolls his eye. "Oh, you think you can just waltz in and solve all my problems?" he says, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You think you're some kind of autism expert now?" His antennae twitch nervously. He's trying to keep his emotions in check, but the fear of being a burden is a beast he's wrestled with for too long. Chip's jaw tightens, his shoulders rising. "I just want to know what you're going through," he says, his voice firm. "Is tha-" Plankton's antennae shoot up, his eye flashing with anger. "You think I need a little boy to figure out my own brain?" he sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Thanks for the offer, Einstein, but I've managed to survive this long without your 'help'." Chip's face falls, his eyes brimming with tears. "Butโ€”" "But nothing!" Plankton cuts in, his antennae quivering with agitation. "I don't need your pity, or your 'help'!" His voice is sharp, each word a blade that slices through the air. Chip's eyes shine with unshed tears, but his voice remains steady. "But you're my dad, and I want to understand." Plankton's antennae drop slightly, his sneer softening into a frown. He knows his son means well, but his own fear of being a disappointment makes his skin crawl. "Look, kid," Plankton says, his tone patronizing. "Some things you just can't understand, okay? So go back to playing with your toys and let me handle the big boy stuff." His antennae wave in a dismissive gesture. Chip's eyes narrow, his determination growing. He's not going to let his dad push him away again. "I'm not a kid, and I'm not stupid," Chip says, his voice firm. "I just want to know how to help when you're like this." Plankton's antennae droop slightly at the challenge, his face a mask of irritation. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't realize you had a PhD in Autism 101. What's the secret, Chip? Tell me, what's the magic word that makes it all go away?" His antennae wave in an exaggerated fashion, his eye rolling dramatically. Chip's cheeks burn with frustration and hurt. "Dad I just wa-" "What?" Plankton says, cutting him off. "You want a gold star for trying to play therapist?" His antennae twitch, a clear sign of his agitation. Chip's eyes fill with a mix of anger and hurt, but he swallows it down. "No, I just want to be there for yo--" "Oh, you think you can just ride in and save the day?" Plankton's tone drips with sarcasm. Chip's cheeks redden, but his resolve holds firm. "No, Dad, I just want to be there for you," he says, his voice steady. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye narrowing. "What's your expert advice then, Dr. Chip?" his voice heavy with sarcasm. "You're going to tell me to count, or breathe into a paper bag?" He can't help the bitterness that seeps into his words, his fear of being seen as weak by his own son. Chip's jaw clenches, his fists balling at his sides. He wants to scream, to shout that he's not trying to be a hero, just a son who cares. But he knows that would only make things worse, so he takes a deep breath, his voice even. "No, Dad," he says, his tone calm. "But maybe if you'd just tell me what helps you..." Plankton's antennae shoot up, his eye flashing. "Maybe you should just mind your own business," he snaps, his voice cold. "Or you can go cry to your mommy again." The words hang in the air, sharp as knives. Chip's eyes widen, and his cheeks flush with anger. He's had enough of his dad's patronizing tone. "I'm not a baby," he says, his voice steady. "And I can handle this." "Oh, really?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what exactly do you know about it?" His eye narrows, daring Chip to challenge him. Chip's eyes burn with a mix of anger and sadness. "I know you have seizures that make you scared and upset," he says, his voice measured. "I know Mom is also getting tired of you and your outbursts. But you hurt people, Dad. And it's not fair to us, or to Mom, who you don't know how much she hates being your punching bag!" Without another word, Plankton turns and leaves Chip's bed room. He slams the door behind him.
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 11 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Karen stirs in her sleep. Her eyes fly open. She sits up, as Plankton comes back into their room. His antennae are drooping, his eye filled with a sadness that makes her stomach clench. "What happened?" she asks. Plankton avoids her gaze, his body language tense. "It's nothing," he mumbles, his voice tight with anger, mostly at the thought of Karen hurting and being tired of him. Karen's heart breaks at the sight of his pain. She knows his condition is a daily battle, one that often leaves them all feeling defeated. "Plankton," she says gently, reaching out. He flinches. "Baby, what's wrong?" Plankton's antennae twitch, his body tense. "Don't," he says, his voice gruff. "I don't want to talk about it." His eye darts around the room, avoiding hers. Karen sighs, her hand dropping to her side. "Okay," she says softly, her voice filled with understanding. She knows his walls are up, his antennae a shield. "But if you ever do, I'm he-" "I said don't!" Plankton snaps, his antennae shooting up. His voice is loud, his fear of burdening Karen turned into anger. Karen's heart clenches at the pain in his voice. She sits up slowly, her movements deliberate. "Okay," she says calmly. "We don't have to talk now. But remember, I'm always here for yo-" Plankton cuts her off, his antennae quivering with anger. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" his voice echoes through the tiny room, bouncing off the walls and filling the air with a tension that feels like a storm. Karen's eyes are filled with a sadness that's almost palpable. She nods once, her hand retreating. "Okay," she says, her voice low. "I'm just here, Plank..." He turns away from her, his back a wall of pain. She can see his shoulders tense, his body a tightly wound spring. "Just leave me alone," he says, his voice a whisper of defeat, unable to bear the thought of possibly hurting her. The room feels smaller, the air thicker. Karen's eyes fill with tears, but she knows better than to push. Plankton's autism isn't a puzzle to solve, but a dance to learn, a delicate balance of space and support. She nods, her heart aching. "Whenever you're ready, I---" "Just leave it, Karen," he says, his voice a mix of anger and sadness. He doesn't look at her, his eye fixed on the floor. His antennae are still, a rare sign of his overwhelming emotion. Karen swallows hard, her hand hovering over his back before retreating. "Okay," she whispers, her voice a balm in the tension. "I'm here when you're re---" But Plankton's antennae shoot up, cutting her off. "Why?" he demands, his eye flashing. "Why do you keep saying that? What do you really think of me?" His voice is sharp, his fear of her pity lacing his words. Karen's eyes widen, surprised by his accusation. "Plankton, what are you talking about?" she asks, her voice gentle. "I love you, just as you are." But he's not listening, his antennae twitching rapidly. He turns to face her, his eye filled with doubt. "But do you really?" he asks, his voice quavering. "Or do you just stay because you feel sorry for me?" Karen's eyes widen, the accusation like a slap to her face. "Plankton, no," she says, her voice trembling. "You know I don'tโ€”" He shakes his head, his antennas waving erratically. "No, I don't know," he says, his voice cracking. "You're always so calm, so... so patient with me. And then I justโ€”" His words taper off, his antennae drooping as he fights back a sob. Karen reaches out, her hand hovering near his shoulder. "Plankton, sweetie, I love you," she says, her voice soothing. "I love all of you, not just the easy parts." But Plankton's antennae twitch, his doubt a barrier between them. "How can you love this?" he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. "How can you love someone who can't even tell you when they're about toโ€”" Karen's eyes fill with tears, but her voice remains steady. "I love all of you, Plankton," she says, her hand still hovering. "The good, the bad, the seizuresโ€” it's all part of who you are." Her voice is a lifeline, a gentle reminder that she sees him, not just his condition. Plankton's antennae droop, his eye clouded with doubt. "But it's not fair to you," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I know you're tired, I see it in your screen." Karen's hand hovers, unsure if touch will make it better or worse. "Plankton," she says softly, "you are my everything. I chose to be here, with you. I chose to love you through the seizures, through the tough times." Her words are a gentle caress in the stillness of the room, a promise of unyielding support. But Plankton's antennae wave in doubt, his body a testament to his inner turmoil. "You don't have to," he murmurs, his voice a whisper of pain. "You could leave." Karen's eyes are filled with love and sadness, her hand still hovering, unsure of how to bridge the gap between them. "Leave?" she echoes, her voice gentle. "Why would I ever leave you?" Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye averted. "You wouldn't have to deal with this," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "You could have someone who doesn't make you sad, or scared." His words hang heavy in the air, his fear of driving her away a palpable presence in the room. Karen's hand falls to her lap, her heart aching. "You're not a burden, Plankton," she says, her voice firm with conviction. "You're the reason I wake up every morning, the reason I smile." She pauses, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Your seizures don't define you, and they don't define us." But Plankton's antennae continue to quiver, his doubt a living entity in the room. "You don't have to say that," he murmurs. "I guess I'll never be whaa-" Plankton chokes back a sob. "What even Chip says you deserve!" Karen's eyes widen, her hand now resting on his shoulder. "Wait, what did Chip say?" Plankton turns away, his antennae drooping. "JUST FORGET IT!" He stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind him, the sound a stark contrast to the quiet sobs that follow. Karen remains still for a moment, her heart racing. Then, with a deep breath, she slides out of bed, her movements deliberate.
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 19 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Plankton's body continues to shake, his breaths quick and shallow. Karen takes over, her hands gentle as she guides him out of the chair, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "I'm sorry, ho-" But Plankton also fears Karen now because of her restraining him. He jolts at her approach. "Plank..." Karen's voice trails off, her expression one of pained realization. "I'm sor-" But Plankton's fear of Karen has grown. She's the one who held him down too, who forced him to endure the unbearable. His antennae flatten against his head, his body shaking as he tries to move away from her. "Don't," he whispers, his voice a rasp of fear. "Don't touch me." Karen's eyes fill with sorrow, her hand hovering uncertainly in the space between them. "Plankton, sweetie, it's okay," she says, her voice trembling. "It's just a misunderstanding." But Plankton's terror is too strong, his memories too fresh. He flinches at the sound of her voice, his antennae quivering. "Karen," he whispers, his voice a shaky plea. "Please... don't." His eye is wide with fear, his body stiff with tension. Karen's heart breaks, the pain in his gaze a stark contrast to the warmth she'd felt in his smile just hours before. "It's me," she says, her voice thick with regret. "It's Karen." Yet Plankton's body jerks away from her as if she's a danger to him, his antennae flattened in a protective stance. Karen's eyes fill with sorrow as she takes a step back, her hand dropping to her side. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I di-" But Plankton's fear is a living entity now, a creature that has latched onto him and won't let go. He stumbles backward, his legs shaking as he tries to put distance between them. "No," he whispers, his voice trembling. "You're not my Karen. You're... you're not safe!" Karen's eyes fill with sorrow, her heart aching. She'd never wanted to be a source of fear for Plankton. "Sweetie, I'm right here," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "I'm not going to hurt you." But her words bounce off the invisible barrier his fear has built. Chip watches from the doorway, his own fear mirroring his dad's. He wants to rush in, to make everything right, but he knows that would only make it worse. So he stands, frozen, his fists clenched at his side. The room is a tableau of despair, Plankton's sobs echoing off the cold, sterile walls. Karen's eyes are wet with unshed tears, her hand still reaching out, even though Plankton's retreating from it. "Do yo--" Her voice catches as she sees his fear, a raw emotion that she's never seen directed at her before. "Plankton, baby," she whispers, "it's me. I'm never going to hurt you." But Plankton's eye is wild, his antennae a frantic blur. He stumbles backward, his body colliding with the wall behind him. "No," he cries out, his voice raw with panic. "You're not! You just... You just hurt me!" Karen's hand falls to her side, defeated. The reality of the situation crashes down on her, a cold, hard weight. She's hurt the one person she'd sworn to protect, the one who needs her understanding the most. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I didn't mean to..." But Plankton's fear has consumed him, turning him into a creature of pure instinct. He presses his back against the wall, his antennae flat against his head, his body shaking with sobs. "Don't," he whispers, his voice a desperate plea. "Please don't ever do that again." Karen's heart breaks into a thousand pieces, each one sharp and jagged. She can't bear the thought that she's the reason for his fear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she says, her voice trembling. "I didn't understand. I'll never do anything to scare yo-" But Plankton's sobs only grow louder, his antennae trembling with every intake of breath. "You said it would be okay, even when it wasn't," he whispers, his voice a broken whisper. Karen's eyes fill with regret, her heart heavy with the weight of his pain. "Sorry," she says, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I-I-I-Iโ€ฆ" The room feels like it's shrinking, the air thick with the scent of fear and antiseptic. Karen tries to find the right words, anything to break through the panic that has swallowed her husband. "I didn't know," she whispers, her eyes searching his for understanding. "But now I do, and I'll never let anyone do that to you again." Jill clears her throat. "I'll go get the main dentist." She walks out of the room. The silence is deafening, the echo of Plankton's sobs the only sound. Karen moves slowly toward him, her steps soft and deliberate. "Shh, it's okay," she whispers, her hand outstretched. "I'm here." Plankton's antennae twitch, but he doesn't push her away. Instead, he leans into her, his body seeking the comfort of her touch.
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