Sheldon J. Plankton/Karen Emojis & Text

JUST A TOUCH v
(Autistic author)


Hanna's confusion is clear
as she watches Karen crouch
before Plankton, her hand hovering
an inch from his shoulder.
"Plankton, sweetie," Karen says,
her voice a gentle coax. "It's just
me." No indication from Plankton
though.

Hanna's eyes dart from
Karen to Plankton and back,
trying to piece together what
has happened. "What's wrong with
him?" she whispers.

"He's just overwhelmed,"
Karen says, her voice tight with
frustration.

Hanna looks 
from Karen 
to Plankton,
his body rigid.

"What happened?"
she asks again, her voice
laced with concern. Karen
sighs heavily, her eyes
full of pain. "Plankton
has Acquired Autism."

The words hang in
the air like a heavy
cloud, casting a shadow
over the room. Hanna's
face falls, her hand
covering her mouth in shock.

"Oh no," she murmurs,
realizing her mistake. "I didn't know."
Her eyes dart to Plankton,
his body still frozen, his
gaze vacant. "I'm so sorry."
She says, reaching for him
again as Karen's.

Karen's hand shoots out,
stopping her mid-air. "No, don't,"
she says firmly. "He's hypersensitive
now. Sometimes touch can be...
painful."

Hanna's hand retreats, her eyes
widening. "I didn't know," she
whispers, her voice filled with regret.
"I just wanted to be friendly."

Karen's expression softens slightly.
"It's okay," she says, her voice
calming. "You couldn't have
known." But Plankton remains
still, his eye unblinking.

"Plankton," Karen whispers,
her hand reaching for his.
He doesn't flinch this time,
his body still as stone. She
squeezes gently, hoping the
familiar gesture will bring him
back. "You're safe at home."

Hanna watches, her
heart heavy with guilt. She had
no idea her enthusiasm could
have such a profound effect on him.
"What can I do?" she asks,
her voice shaky.

Karen looks up, her eyes
tired. "Just give us some
space," she says. "Let me...
let me help him."

Hanna nods, her own screen
brimming with unshed tears.
"Of course," she murmurs, backing
away.

Plankton remains frozen,
his gaze locked on the floor.
Karen wraps her arms around
his shoulders.

"It's okay, Plankton," she whispers,
her voice soothing. "You're
safe here." She rubs his arm
lightly, the way she's learned
not to cause him discomfort.

He doesn't move, but she
can feel the tension slowly
leaving his body. His antennae
lift slightly.

"You're okay," Karen repeats,
her voice a gentle murmur. "Just
breathe."

Slowly, Plankton's body begins
to relax, his antennae
twitching as he takes in her
words. Hanna watches from
a distance. "I'm sorry," she says,
her voice quieter. "I didn't
know. I didn't mean to..."
Her words trail off, but Karen
simply nods, her eyes not
leaving Plankton's. "It's okay,"
she repeats. "We're still
learning."

Hanna sits on the edge of the
sofa, her eyes never leaving
them. She feels like an intruder,
a bull in a china shop. She
had come to offer support,
but instead, she'd triggered something
deep within him. The room
feels heavy with unspoken words.

"I didn't mean to push him,"
she says, her voice barely a whisper.
"I just didn't know." Karen's grip
on Plankton tightens slightly,
but she doesn't look up. "It's okay,"
she says again, her voice a lifeline
in the quiet. "It's a lot to take in."

Hanna nods, her screen filling
with tears she quickly wipes away.
"But I'll learn," she says, her
determination clear. "I want to be
a good friend to both of you."

Plankton's antennae quiver, a
faint glimmer of recognition
flickering in his eye. Karen
nods.

"Thank you," she murmurs, her voice
barely audible. Hanna watches
as Karen's gentle touch seems to
break through the barriers Plankton
has erected. His body slowly
unfurls from his rigid stance,
his gaze shifting from the floor
to meet Karen's.

"It's okay," Karen repeats,
her voice a balm. "Let's go to
our room. You need to rest."
Plankton nods slightly, allowing
her to guide him away from
the living room.

Hanna watches them go, her heart
aching for her friend. She knows
she's overstayed her welcome,
but she can't bear to leave without
apologizing to Plankton. "I'll go,"
she says, her voice thick.

Karen turns, her screen
swimming with unshed tears.
"Thank you, Hanna," she says,
her voice hoarse.

Hanna nods, her own eyes
shimmering. "Call me if you
need anything," she says, her
voice thick with emotion. She
stands, her legs feeling like
jelly, and makes her way
to the door, her heart
heavy with the weight of
what she's done.

The moment the door clicks shut,
Karen feels the tension in the
room dissipate slightly. Plankton's
body relaxes a fraction, his
eye no longer staring blankly
at the floor. She leads him
to their bedroom, the familiar
surroundings seeming to soothe
his frazzled nerves.

Once inside, she helps him
into bed, the softness of the
covers a stark contrast to the
rigidness of his body. She pulls
the curtains shut, dimming the
lights to reduce the sensory
stimulation. Plankton's antennae
twitch, a sign of his relief.
Karen sits beside him.

"I'm sorry," she whispers,
her voice thick with emotion.
"I didn't know she'd..."

Plankton's gaze meets hers,
his eye less intense now. "It's okay,"
he says, his voice monotone. "Just need...
quiet."

Karen nods, her hand
still resting on his shoulder.
"I'm here," she says. "I'm always here."

new just a touch hannacore v

GREAT CHIP v
(Autistic author)

Eventually, Plankton stirs, his 
antennae twitching slightly. 
His eye opens, and for a 
moment, he's disoriented. He 
looks at Chip, then at his hand 
on his own, and a flicker of 
memory passes through his eye. 
He then pulls his hand 
away. "It's okay, Dad," Chip says 
softly. "I'm here."

Plankton's expression shifts.
He sighs, his eye dropping to 
his son's hand.

"Chip," he murmurs. "Wh-what 
happened?"

Chip's heart skips a beat.
He wasn't sure how much to say,
but he knew he couldn't lie. "You had
another... moment," he says carefully.

Plankton's face falls, the weight
of his own reality crashing down
on him like a heavy fog. He nods slowly,
his eye searching the room as if
trying to piece together the puzzle
of his lost time.

"I'm sorry," Chip says, his voice
barely above a whisper. "I didn't know."

Plankton's eye meets his, the anger
dissipating like the fog. 
"It's not your fault,"
he says, his voice weary. 
"I just... I can't handle
much sometimes."

Chip nods, feeling a lump
in his throat. "Can I hug you?"
he asks tentatively, remembering
his mother's advice.

Plankton's antennae droop,
his eye searching Chip's face.
After a moment, he nods. "Yes,
but just for a second."

Chip leans in 
carefully, wrapping
his arms around 
his dad's shoulders.
Plankton tenses, 
his body
a coil of nerves.

The hug is brief, but 
it feels like
an eternity to Chip. 
He pulls back,
his eyes searching 
Plankton's face.
"Are you okay?"

Plankton's eye blinks 
slowly. "I will be,"
he says, his voice 
weary. "I just need some
time to regroup."

Chip nods, his mind racing
with questions and fears.
He didn't know what to say,
how to fix this.
He just knew he didn't want
his dad to feel like this.

Karen watches from the doorway,
her heart heavy with the weight of
the unspoken words between them.
She wishes she could take the pain
away, but she knows that this
moment belonged to her husband
and her son.

Chip's hand lingers in the space
where Plankton's was, feeling
the warmth that's no longer there.
He swallows hard, trying to push
his fears aside. "What can I do?"
he asks, his voice trembling.

Plankton takes a deep breath,
his antennae twitching as he tries
to gather his thoughts. "Just maybe
try not to touch me... unless I ask."

The words hang in the air,
a stark reminder of the chasm
that's opened between them.
Chip nods solemnly, his heart heavy.
He doesn't fully understand
his dad's condition, but he knows
it's real and it's painful. And he knows
he played a part in it today.

"Dad," he starts 
tentatively, 
"Can we talk
about your... 
moments?"

Plankton's antennae 
droop. "What do you
want to know?" he 
asks, his voice
sounding more 
tired than defensive.

Chip takes a 
deep breath, trying
to formulate his
thoughts. "Well, I just
want to understand
what you go through.
What happens during
those moments?"

Plankton looks away, his
face contorting with the
effort of explaining.
"It's like my brain goes
on a vacation without me,"
he says finally. "Everything's
too much, and I just...
zone out."

Chip nods, trying to
picture it. "What's it like?
The zoning out, I mean."

Plankton sighs, his antennae
waving slightly. "It's like...
being in a movie theater, but
instead of watching the movie,
the lights and sounds are all around me.
They're too bright, too loud. And when I come
back, it's like the movie's still playing
in fast forward. I miss parts of it,
and I can't rewind."

Chip's eyes widen with
understanding. "So, it's like a break,
but it's not fun for you?"

Plankton nods. "It's more like
a reboot. My brain needs it,
but it's scary not knowing
when it'll happen or how
long it'll last."

Chip's eyes searched his dad's,
seeing the vulnerability behind
the usual bravado. "But why do
you get so mad sometimes?"

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his face contorting with the effort
of explaining. "It's like...
everything's too much, and then
I can't stop it," he said. "It's like
being stuck in a loop of noises
and feelings, and I just need to
make it stop. And sometimes, that
means getting angry."

Chip's eyes searched his dad's,
trying to understand. "But why
does it make you so mad?"

Plankton's antennae drooped.
"It's not just from 
anger," he corrected gently.
"It's overstimulation. My brain
can't process everything at once,
so it shuts down to protect itself."

Chip nodded, his eyes
wide with realization.
He'd never thought of it
like that before. "So, it's like
you're in a crowded room,
and everyone's talking at you
at the same time?"

Plankton's eye lit up
slightly. "Exactly," he said,
his voice a mix of relief
and exhaustion. "And when
you touch me afterward,
it's like someone turning
the volume up even louder."

Chip's hand retreated to
his lap, understanding
dawning on his face. "So, it's like...
sensory overload?"

Plankton nodded, his eye
closing briefly. "Yes, it's like my
brain's circuits are fried, and I just
need a reset."

Chip sat quietly,
absorbing his father's words.
He'd never thought about it
from that perspective before.
He knew his dad was different,
but he didn't understand
the depth of his struggle.

"What about the seizures?"
Chip asked, his voice tentative.
"Do they feel like that too?"

Plankton nodded, his antennae
waving slightly. "They're like...
a storm in my head," he said,
his voice strained. "They come
without warning, and I can't do
anything to stop them. It's like
everything's too much, and my brain
has to shut down to protect itself."

Chip's eyes grew wide
with empathy. "That sounds 
scary. But I've seen you hug
mom.."

Plankton sighed, his antennae
waving slightly. "It's different
with your mom. She knows 
how to touch me without making
it too much."

Chip's mind raced, trying to grasp
the complexities of his dad's
neurodivergence. "But how?"
he pressed, eager to learn.

Plankton took a moment to gather
his thoughts. "It's like...everything
is too loud or too bright,
and I can't just turn it down.
So, when I get overwhelmed,
my brain goes to 'sleep' for a bit."

Chip nodded slowly, his eyes
fixed on his father's antennae
which had stopped their erratic twitching.
"But what if I want to hug you?"
he asked, his voice tentative.

Plankton's eye opened, a glimmer
of something akin to hope flickering
within its depths. "Then you ask,"
he said simply. "You ask, and if I say
yes, you hug me gently. Like this."
He demonstrated by placing
his own hand on Chip's shoulder,
his grip firm but not tight. "But only
if I'm okay with it, okay?"

Chip nodded, feeling a weight
lift slightly from his chest.
"Okay," he whispered, his voice
shaky with emotion.

new great chip learncore v

CATCH IN MY CHIP v
(Autistic author)

The silence is heavy, filled
with the echoes of shattered
shell and shredded photos.
Karen's gaze is on her husband,
her heart aching as she sees
the turmoil in his eye. She knew to
tread carefully. She turns to him,
as he's hyperventilating.

"Plankton," she says firmly,
but her voice is gentle. 
He doesn't respond at 
first. But eventually,
he turns to her.

"I know you're upset, but you
can't talk to Chip like that,"
Karen says, her voice steady.
"He's just a kid, and he loves
you. He's trying to understand."

Plankton's breaths come in
quick, harsh gasps, his chest
heaving.

Karen approaches him, her
movements deliberate and calm.
"Plankton," she says, her voice
even. "Look at me."

Plankton's breaths slow,
his eye flicking to hers. He's
still trembling with anger, but
the storm seems to be passing.
"I know you're upset," she
continues. "But you can't take
it out on Chip. He loves you."

Plankton's shoulders slump,
his body deflating like a balloon.
"I know," he murmurs, his voice
barely a whisper. "I just... I can't..."

Karen nods, her eyes filled
with understanding. "It's okay,
sweetie," she says, her hand on his
back. "It's a lot to handle." She
guides him back to the bed, her touch
gentle and soothing. "Let's talk about
this when you're feeling better."

Plankton nods, his body still
shaking with the aftermath of
his outburst. He sits down heavily,
his eye cast down at the mess
around him. "I just wanted to show..."
he starts, but his voice trails off.

Karen sits beside him, her hand
still on his back. "I know you did,
dear," she says, her voice filled
with compassion. "But you have to
understand that Chip doesn't know
how to help you yet. And throwing
things and yelling isn't going to
make it better."

Plankton's breaths slow, his
body still tense. "But he...
he doesn't get it," he murmurs.
"He just kept pushing."

Karen nods, her eyes never
leaving his. "I know, Plankton.
And it's our job to teach him.
To help him understand." She
speaks softly, her voice a gentle
reminder of the love that fills
the room despite the chaos.

Plankton's eye meets hers,
his anger slowly receding. He nods,
his shoulders slumping. "I know,"
he says, his voice ragged with
emotion. "I just... I want him to
see me, not just... this."

Karen sighs, her hand still
on his back. "He does see you,
Plankton. He sees the amazing
person you are. But he's
just learning about autism."

Plankton's eye narrows, his antennas
drooping slightly. "But why
can't he just be careful?"
He asks, his voice filled
with pain. "Why does he have
to be so... much?"

Karen's heart breaks at the
sorrow in his voice. "He's just
excited, Plankton. He doesn't
understand the way you do."

Plankton sighs, his antennas
drooping. "I know," he murmurs.
"But it's so... overwhelming."

Karen nods, her eyes filled with
understanding. "I know, sweetie,"
she says. "But we can't expect
Chip to understand everything
right away."

She gets up and goes to the
closed bathroom door, her knuckles
lightly rapping against the wood.
"Chip, honey," she calls out, her voice
soft. "Can you come out?"

The door opens slowly, and Chip's
face is a mess of sand and tears.
Karen's heart clenches at the sight.
"Come here," she says, her tone gentle.

She pulls him into her arms,
his small body shaking with sobs.
"It's okay, baby," she whispers. "Daddy's just
having a hard time right now."

Plankton's eye follow them,
his own anger now replaced with regret.
He opens his mouth to apologize,
but no words come out. Karen nods
towards the bed, a silent invitation
for him to join them.

With a heavy sigh, Plankton
moves to sit on the edge, his
body still trembling with the
residual rage. Chip's sobs
subside into quiet sniffles, but
his face is still a picture of
hurt and confusion.

"Chip," Karen starts, her voice
calm and steady, "what happened
today is because Daddy's brain works
differently, remember?" She
looks at Plankton, whose gaze is
now on the floor, filled with
remorse. "And sometimes, we all
have to learn how to communicate
better."

Chip nods, his eyes red from crying,
still not fully understanding.
"But Daddy broke my trophy," he
whispers, holding a shard of it
in his hand.

Karen sighs, her gaze flicking to
Plankton. "Yes, and that was
wrong of him. But we need to
talk about why it happened."
She looks back at Chip, her eyes
filled with compassion. "Sometimes,
when Daddy gets too overwhelmed,
he doesn't know how to handle it.
It's like when you're really upset
and you don't know what to do with
all those big feelings."

Chip looks up at her, his eyes still
wet with tears. "But why did he yell?"

Karen takes a deep breath, her
hands stroking Chip's back in gentle
circles. "Because, honey, Daddy's brain
sometimes gets too full, like a jar of
sand with too many shells. And when that
happens, he needs a little help to
make room again."

Chip looks up at her, his eyes
searching hers for understanding.
"But I didn't mean to make him
mad," he says, his voice shaky.

Karen nods, her eyes never leaving
his. "I know, sweetie," she says,
her voice a gentle caress. "But sometimes,
even when we don't mean to, we can
overwhelm people. It's not your fault."

She glances at Plankton, who's still
staring at the floor, his body
a taut bow of tension. "Daddy just
needs some time," she says, her voice
soothing. "We all do sometimes."

new catch in my chip Chip Plankton II v

CHIP AND FAIL v
(Autistic author)

"Mom, something's wrong with Dad!"
Karen rushes into the room.

Karen's gaze falls on Plankton,
her heart aching at the sight
of her husband's distress. She knows
his limits, knows the signs of
his overstimulation. She had hoped
this wouldn't happen, had hoped that
Chip's visit would be a gentle one,
that they could find a way to
connect without pushing Plankton too
far. But she had underestimated
Chip's excitement, his need for
physical closeness. Her heart 
broke for both her son and
her husband. He had never
seen his dad like this, never
known that his boundless enthusiasm
could have such a profound effect. She
knew this moment might come
someday. She's had to handle
Plankton's meltdowns before, but
not with Chip in the room. She
quickly assesses the situation,
seeing the confusion and fear
in Chip's screen.

"MOM, PLEASE..."

Karen rushes over, her screen
wide with fear and concern. She
sees Plankton's unblinking eye,
his unresponsive state. She
understands immediately.

"PLEASE MOM..."

Karen's screen darted between her
son's frantic expression and
Plankton's unresponsive form. She
knew she had to act fast. She could
see the confusion in Chip's screen,
the desperation to understand.

"But Mom, I..."

Yet Karen, who's priority is
Plankton's urgency, cuts Chip off.

"Chip," she says firmly, her voice
filled with a calm urgency. She
doesn't have time to explain.
"Listen to me, honey. You need to
let me handle this. Go to your
room and wait." She knows
how hard this is for him, but
his safety, and Plankton's, is
what's most important right now.

Chip nods, his screen never leaving
his father's unresponsive form.
He takes one last, lingering look
before retreating to his room, his
heart heavy with confusion and
fear.

As soon as the door clicks shut,
Karen springs into action. She
knows the signs of an autistic
meltdown, the sudden retreat into
self, the inability to communicate.
Her own heart racing, she gently
sits beside Plankton, her screen
filled with understanding. She
speaks softly, her voice a balm
to his overstimulated mind.
"Shh, Plankton," she whispers, her
hands moving in slow, deliberate
motions, "It's ok."

Chip's footsteps fade away as
Karen focuses on her husband. She
knows he's in there, somewhere,
battling a storm of sensations.
Her voice is a lighthouse in the
chaos, guiding him back to the
shore. "Take a deep breath, love,"
she says, demonstrating with a
slow inhale and exhale of her
own. Plankton's chest rises
slightly, matching her rhythm.

The room is a minefield of
potential triggers, but Karen's
been here before. She knows to
keep her movements minimal, her
voice low and soothing. She starts
to gently rub Plankton's back,
finding the steady rhythm that
calms his frayed nerves. His
breathing evens out, the color
slowly returning to his cheeks.

But Chip, in his room, is
anything but calm. His mind is a
whirlwind of confusion and guilt.
Why isn't Dad ok? Isn't
something wrong? He paces, his
heart racing. He still didn't know
his dad was autistic.
In the quiet of his room, Chip's
thoughts raced like a tornado.
Why wasn't Dad ok? Why did I
have to leave like that? Was it
my fault? He didn't know about
his dad's autism, how his mind
worked differently, how easily it
could be overwhelmed. He didn't
know that his enthusiastic touches
and loud laughter could cause such
distress.

Meanwhile Karen, with her gentle touch 
and calming voice, began to 
guide Plankton back to reality.

"Plankton, love, you're okay," Karen 
whispers, her voice a gentle lullaby 
in the chaos. Plankton's eye slowly 
refocus, the storm in his mind 
beginning to subside. His breathing 
slows, the panic retreating. She 
continues her soothing motions, her 
touch a lifeline in the sensory tempest.

Plankton's eye blinked, his antennae
twitching as his gaze
focused on her, his breathing
evening out as he felt her calming
presence. He didn't know how long
he had been lost in the storm, but
he was grateful for her guidance.

new chip and fail Chip Plankton II v

A LIFE OF DIVERSITY v
(Autistic author)

The door to the Chum Bucket creaked 
open, and Patrick Star 
waddled in, a quizzical expression 
on his face as he took in 
the scene before him. "What's with 
the library vibe?" he asked
looking from the book-laden table to 
Plankton's intense gaze.

Plankton looked up from the book, antennae stilling 
for a brief moment before he resumed his recitation 
of pi. "Pi, 3.14159265358979323846..."

Patrick's eyes grew wide as he took in Plankton's intense 
focus and the unwavering rhythm of his voice. "Plankton, 
buddy, what's got you in such a tizzy?" he asked, his usual 
lazy drawl replaced with curiosity.

Plankton's antennae twitched as he broke from recitation.

Patrick looked at Plankton with genuine curiosity.

"Patrick," Plankton said, his voice flat but his antennae 
twitching slightly. "Jellyfish club."

Patrick blinked, his star-shaped pupils dilating in surprise. 
"Jellyfish club?" he echoed, his voice rising an octave.

Karen nodded. "Yes, we were just talking about starting a 
jellyfish club," she explained, gesturing to the book. "Since 
Plankton's really interested in them now."

Patrick looked from Karen to Plankton, then back again. 
"But Plankton, jellyfish sting," he said, his brow 
furrowed in confusion.

"Jellyfish sting," Plankton agreed, his voice still monotone. "But 
Plankton have plan. Jellyfish in jar."

Patrick's eyebrows shot up. "Jellyfish in a jar? What's the point 
of that, buddy?"

"Safe jellyfish," he murmured, his voice tight.

"What's that supposed to mean, Plankton?" Patrick asked.

"Mean jellyfish safe," he said, his voice a little less monotone. 
"In jar."

Patrick chuckled, mistaking Plankton's seriousness for a joke. 
"Yeah, right, Plankton. You're not seriously gonna start a jellyfish 
club, are you?"

The room's atmosphere shifted, and Plankton's antennae 
drooped slightly. "Why not?" he asked, his voice 
devoid of its earlier excitement.

Patrick's chuckles died in his throat as he realized Plankton wasn't 
joking. "Well, I didn't mean to laugh," he said, his voice tinged with
awkwardness. "It's just, jellyfish are kind of... boring, don't you think?"

Plankton's antennae stiffened, and he closed the book with a thud. 
"Boring?" he echoed, his voice devoid of its previous enthusiasm.

"It's just... jellyfish aren't exactly the most exciting creatures," Patrick 
said, trying to recover from his faux pas. 
"They just float around, right?"

The room went quiet as Plankton's antennae drooped further, and 
he stared at Patrick, his eye unblinking. "Boring," he murmured, his 
voice a mix of hurt and disappointment.

Patrick, not realizing the depth of Plankton's newfound interest
continued, "I mean, come on, Plankton. 
There's more to life than jellyfish."

Plankton's antennae stiffened, and he looked at Patrick with 
a mix of confusion and hurt. "Boring?" he echoed, his voice 
monotone yet filled with a hint of challenge.

"Well, yeah," Patrick said, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean
jellyfish are for tourists and little kids, right?"

The words hung in the air like a thick fog, and the room grew 
tense as Plankton's antennae quivered with a mix of anger 
and hurt.

"Patrick, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say," Karen said, 
her voice a gentle warning.

But Patrick, oblivious to the tension building in the room, shrugged 
again. "I'm just saying, jellyfish aren't exactly the coolest things in 
the ocean, Plankton," he said, his voice still filled with cheerfulness. 
"Why don't you jus-"

Plankton's antennae shot up, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Jellyfish 
cool," he said, his voice a monotone, but with a hint of steel.

"Oh, come on, Plankton," Patrick said, waving a dismissive hand. 
"You're smarter than this. Why waste your time with jellyfish?"

"Jellyfish interesting. Plankton like jellyfish."

Karen stepped in, trying to smooth things over. "Patrick, Plankton's 
just found something that he really enjoys," she said. "We should 
support him in his new interest."

But Patrick, still not grasping the gravity of the situation, chuckled.

"Oh, Plankton, always so dramatic. It's just a phase. And you can't 
talk like that forever, right?" He then mimicked Plankton's flat tone 
saying, "Plankton wike jellyfish," which sent him into a fit of giggles.

The room grew quiet as Plankton's antennae drooped, and a single 
tear formed at the corner of his eye, sliding down his face.

"B-but, Plankton thought..." Plankton's voice broke as Patrick 
interrupts him again mimicking him.

"B-but, Plankton thought," Patrick said, his voice a high-pitched 
parody of Plankton's monotone. "Jellyfish cool," he continued, his 
giggles echoing in the room.

Plankton's antennae shot up. "Jellyfish cool," he repeated, his 
voice firm and unwavering.

Patrick's giggles didn't stop, and he leaned closer 
to Sponge Bob, whispering, "Is he for real?"

But Plankton's tears didn't fall in vain. The moment his sobs 
filled the room, the atmosphere shifted. Karen's with horror 
at the sight of her husband's pain, and she rushed over to 
him, wrapping around his tiny frame. "Plankton, no," she 
whispered, her voice filled with a motherly concern that was 
more powerful than any Krabby Patty recipe.

Sponge Bob's expression grew solemn as he watched the scene 
unfold. He had never seen Plankton so vulnerable, so raw. The 
villain he knew was now a creature in pain, and his heart swelled 
with emotion.

"Patrick, that's enough," she said, his voice firm.

But the damage was done. Plankton's sobs grew 
louder, and he buried his face in Karen, his body 
trembling with the weight of his emotions. Karen 
glared at Patrick, her screen flashing with a fiery 
protectiveness that was uncharacteristic of her 
usual calm demeanor.

"Patrick, you need to leave," she said, her voice a 
low hiss. "Now."

Patrick, taken aback by the sudden shift in mood, backpedaled 
awkwardly. "But, I didn't mean to-"

"Just go," Karen interrupted, her voice firm. "Outside. I'll talk 
to you in a moment."

Patrick, still chuckling nervously, shuffled to the door. "But, I 
didn't mean to make him-"

"Out!" Karen's voice was sharp, cutting 
through the air like a knife. 
The urgency in her tone was clear, leaving 
no room for argument.

Patrick, still looking confused, shrugged and waited outside. 

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(Autistic author)

"I don't
understand," she says, her voice
filled with distress.

Plankton's hand clenches, his
body vibrating with tension.
"Numbers," he repeats, his voice
edging on a scream. "They
make quiet."

Hanna's eyes widen, her smile
fading to a look of horror.
"But Plankton," she says, her voice
shaking, "it's just a clock."

But her words are like fuel
on the fire of his distress.
He steps closer to the clock,
his hand outstretched as if
to will it to silence. "Numbers,"
he whispers, his voice a
plea. "They make quiet."

Hanna's eyes fill with
sympathy, but her words only
worsen his agitation. "Plankton,
it's just a clock," she says,
reaching out to touch him.

Karen's heart hammers in
her chest as she sees his
body tense even further.
"Hanna, don't," she warns, her
voice tight. "Please don't touch
him right now."

But Hanna doesn't hear her,
her own voice rising with
frustration. "It's just a clock,
Plankton," she repeats, her hand
covering his shoulder. "Nothing's
going to hurt you.."

The touch sends him spiraling,
his body convulsing with
overstimulation. "No touch!"
he screams, his hand slapping
at her arm, his face a mask of
fear and anger.

But Plankton's outburst has
ignited something in Hanna,
a spark of anger.

"Why can't you just be normal?"
she snaps, her voice echoing
through the tense room.

Karen's heart breaks as
Plankton's eye goes wide, his
body jerking away from her.
"Hanna, please," she says,
her voice tight with pain.

But Hanna's words keep coming,
a barrage of misunderstanding.
"You can't just ignore us,"
she says, her voice rising. "You have
to interact with the world."

Plankton's body recoils, his
skin seemingly vibrating with each
of her words. "Interact," he echoes,
his voice strained.

Karen's heart is in her throat.
"Hanna, please," she says, her
voice tight with pain. "You're
not helping."

But Hanna's eyes are
glassy with frustration. "How
can I help if he won't even
look at me?" she asks,
ignoring the desperation in
Plankton's gaze as she holds
his arms tightly.

Karen's eyes plead with her,
but Hanna's grip doesn't loosen.
"Let go," Plankton whimpers,
his voice tight with tension.

Hanna's smile is forced,
her grip unyielding. "Look at me,
Plankton," she says, her voice
laced with irritation. "You can't
just..."

But her words cut him like
knives. "Look
away," he murmurs, his voice
strained, his body begging for
the pressure to ease.

Hanna's smile falters, her
grip tightening. "Why can't
you just look at me?" she asks,
her voice edged with annoyance.

Plankton's breath hitches,
his antennae drooping. "Can't," he
whispers, his gaze flickering
between her and Karen.

Hanna's eyes narrow, her
grip on his arms tightening.
"You can," she insists, her
voice firm. "Just..."

But Plankton's whimpers
grow louder, his body
shaking with the effort
to pull away.

Hanna's smile fades, her
grip tightening in frustration.
"Why can't you just be like
everyone else?" she asks, her
tone no longer gentle.

Plankton's whimpers become
sobs, his body shaking with
the effort to break free.
Karen's eyes are wet with
unshed tears as she watches
the scene unfold, her heart
breaking for him.

Hanna's grip remains firm,
her expression a mix of
confusion and annoyance.
"Why are you doing this?"
she demands, her voice
sharp. "You're just being
difficult."

Plankton's sobs grow more
desperate, his body
twisting in her grasp.
"Let go," he whispers, his voice
a strained plea.

Hanna's eyes flash with
irritation. "Why ca--"

Her words are cut off by
Karen's firm voice. "Hanna,
please," she says, stepping
between them. "You're
upsetting him."

But Hanna's confusion turns
to anger. "How can I not
be upset?" she retorts, her
grip on Plankton's arms
tightening. "He won't even..."

Her words are cut off by
Karen's firm voice. "Please,
Hanna," she says, her eyes
pleading. "You don't
understand."

Suddenly, Plankton's legs
buckle, his body going slack
as Hanna finally releases
his arms. He crumples to
the floor. He's retreating, Karen
realizes, her heart racing.
He's retreating into himself.

Karen's eyes fill with
fear as she watches him, his
sobs subsiding into quiet
whimpers. "Plankton," she
whispers, her voice a prayer.

Hanna's face falls, her anger
replaced with shock. "What's
wrong with him?" she asks,
her voice trembling.

Karen's eyes are wet with
unshed tears as she crouches
beside him. "It's a condition,"
she says, her voice tight with
frustration. "He needs time
and space to process everything."

Hanna's face crumples, her
hands going to her mouth.
"I didn't know," she whispers,
her eyes wide with regret.
"I'm sorry."

Karen nods, her gaze never
leaving Plankton's huddled
form. "It's not your fault,"
she says, her voice thick with
emotion. "But we all have
to learn."

Hanna nods, her eyes
brimming with tears.

Karen wraps her arms
around Plankton, her
touch gentle. "It's okay,"
she murmurs. "I'm here."
He trembles against her,
sobbing.

Hanna stands there,
apology etched in every
line of her face. "What can
I do?" she whispers.

Karen looks up, her eyes
wet. "Just give us a moment,"
she says, her voice a gentle
command.

Hanna nods, backing away
slowly, her eyes on Plankton.
"Okay," she murmurs, the weight
of her words heavy in the
silent room.

Karen holds Plankton tightly,
his body a trembling mass
of emotion. "It's okay,"
she whispers, her voice a
soothing balm. "You're safe."

He nests his head into
her shoulder, his whimpers
softening to quiet sobs.
The room feels thick with
their shared pain, the air
charged with the tension
of misunderstanding.

Hanna's eyes dart around,
looking for anything that might
soothe him.

Karen's gaze meets hers,
a silent plea for understanding.

"It's called autism," Karen says softly,
her voice a gentle explanation.

Hanna's eyes widen, her face
a canvas of realization. "Oh," she
whispers, the word a soft
exhalation of breath.

Karen nods, her gaze never
leaving Plankton's tear-stained
face. "It's a spectrum,"
she says, her voice calm and
steady. "And he's on a part
of it that's very sensitive to
stimulation."

Hanna nods slowly, her
understanding growing. "I'm
sorry," she says, her voice
full of regret. "I didn't know."

Karen's grip tightens around
Plankton's shoulders. "It's okay,"
she murmurs. "We're all still
learning."

Hanna nods, her eyes never
leaving Plankton's trembling
form. "I'll go," she says, her voice
small. "I didn't mean..."

Karen nods, her gaze
steady. "Thank you," she whispers.
"We can talk soon."

Hanna nods, her eyes filled
with sadness. "Of course," she says,
turning to leave.

The door clicks shut behind her,
leaving Karen and Plankton in the
heavy silence. Karen's arms
remain around him, her body
a protective cocoon against
the harshness of the world.

Plankton's sobs slowly
ease into quiet sniffs, his body
still trembling in her embrace.
Her heart aches for the pain
he's feeling, the fear that
Hanna's misunderstanding
has brought to the surface.

"I'm sorry," she whispers
to him, her voice
shaking.

Plankton's trembles begin
to subside, his breathing
evening out. He pulls back,
his eye searching hers. "No,"
he murmurs, his voice hoarse
from crying. "Not at fault."

Karen's eyes fill with
relief, her grip on him
loosening slightly. "It's
okay," she says, her voice
a gentle caress. "We just need
to find ways to help you."

Plankton nods, his eye
fluttering shut.

Karen's mind races with
thoughts of what more she
can do, what she can say
to make him feel safe.

"We'll get through this,"
she says, her voice a promise.
"Together."

Plankton's eye opens,
his gaze meeting hers.
"Together," he echoes, his
voice a whisper.

Karen's heart swells with
love for him, her eyes
shimmering with determination.
"We'll find what works,"
she says, her voice firm.

Plankton nods, his gaze
dropping to the floor.
"Thanks," he murmurs, his
voice barely audible. "Tired.."

Karen's heart breaks at the
exhaustion etched into his
features. "I got you, you
can rest," she says, her
voice a gentle whisper.

They move to the couch,
Plankton's body curling into
her side. She wraps the
weighted blanket around him,
still within their embrace.

His breathing slows, his body
relaxing against hers. The
whirring fan above offers
a steady rhythm, a lullaby for
his troubled mind.

Karen's hand strokes his
back in gentle circles, her
thumb tracing patterns that
seem to soothe his nerves.

The fan's steady whir
fills the room, a calming
symphony that lulls Plankton's
racing thoughts to a crawl.

Karen's thumb moves in
soothing circles on his back,
each pass sending a ripple
of comfort through him.

Plankton's breathing evens,
his body slack against hers.
The fan's steady hum is a
lullaby in the quiet room,
a metronome for his racing
thoughts.

Karen's hand continues its
soothing dance across his back,
his eye finally closing.

The room is a cocoon of
silence, the fan's whisper the
only sound breaking the stillness.

Plankton's breathing slows,
his body melts into Karen's embrace.
Her hand continues its gentle
caress, a metronome of comfort as
he finally surrenders to sleep.

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"You never listen to 
me, Karen," Plankton 
groused. "It's a new
analyzer I just built!
It'll reveal the contents
of a patty when I put
one in!"

Karen, ever the skeptical
wife, rolled her eyes. "You
mean IF you put one in.."

Plankton ignored 
her sarcasm, but
with a deafening 
pop, the analyzer
exploded, sending 
shards of metal
flying in all directions. 
One of these
sharp pieces slammed 
into Plankton's
head, causing him 
to stumble back.
Karen rushed to his
side, pushing aside her 
initial irritation.

Plankton's eye rolled back
and closed as he 
crumpled to the 
floor.

"Plankton! Plankton!"
Karen's voice grew
frantic as she cradled
his tiny, limp body. The
analyzer's explosion had
caused more damage
than she could have
ever imagined, the
injury had rewired his
currently unconscious
brain irreversibly: autism.

Karen carries him to
their bedroom, tucking
him in his bed. "Plankton,"
she whispers, brushing
his antennae, "Please wake up."
But Plankton remains still. Karen
sits by the bedside, her eyes
never leaving his face. "I'll
always be here," she murmurs,
squeezing his hand. The quiet
hum of their tiny underwater
apartment is broken only by the
rhythmic pulse of his breathing.

Karen starts to think. If only
she had taken his inventions
more seriously, maybe this
accident could have been
avoided? She looks at the
clock. It's midnight now.

The hours tick by, each one
lonelier than the last. Karen's
thoughts are a tangled web of
regrets and fears. What if
Plankton never wakes up? Karen can't
help but feel like a prisoner
to her own guilt. She wonders
what their life would be like now.
Would Plankton be different?
Would he still be the same
eccentric genius, or would the
injury change him completely?
Will he remember her?

The sun's first light filters through
their bedroom window, casting
a warm glow on Plankton's
face. Karen's eyes snap open,
having dozed off from
exhaustion. She sees him stir,
his eyelid fluttering. He groans,
his eye opening slowly. Karen's
heart races. He's alive! "K-Karen," 
he stammers, confused as to
how he ended up in their room.

The initial relief is quickly
replaced with a knot in her
stomach. His speech is stilted,
his movements jerky. He
tries to sit up, but the effort
seems to overwhelm him. Karen
reaches out to help, but he flinches
at her touch. She notices his eye
scanning the room with an
intensity she's never seen
before, as if he's trying to make
sense of everything around him.
"Plankton, it's okay," she says
soothingly, trying not to let her
anxiety seep into her voice.

He turns to her, his gaze
unfocused. "Karen?" he repeats,
this time with more urgency. "What...
what happened?"

Her heart squeezes tight. "You had
an accident with the new
analyzer," she explains gently,
keeping her voice calm. "It...
it exploded and hit you.."

Plankton looks around,
his eye darting from object 
to object.

"It's okay," Karen says,
desperately trying to hold 
back the tears. "You're 
just a bit dizzy."

But Plankton doesn't seem
to be listening. He's too
busy inspecting his surroundings,
his eye darting around the
room in a way that makes Karen
feel like she's missing something.

"Plankton, do you understand
me?" Karen asks, her voice
trembling slightly. He nods,
but there's a distant look in his
eye that makes her stomach drop.
The way he's acting, it's like he's
seeing their bedroom for the
first time, like every detail is
both fascinating and overwhelming.

Plankton tries to get out of bed,
but his legs wobble like jelly.
Karen jumps up to support him,
her arms wrapping around his
thin frame. "Let's go slow," she
suggests, guiding him back to
the pillows. He simply nods.

"Do you remember me?" Karen asks,
desperation tinging her voice.
His eye focus on her for a moment,
then drift away again. "Yes," he
says, but it's more of a question
than an affirmation. "Karen, wife,"
he adds, his voice flat and devoid
of the usual warmth and sarcasm.

The words hang in the air
like a lead weight, heavy with
implications. Karen swallows
the lump in her throat. "You're okay,"
she insists, as Plankton nods, looking
around their bedroom when his gaze
lands on the ceiling fan. His eye lights up,
focusing intently on it.

"Fan," he murmurs, as if discovering
the concept for the first time. "Spinning.
Round and round."

Karen's heart sinks. "Plankton," she
begins, her voice cracking, "You're acting
different." She doesn't know how to
explain what she's seeing, but she's
scared of what it might mean. His eye
doesn't quite meet hers, and his speech is
so... mechanical.

"Different?" he echoes, his voice a
monotone. "No, the same Plankton."
But the way he says it, like he's trying
to convince himself, sends a chill down
Karen's spine. She tries to shake off
the fear, telling herself he's just groggy
from the hit. But deep down, she knows
it's more than that.

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He points to the fan again, his
finger trembling slightly. "Fan. Spin."
The words come out in a staccato
rhythm, each syllable a separate entity.
"It's okay," she tells him, her voice
shaky.

Karen tries to distract him, pointing
to various items around the room.
"Look, Plankton, that's our picture
from our wedding day." She shows
him the small, framed photograph
on the nightstand. His eye flits to it
for a second, then back to the fan.
"Picture. 31 July 1999," he says, but
his voice lacks emotion, as if he's
simply reciting words from a dictionary.

"Do you remember the day?"
she asks, her voice hopeful. He nods,
his gaze still glued to the spinning
blades. "Wedding. Married to Karen.
Happy day." The words come out like
a rehearsed script, and the joy that
should have filled his voice is painfully 
absent.

Karen's heart aches. This isn't the
Plankton she knows, the one who
would tease her mercilessly or
whisper sweet nothings when no one
was around. This is a stranger,
trapped in a body that's only
familiar because of the memories
it holds. She decides to keep talking,
hoping that something will spark a
memory, a connection.

"Plankton," she says, her voice
gentle but firm, "I noticed you're
interested in the fan.."

"Fan," he repeats, nodding
his head slightly, his gaze
unwavering. "Spinning. Fast."

Karen tries to hide her
concern. "Do you like it?"
she asks, her voice a careful
balance of casual and hopeful.

"Like?" Plankton echoes, his
eye still transfixed by the fan.
He seems to think for a moment,
then nods. "Yes. Like. Spinning."

Karen tries to smile, but it
feels forced. "Okay," she says,
swiping at a tear that escapes.
"Let's talk about something else."

Plankton's gaze finally breaks
from the fan and lands on her,
his expression unreadable. 
"Else," he repeats, as if trying
to grasp the concept of something
other than the fan. Karen's mind races,
desperately searching for a topic
that might draw him out of his
fugue.

"Remember SpongeBob?" she asks,
thinking of their shared friend
and his successful rival. Plankton's
face twitches, a glimmer of something
resembling recognition flickering
across his features. "SpongeBob,"
he murmurs, his eye focusing on
a spot just over her shoulder.

"Yes," Karen encourages, feeling
a flicker of hope. "You two are
always trying to outdo each other."
But Plankton doesn't react. Instead,
his hands start to wave slightly,
a rhythmic movement that seems
to soothe him. Karen's heart sinks.

"What are you doing?" she asks,
trying to keep the worry from
creeping into her tone.

Plankton's antennae twitch as
he continues to move his hands.

"It's okay," Karen says, her voice
soft and comforting. "You're just
a bit out of it. You'll be okay."

But Plankton doesn't respond.
His hands keep moving in the same
pattern, his eye on the wall. Karen's
stomach churns. This isn't just
dizziness. This is something else.

Panic starts to set in as
Karen realizes she might not
have her husband back. "Plankton,"
she says, her voice trembling. "Look 
at me."

Slowly, his eye shifts from
the wall to her face, and for a
moment, she sees a flicker of the
man she loves. "Karen," he says,
his voice a bit more present, but
his movements still erratic. She
can't ignore the fear that's
building in her chest.

"What happened to you?" she
whispers, her voice thick with
unshed tears.

Plankton's hand stops
mid-wave. "What Karen meant?"
he asks, his tone devoid of any
understanding.

Karen's throat tightens. "It's
just... you're acting a little
different, that's all," she says,
desperately trying to keep her
voice calm.

Plankton's movements become
more erratic, his hands flapping
in an unnerving rhythm. "Different?"
he repeats, his eye darting
around the room. "No, Plankton."

Karen tries to calm him down,
her heart racing as she searches
for a way to explain without
upsetting him. "I just meant,
you're not quite yourself today."

Plankton's movements slow, his
hands stilling in his lap. "Self?"
he questions, his voice a mix
of confusion and curiosity.
"Plankton self, Karen."

Karen nods, trying to keep
the conversation flowing. "Yes,
yourself. You know, your personality,
your... your quirks." She tries to
laugh, but it comes out forced.

Plankton's eye narrows, his
expression unreadable. "Quirks?"
he repeats. "Plankton has quirks.."

Karen nods, her smile strained.
"Everyone does, honey. It's what
makes us who we are."

Plankton seems to ponder
this, his hand resuming its
wave-like motion.

"Plankton, self," he murmurs,
his gaze returning to the fan.
"Spin. Fast. Like."

Karen watches him, her heart
heavy with unshed tears. She doesn't
know what to make of his behavior.
Could he really be okay? Maybe
this is just a phase, a side effect
of the explosion. She clings to the
thought like a lifeline, not ready to
face any alternative.

"Let's get you some water," she says,
forcing a smile. Plankton nods, his
eye still on the fan. As she moves
to the kitchen, she tries to convince
herself that he'll be fine, that this
is just a temporary setback. But the
way he's acting, so detached and
disconnected, it's not like him at all.

The kitchen is a blur as she
fills a glass with water, her mind racing
with questions. What do they do now?
How do they get through this? She
carries the water back to the
bedroom, her hand shaking slightly.
Plankton hasn't moved, still staring
at the fan. She sets the glass on
the nightstand, his eye never
leaving the spinning blades.

"Here you go," she says, offering
the water with a trembling smile.
He takes it, his movements precise
but mechanical, and brings it to his
mouth. As he drinks, Karen watches
his every move, looking for any
sign of the man she loves beneath
the surface of this new, strange
behavior. "Thanks," he says, his voice
devoid of its usual sass. He sets
the glass down, his gaze returning
to the fan. Karen tries focusing
instead on the way the light
dances off the beads of water
on his antennae.

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"You know, Plankton," she starts,
trying to keep the conversation
going, "you've always been so
clever with your inventions. Maybe
this is just your brain working in
overdrive, processing everything
faster than ever before."

He nods, his eyes still glued
to the fan. "Fast," he agrees,
his hand moving in the same
repetitive motion. "Like fan."

Karen tries to keep her voice
even as she sits beside him.
"You're right," she says, smiling.
"It is fast."

Plankton's hand stops moving
for a moment, then resumes the
wave-like motion. "Fast," he
agrees, his eye never leaving
the fan's rotation.

Karen watches him, her mind racing.
Could it be that he's just really
focused on the fan? Maybe his
brain is working differently now,
focusing on details that she's
always missed. She tries to find
comfort in this explanation, but
the emptiness in his gaze
unsettles her. She reaches for his
arm, hoping to ground him, to bring
his attention back to her. But
his hand jerks away, his movements
quick and erratic.

"Plankton, honey, are you okay?"
she asks, her voice tight with worry.
His eye flicks to her for a brief
moment before returning to
the fan. "Karen," he says, his tone
flat and emotionless. "Water. Thanks."

He takes another sip, his hand
shaking slightly as he sets the
glass down. Karen's heart clenches,
wishing she could take his pain away.
Maybe he's just overwhelmed, she tells
herself. Maybe all this spinning is a
way for him to calm down, to make
sense of the world again.

"Plankton," she says softly, placing
a hand on his shoulder. "Look at me."
He does, his eye meeting hers with a
flicker of something she can't quite
place. "You know, you can tell me
anything."

He nods, his gaze flicking back
to the fan. "Tell Karen," he repeats,
his voice a monotone echo.

Karen's mind is racing, but
she keeps her tone calm. "Plankton,
sweetie, what do you mean?"

He points to the fan again. "Fan.
Spin. Like." His words come out
slowly, as if he's trying to piece
together a puzzle.

Karen nods, her heart racing. "Yes,
the fan spins. It's like when you
tell me your grand plans for the
Krabby Patty formula," she says, trying
to draw him back into their shared
world. But Plankton's eye doesn't
even flicker at the mention of his
lifelong obsession.

Instead, he starts to rock slightly,
his hand moving back and forth in
the same pattern. "Spin. Fan," he
mumbles, his voice a distant echo.

Karen tries to ignore the fear
creeping into her voice. "Plankton,
what's going on? Why are you
doing this?"

Plankton's hand stops moving
for a moment, then starts again.
"Fan," he murmurs. "Spin."

Karen's mind is racing, but she tries
to stay calm. "It's okay, Plankton,"
she says soothingly, her hand still
on his shoulder. "The fan is spinning.
It's a simple machine, doing what
it's meant to do."

He nods, his gaze still locked on
the fan's blades. "Spin. Yes." His
voice is flat. Karen
swallows hard, trying to find the right
words. Maybe if she can get him to
focus on something else, he'll snap out of
this strange behavior. "LOOK AT ME!" 
She grabs his wrists..
Startled, Plankton's eye darts to hers,
his pupil wide with shock. "Karen?"
he asks, his voice tinged with anger.
"Karen scaring Plankton." He says,
his eye welling up with tears as he
starts crying.

Karen's heart shatters, she didn't mean to
scare him, she just wanted to get through to
his old self. "I'm sorry," she whispers,
pulling him into a tight hug. "It's okay."

Plankton's sobs are muffled against
her chest, his body stiff and unyielding.
Her eyes fill with tears as she tries
to soothe him, rubbing his back in
small, gentle circles. "It's okay," she repeats,
desperation lacing her words. "You're okay."

He pulls away 
slightly, looking up
at her.

"Karen, sad," he
says, his voice still
flat. "Why Karen sad?"

Karen sniffs, wiping
away her tears. "I'm just...
worried about you."

Plankton's eye widens, his
expression unchanged. "Worry?"
he questions, as if tasting
the word.

Karen nods, her heart heavy.
"Yes, worry. It's when someone
cares about you and is concerned
about your well-being."

Plankton nods, but his gaze
slides back to the fan. "Fan spin,"
he says, his voice monotonous.

Karen sighs, trying to redirect
his focus. "Plankton, let's talk about
something else. Like, what do
you want to do today?"

He blinks, his hand still
waving. "Do today?" he echoes.
"Fan spin."

Karen's stomach drops.
Maybe he's just fixated on the fan,
but something in his voice sends
a shiver down her spine. "Plankton,"
she says softly, her hand still on
his back. "I know you're not feeling
like yourself right now, but can you
try to focus on me for one minute?"
"One minute, sixty seconds,"
Plankton murmurs, his hand
continuing its rhythmic dance.

"Yes, that's right," Karen encourages,
despite the sinking feeling in her chest.
"Can you tell me what you see?"
Plankton looks at her, his expression
still eerily blank. "See Karen," he says,
his voice devoid of warmth. "See bed. See wall."

Karen's eyes widen as realization hits her.
He's not just fixated on the fan; he's taking
everything she says literally. "Plankton,
I'm not sad about the fan spinning. I'm sad
because you're not acting like you."
He looks at her, then at the fan, then back at her.
"Fan spin," he repeats, his eye searching
hers for understanding.

"No, no, Plankton," she says, her voice
gentle but firm. "I'm sad because you're
not okay." She takes a deep breath.
"You're not you."

He nods, his hand still moving.
"Plankton okay," he insists. 
"Karen sad."

Karen's heart breaks a little more.
"I know you think you're okay,"
she says, her voice trembling.
"But you're acting differently,
sweetie. You're not the same."
She decided to scan his brain.
The brain scan results come back,
and Karen stares. There it is,
stark and clear: acquired Autism
It's not something they can reverse.

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NEW REALITY iv
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"Plankton," she starts, her voice
shaking, "the explosion changed
your brain. It's called Autism." 
His eye widens slightly
as he takes in the words, his hand
still moving in its repetitive pattern.

He repeats the word, "Autism?"
his tone curious. Karen nods,
wiping her screen. "It's like... your brain
now sees and feels things differently.
It's okay," she adds quickly, trying
to reassure him. "It's just different."

Plankton seems to consider this,
his hand finally still. "Different," 
he whispers.

Karen nods, trying to smile through
her tears. "But we'll get through
this together," she says, her voice
shaking. "We're a team."

Plankton's gaze lingers on her face
for a moment before returning to the
fan. "Team," he echoes, his hand
stilling briefly before resuming
its wave-like motion. Karen
swallows hard, trying to keep her
composure. She needs to find a way
to connect with him, to bridge
the gap that seems to be growing
wider by the second. She brings
his hand to her cheek. "Do you feel that?"
she asks, her voice a soft whisper.

He nods, his hand feeling cold
against her skin. "Feel," he says,
his tone flat. "Karen warm."

Encouraged, Karen tries a gentle
squeeze of his hand. His gaze
doesn't waver from the fan,
but his grip tightens slightly. "Squeeze,"
he murmurs, his voice a monotone.

Her heart racing, Karen decides to
experiment with different types of
affectionate touches. She strokes
his antennae lightly, watching
his reaction. His eye flutters
closed for a moment, then opens
again. "Tickle," he says, his voice a
little more animated.

Encouraged, she gently traces
his back with her fingers. "Yes
good." He says.

Karen's eyes fill with tears
as she feels a glimmer of hope.
"I'm going to try some more
things, okay?"
Plankton nods, his gaze
still on the fan. "More," he 
agrees.

Karen takes a deep breath
and starts with a soft
caress of his cheek, the way
she used to do before they
went to sleep. His eye
flickers slightly, his hand
continuing its motion.
"Okay," he says, his voice
almost a whisper.

Next, she tries a gentle
kiss on his forehead. "Karen,
nice," he murmurs, his antennae
twitching.

Encouraged, she decides to
move to a different type of
pressure.

"How's this feel; good 
or bad?" Karen
asks, placing her 
hand firmly
on his shoulder when
he suddenly flinches
and pulls away.

"No," Plankton says,
his voice sharp. "To hard."

Karen's hand recoils, her
heart racing. She tries to
keep her voice steady.
"I'm sorry, Plankton. Let's try
something else."
Plankton nods, his gaze
unfocused. "Yes, Karen. Try."

Gently, she starts to rub
his back in small, soothing
circles. "How about this?"
she asks, her voice tentative.
Plankton's body relaxes slightly.
"Good," he murmurs.

Encouraged, she tries
a gentle pat on his knee.
"This?"
"Stop," he says.

Karen's hand
freezes mid-air, her heart
racing. "I'm sorry, did I do that
wrong?"

Plankton's gaze remains fixed
on the fan. "Wrong," he confirms,
his voice a monotone.

Karen's face falls, her heart
sinking. She's treading on
thin ice, not knowing what
will trigger his next reaction.
She takes a deep breath, trying
to think of a safe approach.

"How about a hug?" she asks,
slowly opening her arms. Plankton
nods, his gaze still on the fan.
He leans into her embrace, his
body stiff at first, but gradually
softening. "Karen," he murmurs,
his voice a little less flat. Karen
holds him tightly, her heart pounding.
Maybe this is the way to reach
him, through physical affection
that doesn't overstimulate.
She squeezes tighter. "Enough!"
Plankton pulls away, his eye
wide with anxiety. Karen's heart
drops. She'd pushed too hard, too
soon. "I'm sorry," she whispers,
backing off immediately.

She tries again, placing a
hand lightly on his arm. "How
does this feel?" His eye flicks
to her hand, then back to the fan.
"Okay," he says, his voice still
mechanical. Karen keeps her hand
there, willing him to look at her,
to respond more naturally. But
his gaze remains fixed on the
spinning blades.

Despite her fear of pushing too
far, she gently takes his hand
in hers. "Does this feel okay?"
she asks. Plankton nods, his
movements becoming less erratic.
"Yes," he murmurs, his hand
still in the same wave pattern.

Karen decides to keep trying,
moving her thumb in small circles
on the back of his palm. Plankton's
breath hitches, and she sees his pupil
dilate slightly. "This?" she asks.
He nods, a faint smile tugging
at the corner of his lips.

Encouraged, she switches to
interlocking her fingers with
his, feeling the coldness of
his grip. "And this?"
"Good," he says, his voice
a bit softer.

Karen tries a gentle squeeze,
his hand stilling under hers.
"Does this feel okay?"
Plankton nods, his smile
widening a fraction.

Her heart racing with hope,
she presses her cheek to his.
"How about this?" she whispers.
Plankton's antennae twitch,
his body momentarily still.
"Not now," he says, his voice
a bit more present.

Karen nods, her eyes stinging
with tears. "Okay," she says,
trying not to let her voice
crack. She'll keep trying.

Her hand moves to his shoulder,
squeezing gently. "What about this?"
Plankton's body tenses, his
eye flicking to her hand, then
back to the fan. "No," he says,
his voice a firm rejection.

Karen nods, her eyes never leaving
his. "I'm sorry," she whispers.
"I just want to help."

Plankton's hand resumes its
wave-like motion. "Help," he repeats.
"Karen help."

Karen nods, her eyes never
leaving his. "I will," she promises,
determined to find a way to
connect with him. She decides to
try a different approach, one that
might bypass his sensory overload.

"Plankton," she says softly, "Can you tell
me what you're thinking about?"

He nods, his hand still moving. "Fan. Spin. Like."

Karen's chest tightens, but she nods.
"Okay, Plankton. Let's talk about the fan."

He nods eagerly, his hand
stopping for a brief moment.
"Fan," he says, his voice clearer.
"Spin fast. Like."

Karen takes a deep
breath. "What do you like
about the fan spinning?"
she asks, hoping to engage him
in a conversation that doesn't
trigger his anxiety.

Plankton's hand starts moving
again, mimicking the fan's
rotation. "Spin," he says, his
voice still monotone. "Fast. Calm."

Karen's eyes widen as she
understands. "It calms you?"
she asks, her voice tentative.
He nods, his gaze finally
leaving the fan to meet hers.

"Yes," he says, a hint of emotion
seeping into his voice. "Calm."

Karen's mind races. If the
fan's spinning is calming him,
maybe there's something here to
build on. "Can you tell me
more about the calm?"

Plankton nods, his hand
mimicking the fan's movement.
"Inside, quiet," he murmurs,
his voice a bit softer.

Karen's eyes fill with
relief. "It's like white noise,
isn't it?" she suggests,
desperate to build a bridge
between their worlds.

Plankton's hand slows, his
eye focusing on hers. "It's
like white noise isn't it.."

Karen nods, hope blossoming
in her chest. "Exactly,
sweetie. It's like it helps
you focus, like it blocks out
the chaos."

Plankton's hand stops moving,
his antennae drooping slightly.
"Chaos," he whispers, his eye
flicking around the room.

Karen nods, her heart aching.
"Yes, sometimes the world can
be too much, can't it?"

Plankton nods, his gaze
still unfocused. "Too 
much," he agrees.
"Spinning fan, less chaos."

Karen's eyes well up with tears
as she realizes the gravity of
the situation. "I'm sorry,"
she says, her voice trembling.
"I never meant for this to happen."

Plankton nods, his gaze still
unfocused. "Not Karen's fault,"
he says, his voice a robotic
reassurance. "Invention go boom."

Karen's eyes fill with
gratitude, clinging to the
knowledge that he understands.
"I know, but I can't help
feeling responsible," she says,
wiping at her cheeks.

Plankton nods, his hand
starting to wave again. "Fan spin.
Calm. Like Karen."

Karen's heart skips a beat
at the mention of her name.
Maybe, just maybe, he's still in
there somewhere. "You know,
sweetie," she says, her voice
quivering with hope, "sometimes
people have different ways
of seeing things. Like you and
the fan. That's your special way
of finding peace."

Plankton nods, his gaze
finally leaving the fan to focus
on her. "Special," he repeats.
"Plankton special."

Karen smiles through her
tears. "Yes, you are," she says,
squeezing his hand gently. "And we'll
figure this out together."

Plankton nods, his hand still
moving. "Together," he echoes.

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"Plankton," she starts,
her voice tentative.
"Can we try something?"
He nods, his eye
still searching.

Karen reaches over
to the bedside drawer,
pulling out a small,
soft blanket.
"This is called a weighted
blanket," she explains,
unfolding it gently.
"It's like a hug from me
without the pressure."

Plankton's gaze
flickers with curiosity.
He nods slowly, allowing
her to place it over
his body, his eye
closed as he feels the
comforting weight.
"It's good,"
he murmurs, his voice
a mix of wonder and
fatigue.

Karen's heart lifts,
a tiny victory in the
face of the unknown.
"It's like a hug,"
she says, smoothing
the blanket over him.
"It helps some people
feel safe and calm."

Plankton nods, his
body relaxing into
the embrace of the
weighted fabric.

Karen's eyes fill with
relief as she watches
his tension melt away.
"Does it feel better?"
she asks, her voice
gentle.

Plankton nods, his
eye still closed. "Calm,"
he whispers.

Encouraged, Karen pulls
the blanket tighter, mimicking
a gentle squeeze. "Good?"
she asks, her voice a soft
query.

Plankton nods, a smile
ghosting over his lips. "Good,"
he agrees, his voice a faint
whisper.

Karen's heart skips a beat.
"I'm here," she says, her voice
a soothing melody. "I'll always
be here to help you find
your calm."

Plankton nods, his eye
still shut. "Calm," he whispers,
his body sinking deeper into
the blanket's embrace.

Karen's eyes fill with tears
as she watches him. She's
found a way to connect, a way
to bring him comfort in a
world that's become too much
for him. The weight of
the blanket seems to anchor him,
still the storm in his mind.

"I'll get us through this,"
she whispers, her voice filled
with resolve. "We're a team."

Plankton's antennae twitch
slightly, a sign of his
agreement. "Team," he murmurs,
his breathing evening out
beneath the blanket.

Karen's eyes shine with
hope. "Yes, we're a team,"
she repeats, leaning down
to kiss his forehead.
"Now, try to get some sleep."

Plankton nods, his hand
reaching up to trace the
edge of the blanket. "Sleep,"
he murmurs.

Karen watches him for a
moment longer, then stands
slowly, not wanting to disturb
his fragile peace. She
moves to the door, her hand
on the knob. "I'll be right
outside if you need me,"
she says softly.

Plankton nods, his hand
still tracing the blanket.
"Karen," he whispers.

Her heart squeezes. "I know,"
she says, her voice a gentle
caress. "I'll be right here."

With one last look at him,
she steps into the hallway,
closing the door behind her.

The house feels eerie in
its quiet, the weight of
the silence pressing down.
Her thoughts race, her mind
a whirlwind of fears and
uncertainty. How do you
navigate a world that's
suddenly become so
overwhelming for someone
you love?

Karen leans against
the closed door, her eyes
brimming with tears. She
can't bear to leave him
alone, but he needs rest.
With a heavy sigh, she
forces herself to step away,
determined to give him
the space he needs to adjust.

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She sleeps at her bed
next to his. The house is quiet,
except for the soft snores
coming from Plankton.

But both of their 
eyes snap open
at the sound of 
the doorbell.

Plankton's body tenses,
his hand shooting up to 
cover his head. Karen
moves quickly, her heart 
racing. She knows that 
sudden sounds can be
overwhelming for him.
"It's okay," she murmurs,
placing her hand over 
his. "Door," he says, his voice
still groggy from sleep.

Her eyes dart to the 
clock. It's early, much 
earlier than anyone would 
usually visit. "I'll go 
see who it is," she says, 
trying to keep her voice 
steady. "You stay here."

Plankton nods, his hand
dropping from his head
to clutch at the blanket.
"Stay," he whispers, his
voice tight with anxiety.

Karen's eyes fill with
concern. "I'll be right
back," she promises, her
voice soft. "Just stay here."

Plankton nods, his grip
on the blanket tightening.
"Stay," he repeats, his voice
less than a whisper.

Karen nods, her heart racing.
"I will," she whispers. "Just rest."

As she opens the door, she's
met with the cheerful face of
Hanna, her book club friend.
"Hey Karen, I hope I'm not too early!"
Hanna says, a word book in hand.

Karen's eyes widen, her heart
racing. "No, not at all," she says,
forcing a smile. "Come in."

Hanna steps into the house,
her eyes bright with excitement.
But as she sees Karen's 
expression, her smile falters.
"Is everything okay?" she asks,
concern etched on her face.

Karen nods, as Plankton
comes into the room, his gaze
fixed on the spinning fan.
"This is Plankton,"
Karen introduces, her voice
calm.

Hanna smiles. "Hi Plankton,"
she says, her voice too bright.

He nods, his gaze still
locked on the fan. "Fan spin,"
he murmurs.

Hanna's eyes widen, unsure
how to respond. Karen
quickly interjects. "Why
don't we take a look at the
work puzzle book.."

Plankton's gaze shifts, his
interest piqued by the
mention of books.

"Puzzles," he repeats,
his voice a bit clearer.

Hanna's smile relaxes,
seeing his interest. "Yes,
puzzles," she says, holding
up the book. "They're like
fun little brain teasers."

Plankton nods, his hand
reaching out to touch the
book. Karen watches, her
heart racing. Will this
be another trigger?

But Plankton's gaze locks onto
the puzzle book, his eye
lighting up with curiosity.

Karen's heart skips a beat.
This could be good for him,
a way to focus his
whirling thoughts.

Hanna opens the book,
showing him a simple word search.
"See if you can find
the hidden words, Plankton,"
she says, her voice gentle.

His gaze scans the page,
his hand moving in time
with his eye. "Words," he murmurs,
his voice filled with excitement.

Hanna nods, her smile growing.
"That's right," she says, her
tone encouraging. "See if
you can find them all."

Plankton nods, his eye
quickly moving over the
page. Karen watches,
her heart swelling with hope.
This might be it, she thinks,
a new way to connect.

Hanna points to a word,
her voice soothing. "What's this?"

Plankton's hand moves over
the letters, tracing them.
"F-A-N," he reads, his
tone monotone. "Fan," he says,
his gaze flicking up to the
whirring object above.

Hanna laughs, misunderstanding.
"No, Plankton, not fan," she says,
pointing to the puzzle. "Find
the words that are hidden."

But Plankton's gaze remains on
the spinning blades. "Fan," he repeats,
his voice taking on a firm tone.

Hanna's smile falters, not
comprehending his 
meaning. "No, Plankton,"
she says, her voice still cheerful.
"Look at the puzzle."

But Plankton's gaze
doesn't waver from the fan.
"Fan," he says, his tone
firm, almost defensive.

Hanna's smile falters,
her cheerfulness waning.
"Plankton," she says gently,
"it's a puzzle, not about
the fan."

But Plankton's gaze remains
fixed on the fan, his
body tensing. "Fan," he repeats,
his voice firm, almost
defensive.

Hanna's smile falters,
uncertain of his meaning.
"It's just a puzzle, Plankton,"
she says gently, her voice
filled with misunderstanding.

But Plankton's tone sharpens.
"Fan," he insists, his voice
raised, his body tense.
"Fan spin, make quiet."

Hanna's eyes widen with
surprise, her smile slipping
away. "It's not about the
fan, Plankton," she says,
her voice still kind but
concerned. "It's about..."

But Plankton's voice cuts
through the air, his tone
sharp. "Fan spin," he says,
his hand moving in
erratic patterns. "Fan make
quiet. Fan important."

Hanna's eyes widen,
taking a step back. "I didn't
mean..." she starts, but
Plankton's agitation is
growing.

"Fan important," he repeats,
his voice echoing in the quiet
room. Karen's heart races as
she tries to defuse the
situation.

"Hanna, it's okay," she says,
her voice calm but firm.
"The fan is special to Plankton.
It helps him feel calm."

But Hanna's confusion
only grows. "It's just a fan,
right?" she asks, her voice
pitching with uncertainty.

Plankton's voice rises, his
hands flailing. "No!" he yells.
"Fan special! Make quiet!
Must spin!"

Hanna's eyes widen with shock,
her cheerful demeanor evaporating.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know,"
she stammers, taking a step back.

Plankton's voice echoes,
his frustration palpable.
"Fan special!" he yells,
his hands slashing the air.

Hanna's smile has disappeared,
replaced by a look of fear.
"I'm sorry," she whispers,
backing away slowly.

Karen's eyes are wide
with worry. She steps
between Hanna and Plankton,
trying to shield her friend
from his distress. "It's okay,
Hanna," she says, her voice
calm but firm. "Let's just
give him some space."

Hanna nods, her eyes
filled with apology.
"I didn't mean to upset him,"
she murmurs, setting the
puzzle book down on the
coffee table.

Karen nods, her gaze
on Plankton. "It's okay,"
she says softly. "He's just
overwhelmed."

Plankton's hands flap like
wings against his sides.
This is stimming, she knows,
his way of coping with
the sensory onslaught.

He rocks back and forth,
his gaze still on the fan.
Karen's heart aches as she
watches him, his body a
whirlwind of energy.

"Fan spin," he murmurs,
his hands fluttering like
butterfly wings. "Spin, spin."

Karen's eyes follow
his erratic movements,
her heart racing.

"Plankton," she says, her voice
calm and soothing. "Look at me."
He doesn't react, his gaze
still glued to the fan.

Karen approaches him,
moving slowly to avoid startling
his heightened senses. "Plankton,"
she repeats, her tone steady.

He doesn't react, his eye
still on the fan, his body
a flurry of movement.
Her heart racing, Karen tries again.
"The fan spins," she says, mimicking
his rhythmic speech.

Plankton's gaze flicks to her,
his body still. For a moment,
his movements cease.
"Spin," he whispers, his eye
searching hers.

Karen nods, understanding
his need for the fan's rhythmic
whirl. "It's okay," she says,
her voice a gentle melody.
"The fan will spin."

Plankton's gaze shifts
from the fan to the digital clock
on the mantle. His eye widens
as he sees the seconds tick by,
restarting each minute.
The numbers, stark and
precise, seem to call to him,
a silent symphony of order
in a world gone haywire.

Hanna looks confused, for
Plankton's gaze shifts to the
digital clock, the seconds
ticking away in a silent
symphony. His hands stop
their erratic movements, his
body stilling as he watches
the precise dance of the
numbers.

Karen sees his fascination,
the way his eye tracks
each second as it passes.
"It's okay," she says softly.
"The clock will keep going."

But Plankton's gaze doesn't
shift. His body is still,
his mind lost in the rhythm
of the ticking digits.

Karen watches, her heart
racing. She's read about
how some with autism
find comfort in patterns,
how the predictability
of something as simple
as a digital clock
can be a lifeline in a
world that's otherwise
so chaotic.

Hanna, however, 
doesn't understand.
Her eyes go to Plankton, her
confusion growing.

"Plankton," she says, her voice
still too bright, "it's just a clock."

His eye snaps to her, his
body rigid with tension. "Clock
important," he murmurs, his voice
a mix of anger and fear. "Numbers
change."

Hanna's smile fades, her eyes
widening with confusion. "It's
just a clock, Plankton," she says,
trying to placate him. But her
words only serve to stir his
distress further.

Plankton's eye darts from the
clock to Hanna, his breath
coming in quick bursts. "No,"
he whispers, his voice tight.
"Clock important. Numbers change."

Hanna's smile is gone, her
expression one of confusion.
"It's just a way to tell time,"
she says, her voice shaking.
But Plankton's agitation is
building, a storm gathering
behind his eye.

"No," he whispers, his hand
trembling as it points to
the clock. "Numbers change,
make brain quiet."

Hanna's eyes widen, her
understanding still elusive.
"But Plankton," she starts,
"it's just a way to keep track
of time."

But Plankton's gaze is
intense, his voice urgent.
"No, no, no," he says, shaking
his head. "Numbers change,
make brain quiet."

Hanna's voice rises, her
confusion thick. "But it's
just a clock, Plankton,"
she repeats, her words
falling on deaf antennae.

Plankton's body is tight
as a spring, his gaze
locked on the digital
dance. "No," he whispers,
his voice strained. "Numbers
make quiet, chronologically."

Hanna's eyes dart between
Plankton and Karen, her
confusion thick. 

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Finally, the car pulled
into the driveway, and
Karen turned off the engine.
She looked back
at Plankton, his chest
rising and falling with
each snore.

"We're home," she said,
her voice a gentle nudge.
His eye flickered open,
his gaze still unfocused.

Karen stepped out of
the car, opened the door and
unbuckled his seatbelt,
his body still limp.

"Wha..." Plankton mumbled
as she gently nudged him
awake. His eye blinked
slowly, the world coming
back into focus. "Home?"
he asked, his voice a
hoarse whisper.

Karen nodded, a soft
smile playing on her
screen. "Yes, darling, we're
home," she said, her voice
like a warm embrace.
"Let's get you inside."

But then Sponge
Bob shows up at
their door. “Hi
guys! Where have
you been?”

Karen's smile was
bright despite her
exhaustion. "Plankton
just had his wisdom
teeth out," she
explained, her voice
a gentle whisper as
Plankton noticed Sponge
Bob.

Sponge Bob's face lit up.
"Oh no, buddy!" he exclaimed,
his voice full of concern
and empathy. "How ya feeling?"

Plankton blinked at him,
his gaze unfocused, his mouth
half open in a sleepy smile.
"Wis...dom...teef?" he slurred.
Karen couldn't help but laugh
at the sight, her heart
swelling with love for
her goofy husband.

"Yeah, buddy," she said,
helping him to his feet.
He swayed a bit, his legs
still wobbly from the anesthesia.
"Let's get you to the couch."

Plankton leaned heavily
on her, his steps
exaggerated and unsteady.
Everything was a blur,
but the warmth of Karen's
body was a comforting
constant. Sponge
Bob goes in with them.

"Let's get you comfortable,"
she murmured, guiding him
to the couch. His eye
closed, his head lolling
back. "No, no," she
laughed gently, pushing him
forward. "Just a bit more."

Plankton's snores grew
softer as she maneuvered
his body, his weight
sagging against her.

"Karen?" he mumbled,
his voice a sleepy whisper
as SpongeBob sat by him. 
Her smile grew, her screen
twinkling. "Yeah, honey?"

Plankton's eye rolled
back, his words slurred
but earnest. "I love you."
It was a declaration
so out of place and
so unexpected that Karen
froze for a moment,
her heart swelling.
Sponge Bob's smile grew
wider, his eyes sparkling.
"Aw, Plankton," he said,
his voice full of warmth.
"You're feeling the love
of the anesthesia, aren't ya?"

Karen couldn't help but
laugh, the tension of
the day lifting slightly.
"I guess he's feeling
extra affectionate,"
she said, her voice a
playful tease.

Sponge Bob chuckled,
his laughter bubbly and
infectious. "Looks like
it," he said, patting
Plankton's shoulder. "You
take it easy, buddy."

But Plankton's mind
was stuck in a loop,
his words a jumble of
slurred affection.
"Spongey...Spongey..." he
murmured, his eye half-
closed and his smile
lopsided.

Sponge Bob leaned in,
his face a mask of
concern. "You okay, Plankton?"

Plankton's eye rolled to
meet his, a sleepy smile
spreading across his
swollen face. "You...Spongey...
youw my besht...besht...buddy,"
he slurred, his voice
a thick, sloppy mess of
words. His arm flopped
over, slapping Sponge Bob
on the side with a
half-hearted pat.

Sponge Bob's laughter filled
the room, bubbly and
genuine. "Aw, Plankton,
you're too much," he said,
his voice full of affection.

Plankton's smile grew
slower, his head lolling
to one side. "Yew...yew are...are
my besht...buddy," he
managed, his arm flopping
around like a ragdoll's.
Sponge Bob took his
hand, holding it tight.
"And you're mine too, buddy,"
he said, his voice warm.

"Besh...buddy...Spongey,"
Plankton murmured, his voice
like a sleepy child's. He
tried to focus, his
eye blinking in the bright
living room light.

Sponge Bob's smile was a
beacon in the fog. "You had
a big day."

Plankton's head nodded
slowly, his eye half-closed.
"Big...day," he echoed, his
voice a slur. His hand
found its way to Sponge
Bob's arm, gripping it
with surprising strength.
"You...you...were there."

Sponge Bob looked at
Karen, his expression a
mix of confusion and
amusement. "Yeah, I'm
here for ya," he said,
his voice gentle.

Plankton's grip tightened,
his eye still half-closed.
"No, no," he murmured,
his words thick and slow.
"You...you were...were...were
there...always." His voice
trailed off, a hint of
emotion in the slurred
sentence.

Sponge Bob's confusion
deepened, his gaze flicking
to Karen for guidance.
Her laugh was a soft
chime, her screen alight with
joy. "It's just the meds,
Sponge Bob," she said, her voice
a gentle reminder. "He's
still pretty out of it."

Plankton's head lolled
back. "They
took...my...teefth," he
slurred dramatically, his voice
a theatrical whine. "All
four of them!" His arms
flailed in the air like
he was recounting a battle
with a sea monster.

Sponge Bob's eyes went wide.
"All at once?" he gasped,
his sponge-like form leaning
forward with curiosity.
"How'd you manage that?"

Plankton's hand waved
dramatically.

"They...they...they put
me in a chair," he slurred,
his voice rising with each
word. "And then...then
they...took...my...TEefth!"
He pronounced it with
the gravity of a Shakespearean
actor, drawing out the 'f'
for maximum impact.

Sponge Bob's eyes grew
rounder, his smile
still plastered on his
face. "Wow, Plankton,
sounds like you had
quite the adventure!"

Plankton's chuckle was
a strange sound.
He threw his hands up,
his body swaying with the
motion. "They...they had
these...these...things!"
He paused dramatically,
his eye squinting as if
trying to remember. "Needleth?"

Sponge Bob's eyes went wider,
his curiosity piqued. "Needles??"

Plankton's head nodded
exaggeratedly, his smile
now a full-on grin. "Yes,
yes needleths!"

Sponge Bob leaned in, his
eyes wide with fascination.
"How’d they you to sleep
with needles?" he asked, his voice
filled with wonder.

Plankton's eye closed, his
face a mask of dramatic
remembrance. "They...they put
this...this...tube," he said, his
fingers tracing an invisible
line on his arm, "and then...
whoosh!" His arm fell
lifelessly to his side, his
head lolling back. "I was in...
space... then...the
I was...gone." His smile
was serene, his mind lost
in the fog of the anesthesia.

Sponge Bob's eyes sparkled
with laughter. "Then what
happened as you woke up?"

Plankton's head jerked
up, his gaze wild. "Woke
up?" he murmured, his voice
dreamy. "They...they had
these lights..." He waved
his hand in the air,
describing a constellation
that only he could see.
"Bright lights...so bright...
like stars...stars in my
veins!"

Sponge Bob leaned back,
his laughter bubbling up.
"Stars in your veins?"
he repeated, his voice
full of delight.

Plankton nodded, his
expression earnest. "Yes,
yes stars," he murmured,
his eye half-closed. "They
shone so brightly, and
then..." He paused, his
fingers twitching.
"They...they...took my
teefth!" His voice grew
loud with accusation.

Sponge Bob couldn't help
but laugh, his giggles
filling the room. Karen
just watched, her heart
full. Plankton was rarely
this affectionate, especially
with Sponge Bob. It was
a side of him she hadn't
seen in ages, and she found
it strangely charming.

Plankton leaned into
his newfound friendliness,
his arm sliding over
Sponge Bob's shoulder. "You...you
make me...happy," he slurred,
his eye half-closed.
Sponge Bob's smile grew
even wider, his laughter
now a full-on chuckle.
"Well, that's what
friends are for," he said,
his voice warm and gentle.

Karen watched, her heart
swelling with joy at the
sight of her husband,
usually so stern and
focused, being this tender
and open. "You're so
funny when you're like this,"
she said, her voice a soft
laugh.

Plankton's smile grew
slower, his hand reaching
out to poke at Sponge
Bob's side. 
Plankton's face lit up
with glee. "So...squishy,"
he murmured, his voice
full of wonder as he
gave him a gentle pat.

Sponge Bob's laughter
was a delighted squeak.
"What's gotten into
you, Plankton?" he
asked, his eyes twinkling.

Plankton's grin was
silly and wide, his
head lolling to one side.
"The...stars...Spongey,"
he murmured, his voice
a sleepy whisper. "They're
still in me." His hand
reached out again, poking
Sponge Bob's side with
a gentle touch. "So squishy..."

Sponge Bob giggled, his
laughter like bubbles
in the ocean. "You're
a funny guy, Plankton,"
he said, his voice
full of amusement.

Plankton's hand paused,
his finger hovering over
Sponge Bob's side. "Am...am I?"
he asked, his voice a
slurred question. "I feel...
funny." His head tilted,
his eye looking at his
finger with curiosity.

Sponge Bob nodded, his
laughter bubbling up. "You
sure are, buddy," he said,
his voice filled with warmth.

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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY v


(Autistic author)



Sandy had always known him as
quick-witted and sharp-tongued,
now he was a shell of his
former self, retreating at the
slightest touch.

Plankton's antennae twitched.
Karen stepped in, her voice firm
but gentle. "It's ok, Sandy.
We're all still learning."

Sandy looked at the plate of
cookies on the floor, regret
flooding her features. She
knew Plankton had liked her
cookies before, but now...

"I'm sorry," she murmured, her
voice thick with emotion. "I had
no idea." She reached for him
again, but Karen stepped in,
shaking her head gently.

"It's okay," Karen said, her tone
soothing. "But remember, he's not
the same Plankton anymore."
Sandy's hand hovered in the
air, her eyes pleading with
Karen for guidance.

Plankton's antennae continued to
twitch as he stared at the
floor, his body a tightly coiled
spring. Karen stepped closer to him,
placing a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay," she whispered to him.

Sandy looked at him, her eyes
filled with a mix of pity and
confusion. "Come on, Plankton,"
she said, her voice softening.

But Plankton's antennae remained
still, his gaze fixed on the
floor. Karen knew he was lost
in his own world, unable to
process Sandy's words through the
sensory overload.

Sandy tried again, her voice a
soft coo. "Look at me, Plankton,"
she said, her hand reaching out
once more. But Plankton flinched,
his antennae flattening against
his head.

"No," he murmured, his voice
trembling. "No."

Sandy's face fell, her eyes
wet with regret.

"I didn't mean to scare him,"
she murmured, her voice barely
above a whisper.

"It's ok, Sandy," Karen said,
her hand still on Plankton's
shoulder. "You just need to be
patient with him."
Karen took a deep breath, her
thoughts racing. "It was a fight
with Mr. Krabs," she said, her
words measured. "It...
changed how his brain works."
Plankton's more
sensitive to sounds, lights,
and touch," she explained. "And
his communication is different
now."

Sandy looked from Karen to Plankton,
her eyes filled with
understanding. "I'm sorry," she said,
her voice gentle. "I didn't know."

Hanna, who had been quietly
observing from the corner,
approached the trio, her gaze
filled with empathy. "It's okay,
Sandy," she said. "We're all still
learning."

The door burst open again, and
SpongeBob bounded in, his usual
cheerfulness a stark contrast to
the solemn mood in the room.
"Hi, everyone!" he exclaimed, his
spongey body bouncing with
energy. "What's all the hub..."

"SpongeBob," Plankton 
exclaimed, his antennae
perking up slightly.

SpongeBob's eyes widened in
surprise at the rare display of
joy from Plankton.

The sudden change in Plankton's
demeanor was like a switch had
been flipped. His antennae
stopped twitching, his body
uncoiled slightly. "Sponge Bob,"
he said again, his voice a little
louder this time.

Sponge Bob looked at him with
wonder. "Hi, Plankton!" he said,
his eyes wide. "How are you
feeling?"

Plankton's gaze locked onto
Sponge Bob, and a tentative smile
spread across his face. "Sponge Bob,"
he murmured, his voice filled with
longing.

Sponge Bob's eyes widened with
surprise. "Plankton!" he exclaimed,
his usual cheerfulness amplified.
He moved closer to his friend, his
body language open and welcoming.

Plankton's antennae quivered slightly
as he watched Sponge Bob give
him a gentle pat on the back.
But Plankton didn't flinch this
time. Instead, his antennae curled
forward slightly, as if reaching out for
contact.

Sponge Bob, noticing the subtle
change in his friend, took a seat
beside him. "You okay, buddy?"
he asked, his voice a gentle
whisper.

Plankton nodded, his antennae
quivering with the effort to
stay still. "Sponge Bob good," he
murmured, his eye focusing
on the familiar figure.

Sponge Bob's touch was
comforting, a gentle reminder of
times when the world wasn't so
overwhelming. Plankton's
body slowly relaxed under the
warmth of the friendship.

Sandy and Hanna watched in
silence as Sponge Bob's gentle
presence seemed to soothe Plankton.
His antennae stilled, his body
unfurling slightly from its tight
coil of anxiety.

Sponge Bob, ever the optimist,
beamed at Plankton. "I brought
you some jellyfishing nets," he
offered, holding up a small
sack. "Thought we could go for a
catch, like old times!"

Plankton's antennae shot
straight up, his excitement palpable.
"Jellyfishing?" he asked, his voice
filled with hope.

Sponge Bob's grin grew wider.
"You bet, Plankton!" he exclaimed.
"Just like the good old days!"

Plankton's antennae quivered with
excitement. "Good," he murmured,
his eye lighting up. The mention
of jellyfishing brought back
memories of simpler times, before
his world had been turned upside
down. "Yes," he murmured, his voice
eager. "Jellyfishing."

Karen watched the interaction
between Sponge Bob and Plankton,
relief washing over her. She knew
how much Sponge Bob had always
meant to Plankton, and seeing
his positive effect was a
comforting balm.

Sponge Bob's presence had
calmed the storm of emotions and
sensory overload that had been
building within Plankton. He was
now sitting up straight in his
chair, his antennae waving slightly
with excitement.

Karen watched them, her heart
swelling with gratitude for Sponge
Bob. She knew that Plankton
needed friends who understood him,
who could navigate the choppy
waters of his new reality. She took
a deep breath, her eyes meeting
Sponge Bob's.

"Sponge Bob," she began, her
voice shaky. "There's something
important I need to tell you."

Sponge Bob looked at her with
concern. "What's up, Karen?"

Karen took a deep breath,
preparing to share the news. "Plankton's
been diagnosed with autism,"
she said softly.

Sponge Bob's smile faltered for a
moment, but he quickly regained
his composure. "What's that, Karen?"
he asked, his voice filled with
curiosity rather than fear.

Karen took a deep breath, her eyes
welling with tears. "It's a condition
that makes his brain work
differently," she explained. "It's like
his senses are on overload, and
sometimes, the world is just too
much for him to handle."

Sponge Bob's eyes grew wide with
concern. "Too much?" he echoed.
"But Plankton's always been so...
so...spirited!"

Karen nodded, her eyes
moist with unshed tears. "It's not
his spirit, Sponge Bob," she said.
"It's just that now, his brain needs
more time to process things.
And some things that didn't bother
him before are really hard for
him now."

Sponge Bob's gaze drifted to
Plankton, who was now playing with
a jellyfishing net, his antennae
still quivering with excitement.

"It was an accident," Karen
continued, her voice thick with
emotion. "A fight with Mr. Krabs."

"A fight?" he echoed, his
spongy body stiffening.

Karen nodded, her gaze
firm. "Mr. Krabs hit him really
hard," she said. "And it changed
his brain."

Sponge Bob looked at Plankton,
his eyes filled with a new
understanding. He reached out
his hand, and Plankton took it,
his antennae relaxing slightly.
"I'm here for you, buddy," he said,
his voice gentle.

"You can stay, but perhaps save
jellyfishing for another day." Says
Karen, as Sandy and Hanna left.

Sponge Bob nodded, his grip
on Plankton's hand firm. "Whatever
you need, Plankton," he said.

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KAREN AND THE AUTISTIC JOURNEY v
(Autistic author)

The room falls into a tense
silence, the air thick with
the unspoken words of regret
and uncertainty. Plankton's
humming becomes the only
sound in the room. 
Sandy's eyes are glued to
Plankton, watching his
hands move in a mesmerizing
pattern. His humming grows
slightly louder, filling the
space around them with a
comforting buzz. Despite the
simplicity of the act, it's a
powerful declaration of his
new reality.

"Plankton are you ok?" Sandy
asks him.

Plankton's humming stops abruptly,
his gaze snaps to her. "Book," he says
with longing. "Want book."

Sandy nods, her eyes glistening
with newfound understanding.
"Of course," she says, standing up.

She and Karen move to the shelf
where she had placed the book earlier.
Karen reaches up, her hand
carefully retrieving it.

"Here," she says, her voice calm,
handing the science book to him.

He opens it, his gaze
immediately drawn to the index
table in the back. His eye
scans the rows, his
brain finding comfort in the
predictability of the page
numbers. 
He starts to read the
index aloud, his voice a monotone
that fills the room with a
strange rhythm.

"Quantum Mechanics... 134," he reads,
his finger tracing the line. "Relativity,
Special and General... 212."

Karen and Sandy listen, their
expressions a mix of wonder and
concern. They've never seen
Plankton so engrossed in anything
other than his own schemes before.

Sandy's gaze follows the
movement of his finger as it
traces the numbers, her mind
trying to grasp the significance
of his actions. "Why does he
read the index like that?" she
whispers to Karen.

Karen's smile is filled with
both love and pride. "It's
his way of finding order,"
she concurs. "The numbers,
the patterns, it brings him
comfort."

Sandy nods, her eyes never
leaving Plankton. His focus
on the book is intense,
his voice a steady rhythm as
he reads off the page
numbers. "Biology... 37.
Chemistry... 101," he drones.

Karen sits beside him, her
hand on his back, providing
the gentle pressure he craves.
The sound of his voice, the
comfort of the book's familiar
weight, it's all part of his
new routine.

Sandy sits opposite, her paws
clasped in her lap, watching
intently. Her gaze flickers from
Plankton to Karen and back again.
She's learning, trying to
understand.

Plankton's voice rises in excitement
as he reaches the physics
section. "Quantum Entanglement...
543!" he exclaims, his
hands flapping. His
eye lit up, a rare smile
spreading across his face.

Karen's smiles. This was the
Plankton she knew, the one
who found delight in the
complexity of the universe.

He reads on, his voice
picking up speed. "String Theory...
621! Gravity Waves... 784!" His
stimming becomes more animated,
his hands fluttering like the
wings of a butterfly, each
flap a silent declaration of his
newfound obsession with order.

Sandy's curiosity is
piqued, but she's careful not to
interrupt, instead watching him
with a newfound respect. Karen
smiles, her hand still on his
back, feeling the warmth of
his excitement through her metal
shell.

"Plankton, why do you like
the index so much?" Sandy asks,
keeping her voice soft, when
the doorbell rings.

Karen's head snaps up, the
interrupted moment forgotten. "I'll get it,"
she says, standing quickly.

SpongeBob's face appears
in the doorway.

"Hi, Karen!" he says, his
voice bright and cheerful.
"Hi, Sandy!"

Sandy's eyes dart to the
closed bedroom door, then back
to Karen. "I should go," she says,
standing up. "Let you guys
have some space."

Karen nods, her gaze
following Sandy's. "Thank you," she
whispers. "Bye Sandy. Sponge
Bob, come on in; Plankton's in the
bedroom.."

SpongeBob's now going in,
his eyes wide with excitement.

"What's up, Plankton?" he says,
his voice a bubbly burst of
enthusiasm.

Plankton's head snaps up, his
eye wide. "SpongeBob," he says, his
voice excitedly affectionate.

Sponge Bob's eyes widen at the
sight of Plankton's intense focus
on the book. "Wow, Plankton,
you're really into that, huh?"

Plankton's hands stop moving,
his gaze shifting from the
index to Sponge Bob's smiling
face. "Sponge Bob," he says, his
voice filled with glee. He jumps
up from the bed, the book
forgotten as he rushes to embrace
his friend.

Sponge Bob stumbles backward,
surprise etched on his features
as Plankton's arms wrap around
his waist. "Whoa, buddy," he says,
his eyes wide. "What's gotten into
you?"

Plankton's grip tightens, his
body vibrating with joy. "Sponge
Bob," he repeats, his voice a
high-pitched squeak.

Sponge Bob's smile falters, his
hands awkwardly patting Plankton's
back. "It's ok, Plankton," he says,
his voice gentle. "I'm just here
to visit."

Plankton pulls away, his
eye shining with joy
with a warmth Sponge Bob isn't
used to seeing from him.

"Come, sit," he says, his voice
eager. He pats the spot on the
bed next to him. Sponge Bob's
expression is a mix of
happiness and concern.

Sponge Bob sits down, his
body tense. "Plankton, you
ok?" he asks, his eyes
searching Plankton's.

Plankton nods, his hands
still flapping in excitement.
"Good," he says, his voice
monotone yet earnest.

new karen and the autistic journey splankbob splankaren v

NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON v
(Autistic author) (see notes below)
* ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Karen's eyes 
blazed with fury 
as she stared 
at her.

"How dare you 
speak to him like 
that!" Karen's voice 
was low and 
dangerous, her 
body tense. "How 
dare you come into 
my home and say 
such things!"
Hanna took a 
step back, 
overwhelmed by 
the fury in Karen's 
voice. "I didn't 
mean..." she 
began, but Karen 
cut her off.

"You don't get to 
decide what he needs!" 
Karen's words 
were like shrapnel, 
sharp and biting. 
"You don't get to 
judge him!" Her eyes 
were on fire, her 
body quivering 
with the effort 
of holding back 
her emotions.

Hanna looked at 
Karen, shocked by 
the sudden change 
in her demeanor. 
"Karen, I'm sorry, 
I didn't know..."

But Karen was 
beyond words. Her 
eyes were like 
twin lasers, cutting 
through the 
tension in the 
room as she 
stormed towards 
Hanna. "Get out," 
she spat, her 
voice cold and 
final.

Hanna's eyes 
widened in 
instinctive fear. She 
had never seen 
Karen like this—
so angry, so 
protective.

"Get out," 
Karen repeated, 
each word a 
whip crack that 
sent a shiver 
down Hanna's spine. 
Her gaze never left 
Plankton, whose 
sobs had become 
softer, more 
desolate.

Hanna looked 
between the 
distraught Plankton 
and the fuming 
Karen, realizing 
the gravity of her 
mistake. She 
quickly gathered 
herself. 
"I'm sorry," she 
whispered, her 
voice genuine. "I 
never meant to..."

But Karen's anger 
was a force of 
nature, unyielding 
and fierce. She 
stood between Hanna 
and Plankton, her 
body a barricade 
against further harm. 
"Get out," she 
repeated, her voice 
now a hiss. "Now."

Hanna nodded, 
defeated. She had 
overstepped a line 
she didn't even 
know existed. 
With a final, 
apologetic look at 
Plankton, she 
turned and left 
the Chum Bucket, 
the door slamming 
behind her.

The room was 
silent except for 
Plankton's muffled 
sobs. Karen 
rushed to his side, 
wrapping her arms 
around him in a 
tight embrace.

"It's okay," she 
whispered, her voice 
soothing as she 
stroked his back. 
"It's okay, Plankton. 
I'm here."

But Plankton's 
thoughts were a 
whirlwind of fear and 
uncertainty, Hanna's 
threat echoing in 
his mind. An 
institution? Would 
Karen really 
send him away?

He pulled away 
from Karen's embrace, 
his eye 
swollen with tears. 
"Is it true?" he 
stammered, his voice 
a choked whisper. 
"Should you...could 
you really do that 
to me?"

Karen's grip 
tightened around 
him, breaking at the 
thought of his fear. 
"Never," she said 
firmly, her voice 
steady despite the 
emotion threatening 
to overwhelm her. 
"I would never 
send you away."

Plankton's gaze 
flitted to hers, 
his eye searching 
for the truth in 
her words. 
"But what if I'm 
too much?" he 
whispered, his 
voice shaking. "What 
if I can't get 
better?"

Karen's eyes 
filled with tears, 
but her voice remained 
steady. "You're not 
too much," she said, 
stroking his arm. "You're 
my husband, and I love 
you no matter what."

Plankton's sobs 
subsided slightly, 
his mind racing to 
understand her words. 
He knew love. "But what if...
what if I can't be 
normal?" he managed 
to ask, his voice 
breaking.

Karen's gaze was 
steady, her 
love for him unwavering. 
"Plankton, you don't 
have to be 'normal' 
to be loved," she 
said gently. "You're 
already perfect 
to me."

Plankton's 
expression remained 
uncertain, the 
threat of Hanna's 
words still 
lingering like a 
bad taste in his 
mouth. "But what if...
what if I can't?"

Karen's grip 
tightened, her 
love a steel band 
around his 
quaking form. "You 
don't have to be 
anything but you," 
she murmured, her 
voice a balm to 
his soul. "I'll 
always love you, 
Plankton."

With trembling 
hands, she offered 
him the smoothie 
she'd got, the 
soothing blue 
color a stark 
contrast to the 
whirlwind of emotions 
swirling within 
them both. "Here," 
she said gently. 
"This might help."

Plankton took 
it, his grip 
precise despite 
his shaking.

He brought the 
cup to his lips, 
his gaze never 
leaving Karen's. 
The cold liquid 
slid down his throat, 
easing the tension 
ever so slightly. 
He took another 
sip, the smoothie's 
cool embrace 
soothing his frayed 
nerves.

Karen watched him 
drink. "We'll 
get through this," 
she said firmly. "We'll 
find a way."

Plankton took 
another sip, his 
eye flickering 
between hope and fear. 
"But what if..."

Karen's tentacle 
gently lifted his chin, 
forcing his gaze 
to meet hers. "No 'buts'," 
she said firmly. "We 
have each other, 
and that's all that 
matters."

Plankton took 
another shaky sip of 
his smoothie, the 
blue liquid swirling 
like the tumultuous 
thoughts in his 
head. He felt a 
tiny spark of 
comfort at her words.

"We'll find a way," 
Karen repeated, 
her voice a gentle 
caress against 
his fears. She 
guided him back to 
the couch, her 
tentacles never 
leaving his side.

As he took 
another sip of 
the smoothie, the 
coolness seemed to 
calm him slightly. 
His sobs grew quieter, 
his breathing a 
little steadier. 
The taste of berries 
was a sweet 
contrast to the bitter 
tang of his thoughts.

Karen watched him 
carefully, her 
own emotions a 
swirling storm of 
concern and love. 
Gently, she 
guided him back to 
the couch, her 
touch a silent 
promise of support. 
He allowed her to 
lead him, his body 
exhausted from the 
intensity of his 
outburst.

Once he was 
comfortably settled, 
she took the 
smoothie from his 
hand, setting it on 
the table. She 
covered him with a 
soft blanket, the 
material brushing 
against his 
sensitive skin. He 
flinched slightly, 
but the comfort 
outweighed the 
discomfort.

"Rest," she 
whispered, 
stroking his forehead 
gently. "Everything 
will be okay."



**NOTEs As an autistic
writer (and I used AI to
help me with the words)
I do not encourage the
ableism people have
shown in their ignorance.
Depending on when and
where you live, some
people have thought 
such therapies might be
good, without actually
accepting nor helping.
Even Hans Asperger
has supported eugenics
during the war, sending
people to internment
camps leading to demise.
I came across the site 
autismmemorial.wordpress.com
if you'd like to educate yourself
about how people have
endured such.*

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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM v

(Autistic author)

SpongeBob picks up his cards 
and looks for any 
twos. "Got any twos?"
he asks, trying to 
keep the peace.

But Plankton's focus 
has shifted, his 
eye no longer on the 
game. "Fish," he says 
again, his voice 
desperate.
Sponge Bob's patience 
snaps like a dry 
twig. "Plankton, enough 
with the fish!" he 
exclaims, tossing his cards 
down onto the floor. 
The sudden movement 
startles Plankton, and 
his antennas retract 
slightly.
"What's wrong with 
you!" Sponge Bob asks, 
his voice shaking with 
frustration. "You're not 
the same, Plankton."
Plankton's antennas 
wobble, and his 
eye darts around the 
room, unable to 
meet Sponge Bob's gaze. 
"Fish," he whispers, his 
voice lost.

SpongeBob's frustration was 
palpable in the tense air of the 
Chum Bucket, his eyes wide with 
confusion. He had always known 
Plankton to be a master of 
manipulation and cunning wit, so 
seeing him in such a repetitive state 
was unsettling. He didn't understand 
why his friend's world had narrowed 
down to a simple game of Go Fish 
and the repeated question for more 
of the same card.

"Plankton, I don't get it," Sponge 
 said, his voice tight with the 
effort to stay calm. "What's 
with all the fish?"

Plankton's antennas 
drooped further, his 
eye cast downward. "Fish," he 
mumbles again, his voice 
deflated. "Need more fish."

Sponge Bob's mind races to 
understand the change 
in Plankton's behavior.

He's known Plankton for so 
long, they've had countless 
battles over the Krabby Patty 
formula, but this, this is 
different. The way Plankton's 
voice echoes his own words, 
how he can't seem to let 
go of the word "fish," it's 
almost as if he's a different 
person entirely.

"Plankton, please," Sponge 
Bob pleads, his voice 
cracking. "Why do you 
keep saying that?"

Plankton's antennas 
lift slightly, his 
expression a mix of 
confusion and sadness. 
"Fish," he repeats, his 
voice a mere whisper. 
"Need fish."
"I told you Plankton," Sponge 
Bob says, his voice strained 
with patience, "I don't have 
any more twos, so I can't give 
you any fish."
Plankton's antennas droop, 
his eye sad. "No fish," he 
whispers.
Sponge Bob's at his wit's end. 
"Look, Plankton," he says, 
his voice firm.
"This isn't fun anymore. 
Why do you keep asking for 
fish when I don't have any?"
Plankton's antennas shoot 
up again, his eye 
widening in surprise. 
"Fish?" he asks, as if 
the concept has just 
been introduced.

Sponge Bob's patience 
snaps like a rubber band. 
"Yes, fish!" he yells, 
his spongy body trembling 
with frustration. 
"But I don't have any!"

Plankton flinches at the 
loudness of Sponge Bob's 
voice, his antennas 
retreating into his body. 
"Fish?" he whispers, his 
eye wide with fear.
Sponge Bob's frustration remains. 
"Why do you keep asking 
for fish?" he asks.
"What's happening to 
you, Plankton?"
Plankton's antennas 
twitch erratically, his 
expression a mix of 
pain and confusion. 
"Don't know what's
happening to you
Plankton." Plankton
says.

Sponge Bob's eyes fill 
with tears, his voice 
shaking. "I just want 
my friend back," he 
whispers. "I don't know 
what happened to you."
Plankton's antennas 
drop, his eye filling with 
sorrow. "Friend," he 
repeats, his voice 
small. "Sponge Bob friend."
Yet Sponge Bob doesn't 
understand. He only sees 
his friend acting strange 
and distant, and he can't
stay calm anymore.

"Why can't you just be 
normal!" Sponge Bob 
exclaims, his voice 
shaking with emotion. 
Plankton's antennas 
tremble, and his 
eye fills with 
uncertainty. "Fish?" he 
whispers, his voice 
shaking.

But SpongeBob's frustration 
was only growing.

"I can't do this," he says, 
his voice shaky. "You're not 
my friend like this, Plankton.
I don't know what happened to 
you, but I need you to snap 
out of it!"

Plankton's antennas 
wilt at Sponge Bob's anger, 
his eye filling with a 
sorrow that seems to 
mirror Sponge Bob's own.
"Fish," he whispers, his 
voice trembling. "Need fish."

Sponge Bob's heart 
aches as he watches his 
friend's distress. He's 
so tired of the echoing 
words, the endless loop 
of "fish." 

With a sigh, Sponge 
Bob gathers the 
scattered cards, 
his movements 
deliberate and 
careful. "I'm sorry," he 
says, his voice 
gentler now. "But we can't 
keep playing this way."

Plankton's antennas 
droop as he watches 
Sponge Bob clean up. "Fish?"
he asks, his voice 
small and hopeful.

Sponge Bob turns, his 
face a mask of anger and 
hurt. "No, Plankton," he 
says firmly. "We're not 
playing anymore; I'm tired
of it!"

Plankton's antennas 
wobble at the harshness 
of Sponge Bob's tone. "No 
fish?" he asks, his voice 
small and trembling. 
Sponge Bob cannot hold
back anymore, as his 
frustration won't let 
up.

"Plankton," he says, 
his voice tight with 
emotion, "I don't have 
any more fish! Can't you 
understand that?"

Plankton's antennas 
quiver, his eye 
welling up with tears. 
"Fish," he whispers, 
his voice shaking.

That's the last straw.

Sponge Bob's eyes fill with 
tears of anger and 
frustration. He's had 
enough of Plankton's 
strange behavior, his 
incessant echoing of words. 
"You're not listening!" 
he yells, slamming the 
cards down on the floor. 
"I don't have any more fish
Plankton, so just stop it!"

Plankton's antennas 
shiver at the harshness 
of Sponge Bob's words, his 
body shrinking under the 
weight of the accusation. 
"Fish?" he asks again, 
his voice cracking.
Sponge Bob's fists clench, 
his knuckles turning 
white. "No more fish!" 
he says, his voice 
shaking with anger. 
"I've had enough of you
and your fish!"

Plankton stops but
Sponge Bob's anger still burns 
bright. He doesn't know 
what's happening to 
Plankton, but he can't 
tolerate this strange 
behavior any longer.

"What's wrong with 
you?" Sponge Bob yells, 
his eyes wide with 
desperation. "Why 
can't you just play 
normally, huh? How
hard is it to just ask 
for a card without 
all the fish nonsense?
I didn't come here to 
play your weird games!"
Plankton's antennas 
quiver, his eye 
swelling with unshed 
tears. "Fish," he whispers, 
his voice barely audible.

Sponge Bob's anger 
continues to build, 
his frustration 
spilling over like 
boiling water. "You're 
not even trying!" he 
accuses, his voice 
rising. "What happened 
to you, Plankton?"
Plankton's antennas 
droop, his body 
slumping. "Fish," he 
mumbles, his voice 
broken.

Sponge Bob's eyes 
fill with tears, his 
heart aching for his 
friend. "I don't 
understand," he says, his 
voice cracking. "What's 
wrong with you?"
Plankton's antennas 
barely move, his 
expression a mask of 
sorrow. "Fish," he whispers, 
his eye searching 
Sponge Bob's.

Sponge Bob's anger 
grows, his voice 
raised. "You're just 
saying the same 
thing over and over! 
Why can't you talk to me 
normally?"
Plankton's antennas 
flatten against his 
head, his eye 
welling up with tears. 
"Fish," he says again, 
his voice shaking.

Sponge Bob's fists 
clench tighter, his 
knuckles white with 
frustration. "I don't 
know what's going on 
with you," he says, 
his voice thick with 
emotion. "But this isn't 
how we talk to each 
other. We're friends!"
Plankton's antennas 
barely twitch, his 
expression lost. "Fish," 
he whispers, his voice 
desolate.

Sponge Bob's anger 
reaches its peak, his 
eyes flashing. "I don't 
have any fish!" he yells, 
his spongy body 
quivering with rage. 
"Why can't you just 
talk to me?"
Plankton's antennas 
lift slightly, his eye 
wet with unshed tears. 
"Fish," he murmurs, 
his voice a plea.
Sponge Bob feels like 
his patience has been 
stretched to its 
breaking point. "I can't 
do this," he says, his voice 
shaking with the effort to 
control his emotions.
He turns away, his 
back to Plankton. "We're 
not playing anymore," he 
declares. "We're not playing 
anything until you start 
making sense! So you can
either stop acting weird 
and talk to me like a normal 
being or, I'm leaving!" He
kicks the cards, and then
Karen decides to intervene.

Her voice is firm but 
kind. "Sponge Bob," she says, 
placing a hand on his 
shoulder. "Plankton's not 
doing this on purpose. 
Plankton can I tell Sponge
Bob?"

Plankton nods slowly, his 
eye never leaving Sponge 
Bob's back.

"Sponge Bob," Karen 
continues, her voice 
soothing, "Plankton had a
bad accident, and..."

Her words hang in the 
air, but Sponge Bob 
doesn't turn around. "What?"
he asks, his voice 
small and defeated.

Karen's voice is soft but 
steady. "Plankton hit his 
head and it affected 
his brain," she 
explains. "He has 
something called Autism 
now."
Sponge Bob turns, his 
eyes wide with shock. "What's 
that?" he asks, his 
voice trembling.
"It's a condition," Karen 
says gently, her gaze 
meeting Sponge Bob's. "It 
makes it hard for him 
to understand certain things, 
like how to play games 
without getting stuck 
on one word." She gestures
to Plankton, who's shedding
tears rolling down his cheeks.

Sponge Bob's anger 
evaporates, replaced by 
sympathy. "Oh, Plankton," 
he says, his voice 
full of sadness. He 
steps towards his friend, 
his hand reaching out. 
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
Plankton's antennas 
wobble as he looks 
up at Sponge Bob, his 
single eye brimming with 
tears. "I'm 
sorry," he says again, his 
voice thick with emotion.
"I didn't mean to get 
so mad."

Plankton's antennas 
lift slightly, his eye 
meeting Sponge Bob's with 
gratitude. "Fish," he 
whispers, but it's not a 
demand this time. It's 
more of a statement of 
understanding.

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here is the school song (matilda the musical) but in Thai (translated on Google translate): 
เฮ้ย! เด็กใหม่เหรอ?
แล้วคุณคิดว่าคุณสามารถ
เอาชีวิตรอดจากความยุ่งเหยิงนี้ได้โดยเป็นเจ้าชายหรือเจ้าหญิง
ไม่นานคุณก็จะเห็น
ไม่มีทางหนีจากโศกนาฏกรรมได้
และแม้ว่า
คุณจะทุ่มเทความพยายามอย่างหนัก
คุณก็กำลังเสียพลังงานไปโดยเปล่าประโยชน์
เพราะชีวิตของคุณที่คุณรู้จักคือประวัติศาสตร์โบราณ
ฉันทนทุกข์ทรมานในคุกแห่งนี้
ฉันติดอยู่ในกรงนี้มาเป็นเวลานาน
นรกบนดินแห่งนี้!
แต่ถ้าฉันพยายาม ฉันจะจำได้
ย้อนกลับไปก่อนที่ชีวิตของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง
ก่อนที่วันแห่งความสุขของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง
ก่อนที่ฉันจะได้ยินเสียงระฆังดังเป็นครั้งแรก
เช่นเดียวกับคุณ ฉันอยากรู้อยากเห็น
ไร้เดียงสามาก ฉันถามคำถามนับพันคำถาม
แต่เว้นแต่คุณต้องการทนทุกข์ทรมาน
ฟังนะ แล้วฉันจะสอนคุณ
สิ่งหนึ่งหรือสองสิ่ง
คุณฟังที่นี่ ที่รัก
คุณจะถูกลงโทษอย่างรุนแรงหากคุณทำผิดกฎ
และถ้าคุณร้องไห้ คุณจะยิ่งร้องไห้หนักขึ้น
คุณควรอยู่ห่างจากปัญหา
และจำไว้ว่าต้องระมัดระวังอย่างยิ่ง
ทำไม?
ทำไม?
ทำไม? คุณได้ยินสิ่งที่เราพูดไหม?
รอเรียนพละศึกษาก่อน!
พละศึกษาคืออะไร?
พละศึกษา
ความพิเศษของ Trunchbull
คุณเป็นใคร?
เราเป็นหัวหน้าห้อง เราอยู่ที่นี่เพื่อพาคุณไปเรียน
งั้นเราจะเริ่มเรียนกันใช่ไหม?
โอ้ คุณจะเริ่มเรียนแล้ว โอเค
เยี่ยมเลย! ฉันรู้ตัวอักษรแล้ว!
คุณจะไม่รู้ตัวอักษรจนกว่าเราจะเรียนตัวอักษรให้คุณ
แล้วคุณก็คิดว่าคุณสามารถ
เอาชีวิตรอดจากความยุ่งเหยิงนี้ด้วยการเป็นเจ้าชายหรือเจ้าหญิง
ไม่นานคุณก็จะรู้
ไม่มีทางหนีจากโศกนาฏกรรมได้
และแม้ว่าคุณจะทุ่มเทความพยายามมากเพียงใด
คุณก็กำลังเสียพลังงานไปโดยเปล่าประโยชน์
เพราะชีวิตของคุณที่คุณรู้จักนั้นเป็นประวัติศาสตร์โบราณ
ฉันต้องทนทุกข์ทรมานในคุกแห่งนี้
ฉันถูกขังอยู่ในกรงนี้มาเป็นเวลานาน
นรกบนดินแห่งนี้! แต่ถ้าฉันลอง ฉันก็จำได้
ย้อนกลับไปก่อนที่ชีวิตของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง
ก่อนที่วันแห่งความสุขของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง
ก่อนที่ฉันจะได้ยินเสียงระฆังดังลั่นเป็นครั้งแรก
เช่นเดียวกับคุณ ฉันอยากรู้อยากเห็น
ไร้เดียงสามาก ฉันถามคำถามนับพันคำถาม
แต่เว้นแต่คุณต้องการที่จะทุกข์ทรมาน
ฟังนะ แล้วฉันจะสอนคุณ
สิ่งหนึ่งหรือสองสิ่ง
คุณฟังที่นี่ ที่รัก
คุณจะถูกลงโทษอย่างรุนแรงหากคุณทำผิดกฎ
และหากคุณร้องไห้ คุณจะยิ่งร้องไห้หนักขึ้นเป็นสองเท่า
คุณควรอยู่ห่างจากปัญหา
และจำไว้ว่าต้องระมัดระวังอย่างยิ่ง
ทำไม?
ทำไม?
ทำไม? คุณไม่ได้ยินสิ่งที่เราพูดเหรอ? ฉันเพิ่งรู้ว่าบางคนยังไม่เข้าชั้นเรียน
แก้ไขตรงนี้ คุณมีห้าวินาทีในการปฏิบัติตาม
A, B, C, D, E, F, G (ห้า)
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P (สี่!)
Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X (สาม)
Y, Y, Y, Y, Y, Y, Y (สอง)
ลาเวนเดอร์ มาทิลดา เข้ามา เร็วเข้า!
(หนึ่ง!) รอเรียนพละศึกษาก่อน!
Yayyyy!!!. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁.

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I	V	X	L	C	D	M
5	10	50	100	500	1000

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Individual decimal places
Thousands	Hundreds	Tens	Units
M	C	X	I
MM	CC	XX	II
MMM	CCC	XXX	III
CD	XL	IV
D	L	V
DC	LX	VI
DCC	LXX	VII
DCCC	LXXX	VIII
CM	XC	IX

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⢴⣾⠿⠿⣿⡟⠛⠃⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣼⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣷⣤⣤⠄⠀⠀⠈⠛⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣥⣼⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣈⣽⣿⡿⢿⣷⣦⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣴⡿⠿⣿⣏⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠟⠛⠿⠿⣿⣦⠉⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⣿⣿⣿⣅⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣶⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⠟⠁⣈⣽⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⡿⠿⢿⡟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⡏⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣡⣶⣿⠿⠛⠉⠁⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣏⣉⣉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⣠⣤⣾⣧⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⠿⠛⢻⢿⣿⣷⣄⣠⣿⣿⣭⣿⣯⣿⣿⣄⣠⣴⣾⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣾⣮⣉⣽⣿⣿⣯⣤⣯⣷⣼⣿⠟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⡟⠁⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⠟⠛⠛⠁⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣶⣾⣷⣄⣼⣿⣿⣷⣦⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⢿⢿⣧⣸⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠈⠙⠛⠋⢹⣿⣯⣹⢯⣿⣿⡿⠛⢿⢛⣿⣯⣽⠋⡟⣯⣠⣾⣿⡿⣿⣿⢹⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣞⣧⡴⠿⣿⣿⠢⡞⢿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⣿⣿⣶⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⠉⢿⣧⣼⣿⣾⣶⠿⠿⢻⣿⣉⣧⣾⡿⠋⠀⠀⢀⣿⡟⠛⠛⠛⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⡇⣀⣼⣿⣯⣿⣿⢻⣀⣠⣴⣿⠿⠛⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣺⣿⣶⣿⣶⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⡄⢀⣴⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠛⢿⣿⣍⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⡿⠿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢿⣷⣶⣤⣤⣤⣤⣶⣾⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠙⠛⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠤⠒⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣴⣶⡶⠖⠒⠒⢐⠒⠒⠲⢦⣤⣤⣀⡀⠀⠈⠉⠐⠢⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠔⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠐⠂⠀⠀⢙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣄⣀⠀⠀⠁⠢⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠔⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠴⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣨⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠈⠢⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠔⠉⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠛⠉⠁⠁⠈⠈⠉⠙⠛⠛⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠢⣄⠀⠀⠑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢊⡼⠟⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠓⠤⣀⣀⣀⣀⠆⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠤⠖⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠋⠁⠀⠈⠉⠒⢄⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠱⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣦⡤⠔⠊⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠔⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠑⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠠⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠈⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢀⣿⣇⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣻⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⡀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡽⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⡀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⣼⣿⣻⢷⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡿⣽⣻⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⡄⠀⠀⠀⢥
⠀⠀⠀⢰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢀⣼⣟⡾⣽⣫⢾⡽⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡷⣯⣟⠗⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣄⠀⠀⠸
⠀⠀⢀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⡠⠾⠻⢽⣛⡷⣽⣫⣟⣳⢿⡷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣷⡛⠀⠈⠳⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢦⡀⠀
⠀⢀⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⣠⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⠙⣽⡳⣷⣹⢯⡾⣝⣯⢿⡶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠈⠃⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠢
⢠⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠀⠁⢀⠔⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣳⢯⣟⣮⢷⣻⢽⢮⡷⣻⣟⣦⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠂⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⢀⡴⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣟⣯⣞⢾⡽⣞⡯⣷⣛⣧⣟⣮⢷⣻⢟⡿⣶⢶⡶⣶⢶⡒⠓⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠐⢤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠴
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡠⢴⣾⣿⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢶⣫⣟⢾⣭⢷⢯⡽⣞⣮⠷⣏⡿⢾⡽⣭⢷⣻⣭⠿⣵⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⣿⣇⠉⠙⠒⠒⠒⢐⠒⠒⠊⢹⠀⠀
⢀⣀⣠⠤⠔⠒⠂⠉⠀⠀⢸⡿⣾⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡽⣞⣳⣭⣟⣞⡯⣯⢷⣛⣾⢻⡽⣽⣏⡿⣭⣿⣱⣞⢿⣳⣻⢦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡿⣽⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⡼⠀⠀
⠁⢰⢧⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠨⣿⡽⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⢯⣻⣝⣧⡟⣞⣾⠽⠓⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠚⠫⠷⣯⢿⣹⣟⡷⣶⣶⢾⣟⣷⣻⡷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠁⢀⠞⠀⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠸⡈⢧⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣽⣟⣧⣀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⢿⡽⣯⢷⣞⡧⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠑⠫⢿⣳⣯⣟⣾⣳⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠊⠆⢸⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⡇⠀⠳⡄⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⡾⣽⣻⣟⡿⣟⡿⣯⣟⣯⡿⠞⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡘⠀⠀⠐⠀⣀⠞⠁⠀⢀⠇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢳⡀⢁⠈⠣⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⡿⢷⣻⣾⡽⠯⠟⠓⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠒⠂⠒⠒⠂⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠁⠀⢀⡤⢚⠁⠀⢀⢈⡎⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠋⡐⢄⡳⠊⠁⠐⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⡟⠉⠓⢧⣜⣬⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡾⣽⢾⣭⢿⡽⣯⣟⣽⣟⣾⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡔⡡⠘⡴⠋⢀⢠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⣾⣧⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⣿⣿⡾⢷⣿⣽⣯⣟⡾⣯⣟⣷⢿⣻⢾⣽⣿⢯⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⢁⢒⡝⠁⠔⠁⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⡄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡳⣾⢿⣽⣻⣿⣿⣹⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⡼⢁⢎⡞⢀⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿⠆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢻⣿⠇⣼⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣳⢿⣻⣞⣿⣯⣷⢿⣿⣽⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡞⢡⢊⡞⠀⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡛⣿⣇⠘⠛⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠉⢠⣿⡟⣸⣿⣿⣿⡷⣯⣟⣷⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⡼⢨⢅⡞⠀⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣞⡿⢯⣻⣝⣯⡽⠯⠿⡝⡟⣯⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣙⣿⡷⠤⠚⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠋⠛⠉⡩⡍⠘⠛⠛⠋⠁⢻⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⠁⠎⠀⡐⠀⢀⣠⣴⢿⣽⣳⣯⠾⢟⡛⣍⣩⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⠙⠛⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⣀⢤⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣠⡞⠱⠀⠀⠚⠒⢂⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⠇⢳⣤⣾⣟⣯⢿⡽⠞⣩⣶⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢶⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢛⠋⠂⠀⣀⣠⣴⣾⡿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣞⣽⣾⡟⠋⣩⡯⣪⡽⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣦⣤⣄⣆⣩⣑⢒⡠⣀⡡⣄⣮⣼⣿⣻⢻⣿⡽⣿⣻⢯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠈⠉⣿⣿⣿⣻⣽⣶⣿⡿⣿⣿⣻⠟⠈⠳⣏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⡞⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣸⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣟⣋⣉⣉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡿⢦⣙⠉⢸⣿⣿⢿⡷⣛⣥⣤⣤⣴⣿⣽⣯⣿⣟⣛⣛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣛⣛⢿⡉⣱⡿⠟⠋⠉⠙⠻⢷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢸⠷⣴⣿⣶⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⠋⠐⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⠙⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⠯⣞⣩⡷⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠛⢦⣼⡟⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⡀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡹⣿⠟⡼⢩⠟⠢⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣻⣿⣿⣿⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⢶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠠⠇⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣜⢫⣴⣨⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡆⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣷⡤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢳⣬⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢿⢿⣯⣹⣿⡀⢀⡄⡀⡱⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡗⣨⠱⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⣧⡐⣆⣀⣤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⢿⣇⣝⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣳⣯⣖⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠻⣿⡿⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⣰⣲⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢛⠼⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢠⣿⢿⣿⣿⡿⣥⢻⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⠹⣿⡄⠀⠀⠈⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⠁⢀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢲⠁⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⣸⡇⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢋⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠣⠙⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠟⡻⣿⣷⣦⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠉⠹⣧⠀⠱⡀⠔⡙⢻⠿⠿⠿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠹⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⣷⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣆⡢⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⡙⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⢂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠓⠋⠹⠿⠿⣿⣭⣽⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⣴⣷⡠⠣⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⠀⠀⢠⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣧⠀⠐⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢃⠹⣿⡄⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠛⠒⠲⠤⢤⣘⣿⣿⠖⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠶⢦⢼⡛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢇⠀⠀⠀⠑⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢃⠹⣿⡄⠀⠀⠈⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⡀⠀⠀⢡⠙⣿⡄⠀⣀⣤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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THE LIFE OF UNITY v
(Autistic author)

Sponge Bob wraps around 
Plankton's quivering body, 
his eyes filled with compassion. 
"It's ok, buddy," he says soothingly. 
"Kevin didn't know. He's just not 
used to... well, you know."

But Plankton's antennae quiver 
with a mix of anger and sadness. 
"Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye 
brimming with unshed tears. 
"Kevin hurt Plankton."

Sponge Bob nods, wrapping around 
Plankton in a gentle embrace. "I know
buddy," he says soothingly. "But Kevin's 
just a sea cucumber. He didn't understand."

Plankton's antennae quiver with sadness, his 
monotone voice barely audible. "But jellyfish," 
he murmurs, his one eye slowly closing. 
"Jellyfish never hurt Plankton."

Sponge Bob nods, stroking 
Plankton's antennae gently.

"It's ok," he whispers, his 
voice filled with warmth. 
"You're safe now."

Sponge Bob's stroke Plankton's 
antennae, his touch as 
soft as a feather brushing. 
Plankton's quivering slows, a 
distant echo of the pain that once 
consumed him. His 
eye closes, his body relaxes, and 
the tension dissipates.
As Plankton's breathing evens out 
and his antennae stop 
quivering, Sponge Bob realizes 
that his friend has finally 
relaxed enough to fall asleep.

The yellow sponge looks down at 
the tiny plankton in his arms.

Sponge Bob's gaze is soft as he 
takes in Plankton's peaceful sleeping form. 
Plankton's antennae, no longer 
quivering with anger, lie still 
against his head. His one eye is now 
closed, his mouth slightly 
agape in the unguarded ease of slumber. 

He looks around the jellyfish fields, the 
serene scene a stark contrast to the 
emotional storm that has just passed. 
The jellyfish float around them, oblivious 
to the drama, their tentacles trailing lazily 
in the water.

Sponge Bob sighs, his tightening around 
Plankton's small form. He knows that this 
incident with Kevin won't be the last time 
his friend faces misunderstanding or cruelty. 
Plankton's new reality is tough
but he's determined to help him navigate it.

Gently, he cradles Plankton and starts the 
journey back to the Chum Bucket, the place 
where Plankton's heart lies despite his recent 
troubles. The walk is quiet, the only sounds 
the distant hum of the jellyfish and the 
occasional splish-splash of the water. Sponge 
Bob's thoughts are with his friend, wondering 
how he can help him feel less alone in the vast 
sea of confusion and pain.

As they enter the Chum bucket, Karen's 
electronic eyes light up with curiosity. 
She notices Plankton's asleep and 
Sponge Bob's solemn expression. 
"What happened?" she asks, her 
digital voice filled with concern.

Sponge Bob sighs, still 
gently supporting Plankton. 
"A jellyfishing champion 
named Kevin was making fun 
of Plankton," he explains, his 
voice tinged with sadness. 
"It upset him because of his condition."

Karen's robotic arms cross over her 
chest, her digital eyes widening. "His 
neurodisability?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

Sponge Bob nods, still wrapped around 
the sleeping Plankton. "Yes," he says, his 
voice gentle. "Kevin didn't know. He said 
some things that really hurt Plankton's feelings."

Karen's digital brow furrows, her LED lights 
dimming slightly. "That's unfortunate," she 
murmurs, her circuits processing the situation. 
"Tell me what he said."

Sponge Bob recounts the conversation around 
Plankton protectively as he speaks. "Kevin called 
Plankton 'stupid' and said jellyfish were dumb," he 
says, his voice heavy with emotion. "It really got to him."

Karen's LED lights flicker with understanding. "I see," 
she murmurs, her robotic voice soothing. "It's not 
uncommon for those who are unaware of 
neurodiversity to make hurtful comments."

Sponge Bob nods. "Yeah," he says, his voice thick with 
emotion. "But it really hit Plankton hard. He's already 
feeling so lost with his new diagnosis."

Karen's LED lights dim slightly, her digital expression 
reflecting empathy. "It must have been quite the ordeal," 
she says, her voice a soothing hum. "I can see how that 
would be difficult for him."

Sponge Bob nods, his tentacles still wrapped around Plankton. "
He's not the same," he whispers. "But I think he's trying."

Karen's digital eyes narrow, her circuits whirring 
as she processes the information. "Tell me 
everything," she says, her voice a gentle purr 
of concern. "I want to understand what happened 
to my Plankton."

Sponge Bob takes a deep breath. "Kevin was 
making fun of Plankton," he starts, his voice 
filled with anger at the thought of his friend's 
pain. "He didn't know about the accident."

Karen's eyes widen, her digital pupils dilating with 
concern as Plankton himself starts to stir, his 
antennae quivering in his sleep as if in response 
to the conversation.

"It's okay, Plankton," Sponge Bob murmurs stroking 
his friend's antennae gently. "You're safe."

Plankton stirs in his sleep, his antennae quivering 
slightly as he groans. Karen's eyes soften, her 
robotic arms reaching out tentatively. "Let me take him," 
she says, her voice a gentle hum. "I'll make sure he's comfortable."

Sponge Bob nods, unfurling as he gently transfers 
Plankton to Karen's outstretched arms. She holds 
him with surprising tenderness, cradling him against 
her cold, metallic body. "Thank you," she murmurs, her 
digital eyes never leaving Plankton's face.

As she carries him to his bed, Sponge Bob follows, his 
thoughts racing with the weight of the situation. He 
can't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness at Kevin's 
callous words and Plankton's pain.

"I'm sorry, Plankton," he whispers, brushing the plankton's antennae.

Plankton's one eye opens slowly, his antennae 
still quivering from the echoes of the painful 
conversation. "Karen?" he murmurs, his 
monotone voice thick with sleep.

Karen's LED lights blink in response, her robotic 
arms adjusting his pillow with gentle precision. 
"You're safe," she assures him, her digital eyes 
softening. "You're home."

Plankton's antennae quiver with confusion. "Home?" 
he murmurs, his one eye opening wider as he takes 
in the surroundings. "Where's jellyfish?"

Karen's LED lights flicker gently. "You're in the 
Chum Bucket, Plankton," she says, her robotic 
voice a soothing purr. "You're safe." Karen hands 
him his box of organized jellyfish figurines.

Plankton takes the box, his one eye blinking rapidly 
as he looks around the room. The familiarity of his 
bed and his beloved jellyfish figurines brings a 
small measure of comfort, but the memory of Kevin's 
cruel words still stings. 

Sponge Bob sits by Plankton in the bed, looking at the 
different mini figures of jellyfish Plankton assorted.

"Jellyfish," Plankton murmurs, his antennae still 
quivering slightly. He takes one out, a small 
translucent figurine with a smiling face. "This one's 
Aurelia aurita," he says, his monotone voice slipping 
into the rhythm of technical jargon. "It's a moon jellyfish. 
They have a lifespan of approximately one year."

Sponge Bob nods, reaching out to touch the delicate model. 
"They're beautiful," he says, his voice filled with wonder. 

Plankton's antennae quiver slightly with pride, shifting to a 
gentle lecture tone. "Yes," he murmurs, holding up another. 
"This one is a Cyanea capillata, also known as the lion's mane jellyfish. 
It can grow up to 2.5 meters wide with tentacles over 30 meters long. 
Quite the predator."

Sponge Bob's eyes widen with amazement. "Wow," he says, his voice 
filled with awe. "They're so different from each other."

Plankton nods, his antennae quivering slightly. 

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣾⡇⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠐⠠⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⢿⣟⡿⣟⣿⢿⣷⣿⣞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠠⡀⠀⢠⠁⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⡽⣾⣏⣿⣻⣯⡿⣟⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⣦⣶⣄⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣾⣿⣿⣽⣿⣽⣿⡾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣀⠀⣽⣿⣷⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣻⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀
⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢯⣿⣽⣳⢿⢿⣻⣽⣻⣞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣫⢿⣯⠿⣿⣷⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀
⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣻⣟⣿⢿⣽⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⢷⣞⣯⢷⣏⣿⡼⣿⣹⢾⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣻⣾⣿⣿⡿⣻⡽⣷⣿⡿⣿⣻⡽⣷⣯⣿⢻⣿⢿⣻⢯⣿⣟⢿⣾⡼⣳⡽⣻⡽⣾⢯⣟⡷⣯⣾⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣾⣿⣿⣿⡽⣞⣿⣿⡷⢯⣛⣮⣟⣾⣿⣽⢿⣫⣿⣞⣯⣯⢷⣻⣿⡶⣏⡿⢺⢧⣛⡯⣏⣿⡽⣟⣽⣻⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢧⣻⣿⢟⣣⢾⡟⣶⣯⢻⡳⣿⣻⣽⣟⣞⢧⣛⢿⡼⣹⢯⣛⢮⣗⢯⡻⣝⣞⣞⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣧⣯⣿⣿⣚⣷⢯⣽⣛⣧⣏⡷⣻⣿⣽⣯⢻⣎⡯⣗⣯⠷⣎⢯⣳⡺⣭⢳⣍⡳⣭⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⣷⢧⡿⣭⣿⡽⣾⣝⣾⣿⠮⡵⣷⢪⢷⣣⢿⣳⠯⣻⣜⢻⣝⠼⣏⣿⠲⣇⢷⣋⢷⢪⡳⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡟⣼⢯⣟⡻⣝⢾⡾⣺⡝⡶⣹⢏⠾⣓⣎⠿⠀⠈⢎⣳⣏⡞⣗⢺⣏⡞⣭⢿⡜⡷⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣟⡿⣲⢏⡻⡜⣯⡹⣜⠷⣩⣏⡟⡽⣎⠇⠀⠀⠀⠙⠷⣚⢼⡣⣿⠞⠵⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⡟⣾⠳⡝⣼⢳⡏⢿⡓⢾⡵⣩⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠵⣽⣼⡧⢻⢣⡟⠧⠾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣴⠟⠁⠀⠉⢳⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡤⢦⣄⣤⣾⠿⠟⠛⣻⠧⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡿⣟⠿⠿⣷⣦⣀⣀⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠟⠃⠀⠀⢸⣿⠧⠼⠻⠛⢃⠘⠜⡿⣤⣤⡼⠟⠀⡘⠧⠤⣤⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠛⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡏⠀⠀⣠⣴⠟⡁⠐⠠⠁⠌⠠⠈⠄⡑⠐⠠⠐⡈⠐⠠⠐⠠⢀⠈⠻⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣨⢷⣤⣴⠿⠃⠠⢀⠃⠄⠡⠈⠄⢃⠐⠠⢁⠂⠡⢀⠁⢂⠁⠒⠠⠈⠄⡘⡿⣦⡀⢀⡾⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡶⠟⠀⠂⠌⡐⠠⠈⠄⠡⢈⠐⠠⢈⠐⠠⢈⠐⠠⠈⠄⡈⠄⠡⢈⠐⠠⠘⢈⠛⠿⣶⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣰⠟⠠⢀⠡⢈⠐⡀⠡⠈⢄⡁⠂⡈⠐⠠⢈⠐⠠⠈⠄⡁⢂⠐⡈⠐⠠⠈⠄⡁⠂⠄⠂⠐⢹⣆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⡟⢂⠁⠄⠂⠄⢂⠐⢠⣡⣾⣧⠐⢠⣷⠶⠖⠞⠶⠳⢶⣶⡆⢠⣿⣞⡠⢁⠂⠄⡁⠂⠁⠌⠈⢿⡆⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣾⠁⠸⢧⣔⣈⠐⡠⢈⣶⡟⠻⠛⢛⡛⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⠻⢛⠉⠿⢷⡆⡈⠐⠠⢈⣄⣿⠄⠘⣷⠀⠀
⠀⢠⡟⠀⢂⠙⠿⠿⠛⠛⢰⣟⣙⠁⠀⢿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠀⠀⣉⣿⠙⠶⠶⣿⠿⠃⢀⠂⣹⡇⠀
⠀⣸⠷⣷⣤⣀⣂⠠⢐⣠⣾⡏⣠⣴⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠈⣽⣇⠠⠐⡀⠄⢂⣀⣦⣿⣇⠀
⢠⡿⠒⠦⣀⡉⠉⢛⠛⢋⣉⣿⠋⢀⣼⣷⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠛⠛⠷⠶⠛⠛⠋⢉⣉⣽⠀
⠈⣷⠶⠶⠶⠾⣤⣜⣻⣏⣤⣿⠀⣩⣿⠈⡜⣿⠞⠛⢻⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢼⣏⡓⠒⡶⠆⠀⠐⢋⣁⣤⢿⡀
⢸⠋⣀⣤⡤⠶⠶⠶⠿⠶⢤⣿⠛⠋⠙⠻⣾⠋⠆⠀⣰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⣉⣽⣿⣿⣿⣭⣉⡁⠀⠈⢻
⢸⡟⡟⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⢲⡟⣧⡄⢠⣤⣿⡄⠀⣴⣿⣤⣤⣶⠒⣦⡄⠀⠀⣼⣿⣯⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣭⣿⣷⣤⣾
⠈⠳⠶⠦⠤⢤⠤⠤⠶⠶⠚⠃⠈⠉⠉⠁⠈⠙⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠉⠁⠻⠦⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⠴⠟

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new jj a since roman alphabet b latin alphabet alphabet v phoenician alphabet transliteration

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
✨✨✨✨✨✨ “⍴ᥙr⍴ᥣᥱ іs 𝗍һᥱ ᥣᥲs𝗍 ᥴ᥆ᥣ᥆r ᥆𝖿 𝗍һᥱ rᥲіᥒᑲ᥆ᥕ ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ “ᥕһіᥴһ mᥱᥲᥒs і ᥕіᥣᥣ 𝗍rᥙs𝗍 ᥲᥒძ ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ 𝖿᥆r ᥲ ᥣ᥆ᥒg 𝗍іmᥱ”✨✨
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ - kіm 𝗍ᥲᥱһᥡᥙᥒg ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

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new roman alphabet latin alphabet alphabetic f h v n b z l a k e o d j p

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢫⡳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠚⣱⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣄⠑⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⡏⢉⣻⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢆⠀⢈⢣⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣷⢣⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⡜⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠓⢦⡶⢷⡄⠀⠈⢿⣿⡇⢀⣠⣼⣄⣷⣄⣄⢸⣽⡇⠀⠀⢀⠞⢛⠶⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢆⡚⣦⡀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠩⠽⠻⢟⣼⣿⣿⣄⡴⠛⡺⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢤⣽⣿⡿⢿⣻⡙⠲⠶⠶⠶⠋⡟⣿⣿⣿⣶⣞⣁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣴⠖⠚⠻⣿⣿⣿⣦⡳⢽⣶⣤⢦⣴⡯⢿⡿⣱⡿⢛⣽⢟⣿⣷⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣦⡀⢀⠀⣠⣴⣿⢡⣿⠁⣸⡏⣼⣿⠏⠀⠈⢻⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣽⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢸⡇⠀⣿⢡⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣷⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⡇⢸⡇⠀⣿⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣷⣄⣴⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣽⣿⡇⢸⡇⢀⣿⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣈⡥⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⠿⣶⣦⣤⣤⡤⢼⣿⠻⣭⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠶⢺⡖⠲⢿⡇⢸⡇⢸⣿⢸⣿⣷⣶⡶⠿⠿⠛⠋⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⡾⣀⠀⠀⠈⢉⣽⡟⢻⣿⣿⣿⡿⢥⣤⣤⡶⢿⣷⣤⣼⡇⢸⡇⠸⣿⢸⡟⣿⣆⡀⠀⢀⣄⡤⠿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣯⠟⠁⠈⠻⢷⣾⡟⠁⠀⠸⣿⣿⡏⢳⣤⡄⠀⣠⣼⣥⣀⣸⡇⢸⡇⠀⣿⢸⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠈⣧⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⡟⢠⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡁⢿⣄⠻⣟⠺⠷⠶⡶⠾⢿⣷⢸⡇⢘⣿⢸⡇⣿⣿⣿⣗⠘⢇⠀⠀⠀⢨⡆⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⢰⡟⢻⣿⢿⣶⣾⣿⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⡟⣼⡇⢸⣿⢸⣧⣿⣿⣿⠘⣦⡈⠃⠀⠀⠐⢿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡽⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡾⣷⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣴⣿⣧⣾⣿⣼⡇⣿⠇⣾⡟⣼⢻⣿⣿⣿⡇⠘⢆⡄⠀⠀⠈⢸⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣰⣧⣤⣤⣤⣤⣞⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⠁⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⢹⡍⠉⠉⢉⡿⢸⣿⢀⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠈⢧⠀⠀⠀⠸⡄⠀
⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢾⠇⠀⢀⣾⠃⣿⠇⣸⣿⢹⡟⣾⢿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠘⣾⣦⣤⣤⣷⡀
⢰⣫⠟⠉⠀⠀⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣡⠞⡆⣠⣾⢃⣼⠏⣰⣿⢯⣿⣳⠇⠸⣿⡿⣿⡀⠀⢰⠟⠁⠐⠀⠹⣇
⢸⢋⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠚⣁⣴⡿⠛⣡⣿⠋⣰⣿⢯⣾⣧⠏⠀⠀⣿⣧⢿⡇⠀⣗⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻
⠀⠻⣸⣸⢂⣴⣿⣹⡿⣿⣇⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⡿⠟⢉⣤⣾⠟⢁⣴⡿⣣⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢸⡇⠀⣏⡟⣰⣣⣧⣿⠞
⠀⠀⠈⢻⡾⣾⠿⠟⠀⠿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⢿⣶⣤⣤⣤⣤⣴⡾⠟⠋⣁⣴⣿⣿⣾⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢹⣼⡇⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⣿⣦⡀⢀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣽⢿⣷⣮⣉⣉⣉⣉⣠⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣼⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣷⣯⣝⣛⣛⣛⣛⣭⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⠻⣅⠈⠑⠢⢄⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⡿⣿⣿⡧⡀⠀⠈⢻⠎⡉⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⢋⣭⣿⣿⣿⢧⡈⠓⢤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⡇⠙⢦⠀⠀⠳⣄⣀⣤⣤⡤⢖⣚⣩⣾⡟⠉⢻⣦⣍⣓⠦⠤⠤⡤⠴⣺⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠱⣄⠀⠘⢶⡒⢲⡟⠋⠉⣹⠏⠀⠀⠀⢿⡄⠉⠙⠛⣟⠛⠉⠉⣿⡇⢻⡟⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢹⣻⡀⠀⠳⣍⠀⠀⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⡄⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⢸⣧⢿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⣼⠇⠙⢦⡀⠈⠲⣀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡞⣿⣼⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⠿⠟⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠙⢦⡀⠈⠻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣧⢹⣧⢻⣯⢻⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣲⣄⣀⠙⠒⠢⠤⡀⢸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡎⣿⣎⢿⣧⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⡿⠁⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠹⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠿⣿⣷⣾⣿⠮⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡆⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣤⣤⣴⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⣤⣤⣼⢿⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠾⣿⣿⣿⣄⡞⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠇⠦⢀⣴⣿⣿⡟⠓⢶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣛⠉⣼⡁⠀⣻⣿⣶⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣷⣶⣿⣿⣅⣠⣿⡦⣽⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣟⣯⣿⡿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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new v aesthetic

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣤⣄⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⢿⢝⣳⣽⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⣤⣴⣶⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣾⣤⡆⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣶⣤⣴⣶⣖⣲⣤⣤⠤⣤⣼⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣴⣦⣤⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣟⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣬⣁⠦⣝⢻⣿⣕⡀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡴⢿⣯⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣙⣌⠙⢿⣳⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⢟⡂⡿⢏⣷⡄⡄⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣫⣿⢿⣙⡍⢁⠓⡀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣎⣤⣤⢈⠢⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣎⣖⠘⡞⠥⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⡿⠛⢿⠿⢿⠉⢍⠛⠘⣿⠏⡾⠋⠟⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣖⠷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⢸⠀⢰⠃⠀⡐⠑⠀⠋⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⢱⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣟⠁⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⣾⣾⢖⠄⡄⣄⣐⠃⠀⢠⣾⡿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠄⠀⠀⠀
⠿⠂⠠⠀⢀⠀⠀⠈⠅⣁⣠⠚⠀⠀⠍⠂⠉⠀⠀⡟⠩⡰⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣽⣿⣿⣻⣷⠄⠀⠀
⡦⠤⠐⠢⢛⣴⣡⣶⡿⠿⠟⠚⠂⠥⢧⠀⠀⣀⣀⡈⠀⠓⡀⣾⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣹⣷⣟⡇⠀⠀
⢣⢀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣇⣀⡠⠔⠒⢐⠀⡆⠀⣤⣿⡮⢟⣦⠀⠁⡼⢂⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⢿⣿⣯⠙⠀⠀
⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⢀⠔⠠⠀⠀⠠⠙⠻⠯⣿⠾⠃⠀⢼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣿⣯⡆⠂⠀
⢰⠞⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣮⣅⡠⠒⠀⡏⣀⡅⠂⠉⠝⠠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣵⣀⠀
⢠⡧⢌⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣅⠀⠐⠨⣏⠀⠀⠄⡍⠃⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⡷⣆⠀
⠀⣼⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⣀⣤⠷⡴⠄⠀⠐⡀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣟⣽⠀
⠀⢀⡋⣙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠈⠀⢨⣿⣿⣦⡌⢁⡀⠀⣥⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠛⠦
⠀⠠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⠄⠀⢀⢤⠝⣿⣷⡿⠊⠡⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢯⠆⠀⠀
⢀⣀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠛⢸⠀⠀⠣⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡯⡀⠀⠀
⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⠀⠀⠉⢉⢰⣅⢀⣠⠀⠀⠀⠀⡃⣠⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣋⣷⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠟⠀⠀⠀
⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡛⠓⠀⣠⣠⡀⠠⠱⢿⠇⠁⠀⠛⡀⠚⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣝⢯⣾⣟⣧⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠚⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⢀⠀⢰⡟⣷⣇⡸⢐⣀⡠⠀⠄⠀⣷⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⣾⢿⢫⣿⡾⣛⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢕⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢠⠶⢫⠀⠲⡿⢾⣧⢇⠀⠸⢥⡄⡆⢐⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠋⠀⠀⢀⠨⢋⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⢿⣿⣿⣻⡟⠊⠋⠓⠵⠁⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢏⡛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢿⣿⣿⣿⠂⡇⡀⠠⢬⣁⣀⠤⠈⠜⢰⠀⡈⢉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⡿⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠘⠉⠋⠻⢽⢿⣫⣤⣄⡾⢿⡻⢇⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⢻⣿⣿⡿⠀⠉⣿⠻⠟⡟⠣⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠉⣿⣿⣿⣇⠘⡀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡨⣕⡈⠸⠀⠋⠉⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⡙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠑⠀⠎⡜⠣⠉⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⡖⣖⠞⢃⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡄⠁⠐⠠⢄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠂⠁⠐⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡁⠈⠁⠂⠈⡄⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⡉⢨⣝⣻⣿⣿⡄⡄⡄⠀⠀⢀⠈⠑⠚⠀⠀⠁⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠄⠀⠀⠀⠱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢾⣿⣮⡿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠜⠀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⣄⢀⡼⢖⠮⡽⡿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠘⠿⣦⠙⢻⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⢀⠄⣸⡀⣠⣿⡜⡰⢩⠒⠀⠀⠙⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⣶⠃⠈⠹⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠉⠀⠁⠀⠿⣒⢍⠂⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠥⢤⣀⡹⢿⣿⣿⡟⠢⡀⠀⢀⠀⠁⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⠀⠀⣠⣴⠾⠟⠒⠀⡀⢀⠔⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⡵⣾⣿⣿⡇⠀⠡⢀⠸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠒⠶⠟⠛⠐⠀⠖⢲⠑⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⠸⢿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠈⣋⣻⣷⣶⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⢈⠆⠎⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣹⠉⠉⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢃⢳⣄⡸⣿⡆⠀⠀⠘⠉⡄⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢀⣄⣦⡝⣧⡙⢦⣞⣳⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢐⣀⠰⣿⡶⣽⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣽⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣿⣎⡀⢀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡍⠔⣹⠀⡎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠓⠧⢻⣶⣯⣶⣇⣿⣾⡛⠉⠀⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠆⠉⢀⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⡑⡛⣏⣟⡳⠞⠋⠀⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢁⠆⢨⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠐⢠⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⢌⠱⡠⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡆⠀⢀⠠⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⠀⠠⠀⣿⣿⡆⠀⠈⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣷⡀⠙⣿⣧⠀⠘⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀
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⠀⠟⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠻⠀
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⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀
⢸⣿⣿⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⣿⣿⡏⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⣿⣿⠁⠉⣿⣿⡇
⢸⣿⣿⡀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢺⣿⣿⣄⠀⠉⠉⠁
⢸⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀
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⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣷⠀⠈⣿⣿⡇
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⠘⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠿⠿⠿⠟⠋⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new BTS kpop BTS logo 7 ARMY bangtan bts new rm jin suga jhope jungkook taehyung v jimin army updated BTS logo with BTS underneath made by Ari dot art text art ascii art

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new letter v football

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new latin alphabet universal gas constant gamma v ae alphanumeric r

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new letter v o x | =

⢀ ⢤⣄⣀⠄                            
                   ⢀⣀⣠⢤⠦⠢⠼⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣞⡏⠛⠒⠲⢴⣤⣄⡀⡀                   
                ⣠⣤⣞⢋⠁⠠⠨⢗⡡ ⠚⡏⢘⣿⠋   ⣗⣦⡀ ⢈⠉⠺⢯⣓⠤⣄⡀               
            ⢀⣤⣾⡏⢻⠋ ⢀⡖ ⠔⣩⡤ ⢹⢃⣾⣇⣀⣀⣀⣂⣷⣿⣯⣿⣷⣷⣿⣆⠨⠙⢦⣍⠳⣤⡀            
          ⣠⣶⣿⣷⢍⣡⣧⣤ ⠂⢽⡣ ⢡⣧⠷⠚⢫⣿⣿⣯⣿⣽⣿⢿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠠ ⠈⠛⠲⣭⣳⣄          
        ⣠⠾⠧⣀ ⠒⠾⡿⡟⠉⢡⠆⡘⡧⠈⠈⢐⣀ ⢑⢿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿ ⡇    ⠉⠛⣷⣤        
      ⣠⡞⠃ ⠁⠺⢿⢿⡇⡼ ⢀⢻⡞⡀⢡⣤⠔⠺⡷⠉ ⠁⡻⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⣸⣇ ⣀⣤    ⠉⢳⣄      
     ⣴⠏⢀⣆⣀⡰⡀⠈⢀⢀⣷⡆⢨⡎⢸⡱⠉⠅ ⢀⣸⣤⠄⠠⣷⣦⣀⣄⣼⣯⡗⠊⢥⠩⢍⣥⣀⣴⣿⡏⠁⠸⢿⣧     ⠙⣦     
    ⣼⣃⢠⢛⠛⠻⢇⠼⣄⣄⣼⣿⣧⣼⠧⡘⠇⣀⣼ ⢛⣻⣧⣼⠿⠻⢿⡿⠿⢿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣘⠿⣼⣿⣿⡇  ⢀⡇     ⣀⣼⣧    
   ⣴⠻⠻⠻⣦⠉⠛⣿⣷⣤⣤⣈⣿⣿⣿⡀⢄⢜⣡⣛⣭⣫⣤⣄⣀⠈⠁⡀⣁⡀ ⣀⣨⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣠⡠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣴⠾⢷⠛⣉⢷   
  ⡼⠃   ⠉⠋⢂⣾⡦⡀⠈⠉⠻⢿⣿⣯⢮⠞⠁⠿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟  ⠈⠉⢠⣣⣶⣟⣥⡚⠧⠄ ⠈⣧  
 ⢰⡏      ⠑⠈⠻⣦⡉⠒⢶⣬⣿⡿⠾⢀ ⠁⡉⢅⡒⢲⡰⡍⠽ ⠘⣿⡿⣭⡛⣭⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿  ⢀⣴⢿⣫⣾⣿⡩⠙⠛⣯⣭⡀⠸⡇ 
⢀⡿⢠⣦⡀       ⠈⠻⠠⢀⣱⡉⠃⢀⣀⣎⡊⢠⣀⣙⠓⣟⠉⠛⡗ ⠛⠲⣶⣈⡉⢹⣀⣑⣽⣿⣿⡿⣶⣾⢟⣿⣿⠛⣯⠉⠉⢉⣹⡿⠿⡷⠾⣿⡀
⢨⠃⠁⠉⡭⢦⡀⠈⠴⠒⡉ ⠦  ⠋⢿⣷⠤⡂⠒⢤⣈⡛⣏⠙⢦⠨⠧⣌⡈⠙⠷⢶⠖⢿⣿⣿⠿⠿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣵⡿⠯⠤⢜⣿⣷⡾⠛⠉    ⠈⡇
⢘   ⠐⠉⡒⠄⣄ ⡐⢀⠐⠠ ⢀⢀⠙⢷⣤⠯⡆⢘⠆⠨⢇⡉⠰⢄⣈⡋⢨⣏⡘⣿⣮⣿⡽⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⢏⣹⣆ ⣀⣴⡾⠟⠉        ⣳
⠎     ⠈⠢⢾⠒⢃⠝⠘⡢⡄⠰ ⠡ ⢹⢆⢇⣊⠐⠧⢈⡉⢲⡂⢺⣄⢈⡿⢿⣧⡾⣍⡿⡟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋          ⠠⣽
⡃       ⢈⢶⡰⠇⠱⠊⠉⠢⠈⠐  ⢨⢷⠬⡑⢲⠘⢧⡈⣿⠠⠛⠺⣦⣤⢦⣔⣷⣫⣼⣿⣿⢟⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄         ⠂⢢ ⣀⠼
⠱        ⠈⢅⡠⣤⢖⣆⣠⡦ ⢠ ⣦⢏⡗⡗⡌⣇⠼⢥⡍⠙⠷⢦⠖⡠⣾⣿⣶⣿⣿⡿⣥⡞⣻⣿⠋⢹⡹⣿⣶⡄⢀  ⢄ ⠰⠂⣌⡻⣴⢫
⢸         ⣈⠿⣹⢾⣿⣿⣾⠍⢆⠑⣿⣼⢳⣣⡑⡌⠻⣄⡙⠲⢂⣨⣪⣾⣿⡟⣯⣿⠟⣵⡟⢰⣙⡄ ⢸⣧⠘⣺⣷⣦⢶⣲⣶⣤⣄⡀⠉⢗⢫⣿
⠸⡄     ⢀⠠⢐⣈⠲⣱⡿⣽⠏  ⠈⠃⠈⠻⣇⠙⢷⡭⠑ ⠨⡠⠑⡥⣟⢿⣃⣛⣼⡿⢻⠟⢠⣿⠎ ⢀⢠⣿⡄⢸⣿⡿⡿⢷⣿⣿⢯⡿⡌⠂⣹⠆
⠈⣧   ⡄⠒⣌⡲⣵⢮⠛⠛⣟⣫⠁⠲⡖⣬⣂⡒⠤⠌⠑⢤⣉⢫⣦⣀⡀ ⣐⣈⡮⣱⡼⣳⣁⣦⣾⡿⣷⣶⠟⣥⣾⡿⢡⣾⣿⣹⡗⣢⢽⣿⣯⢶⡉⢄⣞⠃
 ⢘⣖⡈⡒⣬⣻⡼⠿⠃ ⠳⣀⠈⠻⣧⡘⠲⣆⣈⡛⡷⠈⣷⡄⢨⡟⣛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣽⣾⠿⣛⡝⣾⣿⡜⣯⣿⡟⣡⣾⣿⣿⣻⡜⣧⠿⣿⣿⣎⢳⣮⠏ 
  ⠻⣴⣽⣾⡛ ⣀⣀  ⠉⢂⢀⡈⢻⣧⣅⠛⠻⣷⡆⠙⠃⢁⠬⠙⠅⠐⠚⡎⣗⡿⣿⡳⣌⣹⢶⣹⬛⣽⡿⣿⡿⣼⣿⣿⣿⢯⣷⣻⡽⣫⣿⣿⢯⢷⣷  
   ⠺⣿⡍⣉⠹⢶⣾⣭⣝⡲⡥⢯⣿⣿⣏⢹⣿⣭⡿⣍⣿⣭⣴⢺⢳⡀ ⢠⡿⣸⢻⣹⣵⣟⣯⣿⣿⠿⣯⣿⣟⣿⣿⠟⣝⢊⠟⡜⢣⠝⣳⠙⢮⢏⡧⢰  
    ⠚⣿⣶⢫⣿⡟⣮⣽⢹⣿⣷⣾⣿⣯⣯⣿⣽⣿⣿⢻⣿⢳⣿⣮⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⢺⣽⢻⣽⣿⡍⠈ ⠈ ⠈⠁ ⢢⠉⢢⢳⡄⠘  
    ⢀⠪⠜⢏⠚⠝⠻⣆⢏⡹⡫⣽⢿⣿⠻⡟⣿⣰⡝⢢⢻⡮⠛⢲⢫⣟⢿⣿⣿⢟⡿⢿⣭⡺⢿⣽⣟⠛⠋⠲⣿⢣        ⠠⠑⢿⠦⢥  
     ⠁⠑⠂     ⠁⠒⠉⠿⠧⠓⠁ ⠏⠰⠛⠛⠑⠂⠚⠏⠙⠺⠒⠙⠃⠃⠞⠚⠓⠴⠛⠛  ⠞⠛⠳⠆       ⠈  ⠰⠾  
                   ⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⢻⡿⣿⠻⢝⠫⢻⢫⢿⡯⣟⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆         ⢀         
           ⠂⢀      ⠘⠻⠿⠿⠿⠾⠾⠿⠯⠯⠾⠧⠿⠧⠿⠷⠿⠽⠿⠿⠿⠟⠃      ⡀⡀           
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                ⠐ ⠂  ⠂   ⠄    ⠐⢄⡐⠒⠂⠂⢂⢠⠂⠙⣀⠡⠂ ⠂                
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢰⣶⣷⡀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣶⣾⣿⡿⢻⣿⣸⣿⣿⣦⣻⣿⣆⠉⠻⣷⣄⠀⠙⠛⢿⣾⣿⢿⣦⡙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠋⠉⣠⣾⠟⠀⢀⣿⡇⢿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠈⠻⢷⣤⡀⠀⠘⠟⠈⢻⣷⡘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⠉⢸⣿⣿⡟⠀⣾⣿⡟⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⣴⣿⠋⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣦⣉⠉⠛⠟⠉⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⠿⠿⠛⠛⠛⠛⠃⠈⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠿⣿⣿⣶⡄
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⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣶⣤⣄⣀⠀⣀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣀⡀⠀⠉⠛⠿⠟⠋⠁⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠙⠛⠛⣿⡏⠀⠈⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⢹⡟⠻⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠷⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⣸⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢹⣇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣧⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⢀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡀⠀⣷⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠏⠀⠀⢀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⢹⠀⠀⠸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠶⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠉⠛⢦⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠶⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡾⠉⠀⠙⠳⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⠚⠋⠉⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠉⠙⠳⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣄⡀⠀⣠⠏⢳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡶⠋⠁⠀⣽⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣦⠀⠀⠀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠙⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠟⠙⠧⠤⠤⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠿⣧⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⡀⣼⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⢠⡶⣲⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠛⠶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⣏⣤⠤⠤⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡶⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⡾⠹⣟⠛⢩⡿⠀⠀⠸⣧⣿⠂⣀⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣟⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣇⣸⣿⠀⠀⣼⠁⠀⠀⢠⡿⠁⠀⠀⢀⣿⣸⢠⡟⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣴⠶⠶⠚⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣦⠀⠀⣿⣿⣶⣾⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⣸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠈⠿⣤⡀⣾⢻⡇⣿⣾⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⡤⠤⠤⢤⣤⡀⠀⢻⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣆⡀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣆⠀⠙⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠋⢀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣈⣷⠛⢿⡇⣏⢿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣟⣸⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢳⣼⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⠶⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠙⢷⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⡛⠉⠁⠀⢸⣷⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⢠⡞⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡴⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣤⠴⠒⠒⠛⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⣿⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⢸⣇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡈⠓⢦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡿⠁⠀⣴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠓⠾⣧⣄⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⣁⣀⣀⣴⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⢀⣴⡿⠶⣶⣶⣟⣀⣀⣀⣤⡽⠿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠙⠓⠶⢤⣄⣀⣉⡁⠀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣽⣧⢀⡴⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⠤⠶⠒⠒⠒⠶⣾⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣷⣶⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⢀⣤⣼⡛⠲⣤⠀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡿⠛⠁⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠚⠳⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣶⠛⠋⢀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⠖⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣌⠛⠻⢥⣄⣒⣒⠂⢀⣸⢿⣤⡾⠟⠋⠈⠙⠓⠶⢿⣥⣉⣒⣲⠠⢤⢀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⡴⡞⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⡶⣠⡟⠁⢀⣠⡴⠞⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⠀
⠀⣀⣀⣤⣶⣴⣾⡛⣙⣧⣄⠀⠀⠈⠉⠀⠉⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⣹⠟⠋⠉⠉⠉⠀⣰⡟⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠀⠈⠙⣳⣶⣤⣤⣀⣀⡈⢷⡀⠀⢶⣄⠀⠀⠀⣰⠿⠶⣤⣤⣀⡿⠻⣏⣠⡶⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⡟⠀⠀
⠛⠛⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠉⠛⣳⠶⠶⠶⠛⣿⠈⠛⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⠋⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠘⣧⠀⠚⠻⢿⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⢷⣄⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠒⠂⠃⠒⠂⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡆⠀⠀⠉⠛⠶⣤⣤⡄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡄⢀⣠⡶⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡏⠀⠈⢷⣄⠀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡛⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠛⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⡛⠲⣾⣷⠸⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⣿⠋⢹⣇⢻⣄⠀⠀⠀⣹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⢙⣷⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣈⣉⡛⠓⠒⢂⣀⠀⣰⣆⣤⡤⢶⣾⠟⠙⠛⠶⣤⣄⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢉⣀⣀⣀⠀⠘⣷⡀⠀⠀⣇⠀⢹⣌⣷⠹⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⣤⣽⣦⠹⡆⣀⢠⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⠏⠈⣡⣭⡙⠋⠉⠉⠉⣠⡿⣤⣉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁
⠀⣠⡄⠀⠒⠒⠐⠒⠁⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠋⠀⠐⠈⠻⠦⣤⣿⣤⣾⣿⣿⣷⣝⣆⣤⠀⢠⣿⣿⡿⠿⠟⠓⠛⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣦⣤⣾⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣞⣽⡋⢙⡿⠋⡼⠁⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠉⠛⠒⠶⠤⢤⣤⠤⠾⠛⠑⢦⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠃⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⢷⣄⣀⣠⣊⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠼⠃⠀⣀⣴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠓⠦⣄⠀⠀⠀
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𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝒆✩♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

new l o v e

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

new jungkook suga v

⠶⢦⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⣀⡀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠉⠉⠙⢛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣟⣮⢷⡶⣢⢤⣀⡀
⣔⡀⢆⡰⢀⠣⣭⡙⢛⠛⠷⠶⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⣸⡯⢯⡝⣯⢻⡟⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣾
⢿⢿⡿⣶⣧⣁⣆⡙⢛⢮⣄⠃⢤⠹⢽⣛⡛⠶⣦⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠿⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣷⣄⡾⢿⣞⢣⠟⣼⢣⡟⣼⢫⣷⢫⢿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠿⢶⣴⣄⣆⣩⣍⣽⣛⣶⣿⣷⣤⣤⣂⣄⡉⠳⠦⣤⣉⠙⠻⠶⢦⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣌⣻⡿⣏⠵⣫⢝⣮⢛⠦⣏⡼⣒⢯⡹⣏⣿⣹⢎⡿⣿⣟
⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⠷⠶⣦⣤⣄⡀⠠⠀⣌⣉⣙⠛⠶⠶⣭⣷⣦⣌⠀⠐⠯⣟⡷⢦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠷⣘⢧⡓⡾⣜⣫⠳⣬⠳⣍⠶⣍⡻⢾⣽⣯⢷⣿⣿
⠛⠛⢛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠶⠾⣭⣿⣛⣷⠶⣬⣭⣉⣉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⢛⡛⡶⣦⣭⣳⣌⡛⠷⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⠿⠿⠛⠛⠛⠚⠓⠚⠓⠛⠚⠓⠛⠈⠉⠉⢹⡼⣵⢫⣿⣿⣿⣿⡹
⢀⣀⣈⣉⣒⠦⠤⠤⠤⠤⠄⠀⠉⠙⠛⠓⠚⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⣻⣷⣾⣿⣿⣷⡹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣷⣿⣿⡿⣇⢿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⡝⣾⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠒⢖⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⡿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠤⠋⠀⠀⢀⣠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣾⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣜⡿⣍⣣⡂⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣛⠚⡇⠀⠀⠔⣈⣁⢀⡙⡼⡃⣀⠔⢂⡽⠿⠥⢉⣁⠐⠦⣾⠞⠊⢜⠑⠃⢈⡄⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⢻⣿⢿⣹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢡⠀⣧⠀⡈⠀⠉⠒⠯⢭⡶⡻⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠓⢬⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠈⣾⢏⡻⣜⡹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠤⠄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡤⣾⠀⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣄⠀⠠⣀⠀⠀⠙⡀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⢎⡳⢎⡽
⠀⠀⠉⠐⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠐⠈⣁⡏⢤⠀⡔⠒⠂⢄⠑⠂⡀⠀⠀⡄⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⣹⣦⠀⢱⣽⡦⣼⢡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣮⡝⡭⢞
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠊⢀⠔⠘⡀⢤⠤⠀⠀⠉⠒⠒⠠⢍⣓⡄⠀⠁⠀⠀⡆⠀⠀⠈⡇⡇⠀⢀⡼⢤⡄⠺⣻⣹⠋⠀⣌⠛⠀⠸⡄⡆⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⡛⣟⣯
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠂⡔⣡⠚⠁⢠⡃⠀⠱⣤⣄⡀⠀⠑⢄⠑⣾⠀⠘⠀⠀⠐⡀⠀⠀⠰⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⡁⠀⣹⣿⣧⣀⣆⣬⣴⣤⡀⡇⠀⠀⠰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡱⣞⢮
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢸⠜⠀⠠⢁⠮⠼⣲⣤⠽⠋⠁⠰⡀⠀⠉⣏⠱⡀⠑⡀⠀⢡⠀⠀⢀⡄⠘⣧⠽⠽⣿⣚⣉⣤⡤⠈⡍⣩⢏⠙⠁⠑⠠⠀⠀⠑⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣟⣬⢳
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢹⣆⠀⣡⢂⣀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠁⠈⠑⠂⡇⡔⠀⠀⠐⢄⠀⠆⢀⠆⠠⠀⠈⡂⠤⠀⢉⡛⠫⠤⠾⢛⠅⠀⢹⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣒⢯
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⣤⡼⣦⣭⣾⠀⣀⡤⠊⠉⠁⠑⠛⠋⡀⢈⡇⡯⠂⠀⠀⠀⣱⢀⠂⠀⠀⢁⠀⠐⡀⠀⠀⠈⢹⠩⣁⡧⣠⢤⢘⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡝⣮
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⢇⠽⣸⠽⡏⠩⠍⣀⡐⣌⠁⠀⣀⠴⣋⠕⢈⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠑⠄⠀⠐⢂⠀⢡⠒⣙⣏⡐⢄⣿⣤⣹⠧⠸⡛⡌⢱⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢙⠶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡘⡻⢊⡴⠛⡀⣮⠁⠒⠀⠤⠤⡬⠤⢰⡊⣠⣀⡸⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡆⠀⠀⡹⢄⢱⠏⠱⢭⠙⠫⣿⠉⢐⡢⢸⠗⣁⣔⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡽
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠔⣠⡀⠀⠈⠐⠡⠠⢢⣤⣴⠂⠀⢠⢏⣽⠕⠀⠉⠀⡂⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⡩⣆⡙⢶⡀⠀⠂⡀⢻⢁⣘⢡⠁⠙⣘⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣇⠜⠉⠄⠀⠀⠠⠉⠈⡏⠧⠽⣶⣷⠗⠁⠈⠐⣄⠊⢙⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠀⡗⠉⠠⡀⠀⢻⡀⢀⠸⡦⠹⠈⡠⠊⠀⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⢈⠁⠀⠀⠈⢀⢠⠃⠀⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡀⠀⠀⠰⠈⠙⠛⠀⠑⡊⠉⠁⠒⠠⠈⠢⢀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠑⣚⣿⣶⡊⣧⣿⢿⢦⡀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠂⠠⣀⠀⣑⡅⠒⠒⠑⡄⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⣠⡥⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣦⠈⠉⢀⠀⣠⣿⡛⢆⠈⠁⠀⠲⢎⢻⢅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠲⣾⣽⡷⢿⢟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⡀⠀⢀⣬⠌⠀⠀⠀⢙⣿⡟⠇⠈⠀⠈⠄⡦⢙⢣⢳⣢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣧⣟⠑⢌⣿⡷⠤⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠠⠬⡲⠍⠋⠂⠌⡖⠉⠀⠼⣿⠣⢂⠀⠑⠖⢅⠺⢼⢟⠛⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠼⠻⣏⡂⣾⣟⠥⡄⠨⢆⠀⠀⠀⢨⠀⢂⠁⡒⡀⠀⠀⠑⠠⢄⢀⡏⠔⡈⠐⢄⠐⡈⡀⠘⡜⡀⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇⡀⠢⠀⠉⠋⠁⡐⠐⢁⡜⢂⠀⠀⠨⠀⠀⢊⠄⠰⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⡟⡄⠀⠑⡄⠡⣁⢃⠀⠸⠱⠀⠰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡑⠢⠤⠌⠲⢄⢜⡤⠖⣉⠄⡜⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢢⡴⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠘⡒⠄⢧⡂⠘⠈⡄⠀⢣⢃⠀⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢡⠀⠀⠀⠀⣈⣆⠄⠊⣨⢴⡷⢷⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡆⠘⠂⢹⡇⠀⠀⠐⠄⠈⢯⡆⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⢊⢟⣩⣯⡇⣼⣿⣧⢿⣹⣿⡇⢨⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⡀⠁⢨⡇⠀⡇⠀⠈⠂⣈⡻⠄⣼⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣧⡸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡤⢜⠟⣆⡀⠀⠀⠀⢳⣟⠲⢎⡑⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⡐⠢⢌⡘⢄⡊⢅⠪⣐⠡⢂⡑⠢⢌⠢⢌⡐⠤⡐⠰⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⡀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣷⠸⢥⠳⢳⡀⠀⠀⠈⣟⡄⢱⡢⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀
⣈⠱⢂⠜⣢⢉⢎⡱⢌⡱⢃⠬⡱⢈⠲⣌⠸⡐⠥⢋⣼⣿⣿⣿⢣⠐⡡⡘⠿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣇⠆⠳⠙⢣⠀⠀⠀⠘⡇⠬⢶⣱⣹⠀⠀⠀
⢄⡃⢎⡜⢤⢋⠲⣌⠲⣨⢑⢢⠱⡉⠖⣌⢣⠱⣉⠮⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⠚⡤⢑⠂⣿⣿⡟⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡌⣇⣄⣧⡽⢃⠀⠀⠀⢓⠍⡴⢏⡹⠄⠀⠀
⠢⢜⡰⡘⢦⡙⠲⣌⠲⡡⢎⢆⢣⡙⡜⠢⣌⠣⠔⣺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡭⠰⣉⠦⢹⣿⣿⣿⣼⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣱⣿⡟⠁⣸⡀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣵⠟⠁⣤⠀⠀
⢃⠖⡰⢍⡲⣉⠳⣌⡱⢱⢊⡜⢢⠱⣌⠳⣀⠇⡍⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠳⣐⠊⠼⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⠏⢀⣼⠫⡆⠀⠀⠀⠘⡏⢀⣾⡿⠀⠀
⡃⢎⡱⢊⡴⢃⡳⢤⡃⢏⠦⡙⣆⠳⢌⡱⢂⠎⡔⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠣⡄⢋⠔⢿⣿⣿⠙⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣤⢎⡻⠁⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⠛⣠⠀⠀
⡑⢎⠴⣉⠶⣩⠜⢦⡙⢎⡱⢣⢌⠳⡸⢰⡉⢞⡰⢩⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡗⡱⢨⠡⠌⠸⣿⣿⢸⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣾⢁⣴⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠈⠁⠀⠀
⡑⢎⠲⣉⠶⣡⢛⠦⣙⠶⣡⠳⣌⠣⡕⡣⢜⢢⠒⡥⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡧⣘⠡⢊⠔⡀⢻⣿⢳⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⡜⢌⠳⣘⢲⡡⢏⡚⣥⠚⡥⢓⠬⣣⠱⡍⢎⠦⡙⢤⠣⠜⣿⣿⢻⡇⠦⠱⡈⠆⡀⠀⠣⣎⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⡜⢌⠳⡌⢧⡚⣥⢓⠦⡛⢬⡙⢦⡑⢇⡚⢬⡒⡍⠦⣑⢊⠳⡷⠿⢃⢣⠱⢌⢂⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣊⠬⡓⢭⠲⣍⢦⢋⠶⣙⢦⡙⢦⡙⣜⡘⢦⠱⣌⠳⣈⢆⠳⣄⠣⡍⢆⢣⡘⡄⢂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢎⠲⣙⢬⠳⡜⣬⢫⡜⡜⢦⡙⢦⠹⡰⢍⢦⢋⡔⣣⠜⣌⠳⣄⠳⡸⢌⠲⣐⡘⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢎⡱⢎⡲⡹⡜⢦⢓⡼⡙⢦⡹⣌⠳⡍⡞⣢⢏⡲⣅⢫⠲⣍⠦⣓⠱⣊⠕⡢⠜⡠⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢣⠞⣡⢳⣱⠹⣎⠳⣬⠹⣆⠳⣌⢻⡘⡵⣊⢮⠱⣎⢣⡏⣬⢓⡬⢓⡌⢧⡑⢣⠡⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢣⠞⣡⠳⣬⠳⣜⢣⢇⡻⣌⠳⣍⠶⡹⢴⣉⠶⣩⠖⣣⠜⢦⣍⠲⣭⡘⢦⡙⢆⡅⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢇⡺⢡⡛⡴⢫⡜⣣⢮⡱⣎⢽⡘⢧⡙⢦⣃⠞⣥⢚⡕⣎⠧⡜⣓⠦⡙⢦⡉⢦⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢧⢩⡓⡽⣘⢧⣙⢦⢇⡳⡜⢦⡝⢦⣙⢣⡌⢷⡘⣎⠲⡜⢪⡱⢍⠶⡙⢦⡙⢆⠱⣀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢣⠎⡵⢣⡝⢮⡜⣎⡞⣱⠹⢦⣙⢦⡙⢦⡹⢦⡙⢦⢛⡜⣣⠝⣜⠲⡙⢦⡑⢎⡱⢀⠆⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⡇⢞⡜⣣⢞⣣⢞⡱⢎⡵⣋⠷⣘⢦⡛⢦⣓⢣⡝⢎⡚⣬⢱⡚⣬⢓⡭⡒⣍⠲⣅⠣⣂⠔⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣉⠮⣜⡱⢮⡱⣎⡳⣝⠲⣍⡞⣭⢲⡙⣦⡙⢶⡘⢧⡙⢦⢧⡙⢦⣋⠴⡹⣌⠳⣌⠓⡤⢊⠄⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢥⡚⡴⣙⠮⣵⢣⡽⢬⣛⡴⣙⠦⢧⣙⠶⣙⠶⣙⠶⣙⡎⢶⣩⠳⣌⢧⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⡱⣉⠎⡐⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢦⢓⡱⢭⢞⠶⣍⣞⡱⣎⡼⣱⢫⢗⡮⣙⢧⡛⣬⠳⣍⣞⡱⢎⡳⡜⣎⠳⣌⡳⣌⡳⡱⣡⢎⡱⡁⠆⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢧⣺⣱⣋⢮⣛⡼⡼⣱⠧⣞⡥⣏⠾⡴⢫⢶⡙⡶⣹⢒⡮⡱⢏⡶⡹⣌⠟⡴⡳⣌⢳⡱⢲⡌⢖⡱⡈⠔⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡹⢷⣫⠽⠾⣝⡻⠿⣟⣿⡛⢿⡻⣟⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠐⡏⣉⣷⣮⣝⣬⡙⠃⠎⢩⠙⢧⢹⣎⡖⡄⣂⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣧⢟⢮⣙⣾⣿⣿⢿⡿⣦⡈⠈⢆⢿⣽⣿⣭⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⢸⠸⣾⣿⣾⣿⣾⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣣⢽⣿⣿⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠈⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⢹⠟⡿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡡⡀⢹⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⣿⡽⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⣛⢙⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣱⡿⣿⢠⡒⢋⠜⡜⢻⠻⣞⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢛⡿⣇⡶⠶⠉⣹⣾⣿⣿⠃⣸⢛⡬⣛⢷⣭⡫⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⢯⠽⠧⠤⢤⣉⢰⠋⢹⡼⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡿⣼⣿⡀⠘⣷⣍⣥⡮⢧⣸⡰⣼⣿⣿⣿⣯⣷⡹⣧⣯⣤⣀⣀⣀⣴⡧⣹⡿⣷⡺⣶⣿⣻⣿⡟⢠⣓⡺⣛⣒⠷⢮⠿⢷⣽⣫⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⡟⣿⡟⠋⣹⠇⠠⣄⠲⣭⠞⣩⣤⠹⡇⢣⠁⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢁⡷⢻⢿⣍⠻⠯⠤⢩⡸⠀⡏⣹⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠈⠙⢯⣟⡯⢞⣱⡿⣽⣏⣯⣟⣾⣿⢯⢁⠞⠧⡫⣢⢄⡹⢔⡲⠟⠤⠹⠭⢾⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣻⠻⠟⠀⡌⣧⠙⢿⢔⠜⡠⠒⡿⢁⠮⢁⠾⡄⠀⠆⡔⡟⠞⢽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⡷⣿⡘⢧⡙⢿⣶⢤⡒⡞⡆⣇⣿⣷⣯⣿⣿⢟⣿⣼⢻⣦⡄⠀⢙⡼⣳⡿⡽⡟⢎⣾⣽⡿⣟⠃⣼⣛⢻⡘⣌⢧⠩⡉⣦⠉⡉⢑⡭⣤⠄⢥⣙⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢛⠟⢉⠬⠞⣁⠸⣏⠒⢁⢞⠃⡸⡛⣐⡀⡔⢡⢻⢆⠎⢀⡧⠞⣶⣀⣧⡟⢞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣰⡅⠈⠳⢌⠻⣮⢻⣿⣧⠀⠘⣿⢫⠹⣿⠿⣽⣻⢶⣍⣛⡾⣽⡇⣼⢷⣯⣷⡿⢟⣾⣳⣿⣟⠎⣰⣿⢶⣹⡙⡯⣳⡱⡸⡌⡟⠜⡱⡨⢜⡉⢷⡂⣁⠫⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢸⡾⢁⡴⣫⢭⢍⠁⡇⠈⡌⠄⡗⠡⢁⠋⣴⣯⠸⢸⠖⢁⡴⣢⣦⣇⠋⣥⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣋⠣⡘⢦⣤⣀⣿⢇⣿⠏⠀⣰⣟⣼⣧⢌⣷⣬⡻⡿⣿⣾⣽⡓⣺⢭⣁⡲⢯⠟⣼⣳⣿⠯⡍⢠⣷⢸⢮⣿⣀⠤⡣⢛⢿⠙⡴⡄⢣⠚⢄⠘⢄⣾⣤⣝⠊⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⢇⠇⢾⡼⠹⡱⢸⢠⢡⣊⢇⡊⣰⢱⢏⢾⠛⡏⡇⠚⢠⣿⣿⡏⡍⢹⢠⢹⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢋⣛⣳⠶⣬⣽⣛⣛⣋⣡⣴⠾⡽⡬⡊⢯⣻⣸⣧⣙⣌⣯⣷⣽⣽⣿⣾⣽⣻⡶⡾⣏⣿⡿⡝⣬⡏⡟⣏⣾⡷⣲⣩⢿⡄⣟⣌⢣⢉⠂⠴⣠⣕⡀⢻⣿⠙⡛⠁⢚⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣬⡢⠈⡷⠽⠿⣾⡘⣂⢸⢾⡫⢊⡾⣫⣣⣤⣿⠃⡄⡆⣏⡿⠀⢋⠮⠮⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠥⣤⡤⠤⠀⢒⣉⢤⡤⣤⣾⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⣹⠰⡇⢸⢻⢣⠩⠃⠜⣧⢸⡄⡜⡈⢰⣊⢝⠻⣝⣄⠳⢯⣁⣂⢈⢓⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⢻⡅⣏⣰⢗⡌⢇⢼⣸⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣯⡾⣁⣇⡿⠁⡀⡧⢦⠙⣿⣿⣯⣿⣟⣯⣿⣽⣯⣿⣽⣯⣿⣽
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⡉⠂⢀⣠⠝⠂⡤⢌⠎⣷⠃⡟⢉⢫⢛⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣟⣬⠟⣠⣾⣮⡃⢷⢃⡳⣛⠋⣿⡵⠃⡿⡄⠀⠘⠭⢙⣍⠉⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣕⢼⢏⢜⣻⣶⣵⣾⣿⣿⢿⣻⣿⢿⣳⣿⣻⣷⢁⣿⡏⢠⡇⡇⡇⣘⣼⣿⣷⣿⣷⣿⡿⣷⣿⣾⢿⡾⣿⣟⡿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠟⡰⢛⡲⠲⣈⡇⡈⣇⠡⡄⣷⣟⢆⠞⡻⣝⡏⢿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣑⢞⡇⣿⠸⡄⡼⣼⠉⠂⣾⡅⢩⠓⠮⣷⣤⠞⢓⡦⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡗⣇⣼⣶⣟⣻⣽⣯⣿⣽⣯⣿⣿⣿⣷⡷⣫⣇⡞⣿⠀⡗⠻⣁⠇⣏⣿⣿⣿⣽⡾⣟⣻⣝⣮⣷⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⠚⠍⣠⢴⡍⣱⠇⡿⡀⣷⢻⢰⢹⣈⢔⠟⠠⢲⠉⡏⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡯⣓⢜⠣⡈⣄⠜⢯⡘⠂⠡⠀⡞⠉⣰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⠿⣿⠟⠉⠁⠉⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣞⡻⣿⣾⣿⣵⡏⢳⡟⡄⢹⢂⢛⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣷⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⡿⣿⣽
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡂⢣⣷⣂⣤⡈⠘⡜⡄⣯⣷⢣⢙⢻⡏⢸⣏⣼⣧⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣅⣦⣿⡑⣢⣄⡈⠒⣄⢸⠁⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡔⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣌⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣾⣦⣤⣸⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣵⣽⣷⣿⡄⡀⢳⡼⢿⡻⣿⣷⣤⣟⠸⣟⢿⣷⣘⠻⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⠛⠟⡿⣝⡰⣌⢸⢶⡃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠘⣶⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣷⣨⣻⡿⣦⢻⣿⠻⣟⣿⣯⣏⣶⣯⠘⠿⢻⣿⣿⡟⢛⠈⠁⣽⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⢠⣌⡙⠸⣼⣼⢣⡃⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⡿⢷⣀⣬⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡟⢡⣻⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠛⠻⠻⠟⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡞⢿⢀⡿⢉⠀⡞⣱⣶⣾⡿⠟⡳⢰⣰⠋⠶⢟⠁⡿⢉⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡈⠁⠛⠸⡿⢶⢙⢆⠀⠀⠋⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠛⠋⠘⠃⠀⢸⢏⠀⢈⣿⣿⠟⢋⠀⣱⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⡰⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⢿⣷⣦⣀⠻⣘⢌⣸⣿⡽⣹⠏⠀⡜⡄⠈⠛⠷⠶⠃⣸⠃⢸⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⢿⠀⢇⠑⢕⢼⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠉⢢⣼⣿⢷⣐⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣟⣷⢦⣄⡁⠀⠙⢷⣿
⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠿⣿⣮⣧⣿⢿⡗⡏⢰⠸⣷⡹⣢⣄⣤⠔⢰⠃⡄⡿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣷⣼⣄⡠⢋⠀⠀⠀⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠤⣀⣧⠿⢿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⠙⠛⠻⠾⠭⣞⣻⡷⣦⣄⡈
⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣷⣿⣿⣷⣌⢦⣙⣻⣟⠟⠁⡠⢃⣞⠀⡇⠸⠋⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠡⡎⣇⢢⣇⠃⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠿⡥⠀⠚⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠭⣬⢭⣭⣭⣭⣴⣒⢒⣉⠭⢞⣋
⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠒⠂⠠⠤⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣷⣽⣛⣷⠒⢋⡁⠀⠈⣀⣭⠎⢰⡇⢁⣞⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣏⣝⣲⣼⣻⡇⡘⠀⠀⢀⣤⣶⣟⣵⡣⢢⡤⢸⣿⡅⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⡇⠀⢹⣿⣟⣻⣉⠩⠭⠥⣤⣤⣤⣤⣴⣦⣍⣉⠓⠒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠐⠂⠠⠄⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢝⣲⡏⢉⣤⠶⠶⠛⣹⠋⢠⣿⢃⣮⡖⢋⠽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠚⠛⢉⣜⣥⠶⠛⠁⢎⣿⣷⣅⣼⣿⣿⡿⢻⠀⡀⣇⠎⣿⢃⣰⢗⠒⠚⠛⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⣿⣮⣙⡛⠓⠷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠂⠀⠀⠄⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠚⣿⢷⣆⣂⠔⢁⣴⣿⢣⡾⢊⢴⢻⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⠀⢀⣞⣾⣿⠋⠉⢩⠐⡔⠻⢦⢰⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠫⣷⣦
⣴⡤⡖⡲⣖⡲⡖⣖⣯⢖⣿⣚⣲⣖⣲⣶⣖⣦⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠓⠺⠷⠽⠾⠵⠿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠻⠧⠷⢶⣎⣉⣭⣭⣽⣿⢖⠒⢒⣒⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣮⣿⣿⣿⣯⠆⠀⢻⡀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣞⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉
⣒⢷⡛⡵⠲⠽⠵⠓⠛⠚⠉⠉⠉⠉⣉⣀⣀⣠⣤⠤⠤⠤⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠿⠿⠿⠿⠾⠿⠶⠶⠶⠦⠶⠶⠔⠶⠲⢚⣙⣛⣉⣛⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⡉⢹⡝⠻⣟⠾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⡿⠿⠭⠭⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⡴⠶⠞⠛⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠠⠤⠤⠀⠐⠒⠒⠒⠒⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢄⠙⠒⠾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡻⠃⡡⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠑⠒⠢⠤⠄⣀⣀
⢤⠠⠶⠖⠚⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠠⠤⠐⠒⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣵⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⡶⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠠⠤⠀⠒⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⣤⣤⡶⣶⣾⣿⡿⠿⠽⠛⠛⠛⠋⠉⠉⠉⠀⢀⣀⣉⠠⣤⣬⣙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣦⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣶⣶⣶⠿⠯⠟⠛⠛⠋⠉⠉⠁⣀⣀⠀⣤⣤⣀⣲⣶⠦⣶⣿⣛⣛⣾⣿⣭⣿⡿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠶⠚⠛⠿⠿⠷⣿⣷⣿⣵⣖⣲⢵⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣴⣶⠶⠶⠿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠁⣀⣀⡀⣤⣤⣤⣶⠶⢾⣿⣓⣿⢿⣯⣿⣾⣶⣿⣿⣿⣟⠿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣦⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⢿⣿⣿⣮⠻⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣶⠶⠶⠶⠿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠚⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣴⡶⠦⣼⣿⣷⣻⣿⣭⣟⣷⡾⠿⢯⣟⣛⣾⣿⣯⣽⣿⣿⣶⣶⣟⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣟⣷⡆⠀⢀⣿⣿⢳⡿⣿⢿⣿⡿⣿⡿⠿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⣿⣿⠟⣰⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⠐⠀⠠⠝⠛⠒⠊⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⡄⠀⢼⣿⣷⣀⣟⣿⢿⣭⣝⣿⡶⠶⠿⣿⣛⣛⣿⣯⣭⠿⠷⠶⠿⠝⠛⠛⠛⠓⠋⠉⠙⠛⢿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⡾⣿⣿⠿⠋⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠉⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⢿⣻⣽⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⢀⣤⣄⡀⣶⢶⣤⡴⡿⠿⠷⢺⣾⣛⣛⣛⣛⡿⠯⠭⠬⠿⠿⣗⣒⣒⡛⣛⡩⠭⠭⠭⠴⠶⠶⠶⠶⠿⢟⣿⡿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠆⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⠿⣯⣿⣟⣿⠿⠊⣁⣴⣾⣽⣿⢿⡿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⢀⣀⣤⣴⣶⣿⣿⡷⣿⣿⣯⡿⠟⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠐⠛⠣⣍⡛⠠⠬⣍⣝⠃⠒⠶⠬⠌⠉⠉⠛⠒⠒⠒⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠁⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣟⣽⣻⠟⠁⢀⣴⡾⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⠞⠋⣀⢴⣺⣽⣟⣿⣽⣧⣿⣿⢯⣷⣿⡿⣿⣿⣾⣿⡿⣿⠿⠛⠉⠁⢀⣀⣤⣴⣶⣿⣿⡿⡿⣟⣯⣽⠷⠟⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣴⣶⣾⢿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠒⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⣟⣻⠵⠋⢀⣠⡾⢿⣿⣿⣻⣿⡿⠛⠁⣠⣾⢿⣿⣿⢫⣿⠽⣼⣿⣻⡟⣿⣻⣯⣿⣭⣿⠿⠛⠉⠀⣀⣤⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⠯⡽
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠤⠤⢤⡤⢤⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡤⣾⡿⣟⡯⠛⠁⣠⣴⣻⣿⡵⣿⢿⣿⣿⠊⠀⠀⠰⣿⣿⣿⣚⣿⣺⢿⢿⣹⣾⢿⣻⣯⣟⣿⠷⠋⠁⣀⣤⣶⣿⣿⡿⢿⣫⣿⣶⡽⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣽⣽⣶⣶⣽⠿⠿
⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠂⠐⠀⡐⠕⠡⢔⠃⢄⠺⢯⠫⢕⠞⡿⣛⠵⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⢿⡷⠿⡭⠛⠁⢀⡴⣺⣽⡽⣧⢾⠾⣟⣿⣽⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠹⣿⣿⣟⣽⣮⣮⣟⣵⣷⢾⣿⠟⠁⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⢻⣽⣵⣾⣿⠝⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣶⣶⢿⣟⡿⣯⣿⡾⣿⣿⣞⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⣛⡉⠭⠤⠒⠂⠈
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⢐⠈⠠⠂⠱⡡⠳⢐⠊⡍⡆⠒⣦⠭⢎⢢⡀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣤⡲⣚⣟⢿⣳⣛⠗⠉⠀⣠⡴⣿⡻⣝⡞⡼⣿⣏⢿⡯⣞⣟⣹⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢿⡯⣾⡽⣷⢿⣭⣾⠟⢁⣤⣾⣿⠿⣩⣷⡞⣿⣻⣿⣏⣀⣀⣤⣤⣴⣶⣾⠿⣟⣿⢽⣲⣯⣿⣾⣽⣯⣿⡿⢿⣟⣻⠭⠷⠚⠃⢉⡁⠤⢄⣒⠤⡀⠂⢄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠂⠀⠀⢁⠐⠍⠐⡈⠆⠱⢌⡘⠌⠣⠤⣓⠞⣢⡬⢱⢪⡝⣙⢼⢡⠺⣨⣳⠞⠁⠀⣠⣞⡻⣨⢟⡹⣇⡟⣿⢳⡵⡟⣷⢻⡽⣻⣿⠇⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣻⢭⣧⣳⡿⣻⠞⢁⣴⣿⡿⣵⢫⣾⣿⣿⣿⢿⣽⡿⡯⣿⣿⣿⣛⣮⠿⣚⣯⣷⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⠿⣛⣭⡶⠞⠋⠉⣀⠠⠔⡒⢭⣐⠶⣙⣲⣭⣶⣾⣟⠿

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