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Arnold Schoenberg was obsessed with numerology. He was the composer who developed the 12 tone system, a way of creating music wherein you don't re-use a pitch till all 12 have been played. He thought 12 was a perfect number, but 13 was bad luck so he tried his best to avoid the number all together. With Schoenberg, numbers were a powerful obsession, leading him even to avoiding writing bar 13 in his music, instead labeling it 12A. He even thought it had an effect on his health! He says this in a letter to a friend: [Indeed, I am not so well at the moment. I am in my 65th year and you know that 5 times 13 is 65 and 13 is my bad number. But when this five-times-thirteen year has passed, then I have 13 more years.] 13 years later to the day he thought I know for sure I will die and sure enough, he died that night in his sleep on Friday, July 13, 1951. read more about him here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arnold_Schoenberg

Cachy the Poodle, Marta Espina, Edith Solá, Anonymous man 21 October 1988 A poodle named Cachy, in Caballito, Buenos Aires, fell 13 storeys and hit 75-year old Marta Espina, ending both lives instantly. In the course of events, 46-year old Edith Solá came to see the incident, and was fatally hit by a bus. An unidentified man who witnessed her death had a heart attack and also dies on his way to the hospital.

Swim at Your Own Risk In 1985, a guest at a pool party found after he drowned in the deep end of the pool. The party was for lifeguards who were celebrating a season without any drownings. ✨ Victim at Lifeguards' Party Jerome Moody was found on the bottom at the deep end of a department pool as the party ended. Mr. Moody, who was 31 years old, was not a lifeguard, but four lifeguards were on duty at the party.

Nancye Lorraine Carr .1942 – 17 Jan 1950 Daughter of Roger and Mavis GIRL FATALLY INJURED Nancy Lorraine Carr, 7, of Kingston Street, Camperdown, was fatally injured when she was knocked down by a car in Trafalgar Street, Stanmore, during afternoon. She was playing with other children in the street. She ran out from behind a parked car and was knocked down by another car. Central District Ambulance took her lo the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital, where she past soon after admission. The Sydney Morning Herald, Wednesday 18 January 1950 Rookwood, Cumberland Council, New South Wales, Australia BURIAL Rookwood Catholic Cemeteries and Crematoria Plot info: Catholic Mortuary. Sect M2. Area 15. Row 30. Grave 2681

𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 17 year old boy as rn whilst riding his moped... That is tragic enough as an event but it was further reported that he was exactly a year after his 17 year old brother was riding the same moped on the same street, by the same taxi, with the same driver, carrying the same passenger. Both were reported to have collided with a taxi driven by Willard Manders. According to their father, John Henry Ebbin Sr. of Woodlawn Road, Sandys, even the passenger in the taxi was the same in both instances.

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July 10 death of little Anton Bear. The 6-year-old boy, his mother and his 3-year-old sister were walking down a road on the edge of the town, about 600 miles southwest of Anchorage when a grizzly ambled up in the dim dawn light. 🐻 Anton Bear, 6, male July 10, 1992 near King Cove, Alaska The six-year-old, his mother, and sister were walking down a road when they were approached by a grizzly bear. The family fled, but the boy was chased down by the bear and devoured.

December 13, 1977, Evansville Aces players, coaches, supporters and flight crew boarded a chartered DC-3 plane to travel to Murfreesboro for a game against Middle Tennessee. Just one minute after taking off, at 7:22 p.m. crashed, tragically taking the lives of everyone onboard. The only member of the Purple Aces who did not die in the crash was 18-year-old freshman David Furr; he was out for the season with some infirmary and thus was not on the plane that day. Lucky break? Well… Davis Lee Furr, weeks after the plane crash, and his younger brother Byron were killed in a car accident near Newton, Illinois, leaving the entire 1977 Evansville team dead.

The King and The Pizzeria On July 28, 1900, the reigning Italian King, Umberto the First, went to a small restaurant in Monza, near Milan, for his dinner. He was waited on by the restaurant’s owner personally, and upon taking his order the pizzeria, also named Umberto, realized they shared the same name. The similarities didn’t end there, however. The two men looked very much alike, and not only that but they both shared the same birthday, March 14th. On top of that, they were also both born during the same year, 1844, and both of them were born in the town of Turin! They had both even married a lady named Margherita on the same day! The date of King Umberto’s coronation was also the date that Umberto the pizzeria had opened up his restaurant. The day after eating at the restaurant, King Umberto learned that the restaurateur had been killed in an unexplained shooting. Deeply saddened by the death of his newfound friend, the King expressed his regret during a speech to a crowd. At that moment, an anarchist by the name of Gaetano Bresci pulled out his gun and assassinated King Umberto I dead.

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"Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, "On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center."

Tomb of Casimir IV Jagiellon 1973 opening of the tomb From 1972 to 1973, the Cathedral authorities undertook work to renovate the Holy Cross chapel. As part of this project, permission was given by the Archbishop of Kraków, Karol Wojtyła – the future Pope John Paul II – to open the tomb of Casimir and Elizabeth in May 1973. The work was undertaken by a team of 12 conservationists and their initial aim was to examine the contents of the tomb in order to assess how best to renovate it. When the tomb was opened, the team found rotting wooden coffins and the remains of Casimir and Elizabeth. The restoration work was then carried out and, once it had been completed, Casimir and Elizabeth were re-interred in a ceremony held in the cathedral on 18 September 1973 with Archbishop Wojtyła conducting the service. In the following months, members of the conservation team began to die prematurely and unexpectedly: Feliks Dańczak died in April 1974, Stefan Walczy in June 1974, Kazimierz Hurlak in August 1974, and Jan Myrlak in May 1975. Rumours of a "Jagiellonian curse" began to circulate. However, microbiologist Bolesław Smyk identified the presence of the fungus Aspergillus flavus in samples taken from the tomb. This type of fungus produces toxic substances called aflatoxins which are linked to a number of serious health conditions affecting the liver if not carcinogenic. The Times reported that it is that the conservation team members had inhaled the toxic spores of the fungus as they opened the tomb.

Terrible Tuesdays ✨ Alexander I of Yugoslavia refused to attend public events on Tuesdays after three of his family members passed on that day of the week. But on Tuesday, October 9, 1934, he had no choice but to speak as he arrived in France to strengthen their alliance. He was thence assassinated.

Terrible Tuesdays ✨ Alexander I of Yugoslavia refused to attend public events on Tuesdays after three of his family members died on that day of the week. But on Tuesday, October 9, 1934, he had no choice but to speak as he arrived in France to strengthen their alliance. He was promptly assassinated.

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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 13 (Autistic author) ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ Plankton quivers. "Stop," he whispers, his voice a plea. "Please." Mr. Krabs' grin widens, eyes glinting with cruel delight. "Afraid I'll do to you what you deserve?" Before Plankton can respond, Mr. Krabs punches at him with his claw. Plankton squeaks in pain, his eye widens with terror, his voice a distressed static. "No, Mr. Krabs, please stop!" Mr. Krabs' chuckles turn into full-blown laughter. "Look at him squirm," he says, his voice a rumble. He doesn't heed the tears streaming down Plankton's face. Plankton's body wrenches in pain, his antennae sticking straight out in alarm. "Why?" he whispers, his voice a broken static. Mr. Krabs' laughter echoes. "Because you're weak," he sneers, his voice a harsh grate. "Always have been, always will be." Plankton's body shrinks, his antennae drooping. "No," he whimpers, his voice a static plea. Mr. Krabs' laughter fills the room, his claws still poised for another strike. "Look at the tiny thief," he says, his voice a cruel cackle, "so scared of a little pain." Without warning, his claw swings down, connecting with Plankton's thin leg, and Plankton's scream pierces the air, his voice a shattered static. Pain shoots through his body like lightning, his leg feeling like it's on fire. He tries to pull away. "Mr. Krabs," he gasps, his voice a desperate whine. Mr. Krabs' laughter continues, unabated by Plankton's cries. "See? You're just a tiny, weak little creature," he says, his voice a malicious cackle. Plankton's screams fill the room, the pain in his leg unbearable. "No," he whispers, his voice a static moan. "No more." Mr. Krabs' laughter doesn't waver, his claws still poised for another strike. "Oh, poor Plankton," he sneers, his voice a harsh static. Plankton's body writhes in pain, his leg twisted at an impossible angle as Sandy and Karen return. Sandy's eyes widen in horror, her voice a shocked rumble. "Mr. Krabs, what are you doing?" she asks, as Karen rushed to Plankton. Mr. Krabs' grin doesn't falter. "Teaching a lesson," he says, his voice a cruel crackle as he finally leaves. Sandy's face is a picture of horror, her voice a trembling trill. "What did he do to you?" she asks, her eyes on Plankton's twisted leg. Karen's screens flicker with rage, her beeps sharp. "That monster!" she says, her voice filled with fury. She quickly assesses the damage. Plankton's leg is twisted grotesquely, his tiny body trembling with pain. Sandy's hands hover over his body, unsure how to help without causing more distress. Sandy nods, her face pale with shock. "I'll get SpongeBob," she says, her voice a trembling trill. She runs to the phone, dialing with trembling fingers. "Sponge Bob, please come quick," she says, her voice a desperate hum. While Sandy is on the phone, Karen's screens flicker with medical information. She quickly assembles a makeshift splint for Plankton's leg, her beeps a frantic symphony of care as SpongeBob arrives. His eyes are wide with concern, his voice a panicked squeak. "What happened, Plankton?" he asks, his eyes damp with unshed tears. But Plankton's eye had rolled up in his head. Sandy's voice is shaky as she tells Sponge Bob the story, her eyes never leaving Plankton's trembling body. "Mr. Krabs... he was so cruel," she says, her voice a soft whisper of disbelief. Sponge Bob's face twists with anger. "Why would he do this?" he asks, his voice a strained whine. "First causing brain damage, and now..." Karen's screens glow with determination. "We'll deal with Mr. Krabs later," she beeps. "First, we need to get Plankton help." Sponge Bob nods, his eyes wide with fear. "What can we do?" he asks, his voice a choked whisper. Karen's screens flicker with information. "His leg is broken, and his sensory overload could be severe." Sponge Bob's face falls, his voice a sad squeak. "Oh no, Plankton." He gently picks up his friend, his touch as soft as a feather. Sandy watches, her eyes wide with fear. "What now?" she asks, her voice a trembling trill. "We can't just take him like this to a regular hospital. We'll have to be careful not to overwhelm his senses, and find medical help equipped for neurodivergent people like Plankton." SpongeBob speaks up. "I was born with a mild form of idiopathic Autism. Different from Plankton's I know, but my parents have taken me to a sensory-friendly clinic. They are skilled and have lots of different methods of medicine! It's called the Quiet Bubble Clinic!" Sandy nods, her eyes filling with hope. "That sounds perfect," she says, her voice a gentle hum. "Let's take him there." Karen's screens pulse with agreement. "Good thinking, Sponge Bob," she beeps. "We'll have to be careful, though. Any loud noises or sudden movements could trigger another meltdown." Sponge Bob nods, his grip on Plankton steady. "Sandy can drive," he says, his voice determined. "We'll get you to the Quiet Bubble Clinic, buddy."

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

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

- April 06, 2011, 01:05 PM Roy Sullivan was hit by lightning seven times between 1942 and 1977 the odds of this are 4.15 in 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

When a Nebraska church exploded in 1950, not one of the fifteen people who were supposed to be there for choir practice was injured because every member of the choir was late arriving for practice that evening. Published Dec. 31, 1998 https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/choir-non-quorum/#o0QZYkyXUSMcAEYL.99 Choir Practise usually began at 7:20pm. At 7:25pm, the church exploded. Here's what happened to the people: The Reverend lit the church furnace in the afternoon and went home to dinner. At 7:10 he was getting ready to go back with this wife and daughter but she had a dirty dress. They were delayed as the mother ironed another one. Ladona Vandergrift, a high school sophomore, was having trouble with a geometry problem. She knew practise began promptly and always came early. But she stayed to finish the problem. Royena Estes was ready, but the car would not start. So she and her sister called Ladona Vandergrift, and asked her to pick them up. But Ladona was the girl with the geometry problem, and the Estes sisters had to wait.. Sadie Estes' story was the same as Royena's. All day they had been having trouble with the car; it just refused to start. Mrs. Leonard Schuster would ordinarily have arrived at 7:20 with her small daughter Susan. But on this particular evening Mrs. Schuster had to go to her mother's house to help her get ready for a missionary meeting. Herbert Kipf, lathe operator, would have been ahead of time but had put off an important letter. "I can't think why," he said. He lingered over it and was late. It was a cold evening. Stenographer Joyce Black, feeling "just plain lazy," stayed in her warm house until the last possible moment. She was almost ready to leave when it happened. Because his wife was away, Machinist Harvey Ahl was taking care of his two boys. He was going to take them to practise with him but somehow he got wound up talking. When he looked at his watch, he saw he was already late. Marilyn Paul, the pianist, had planned to arrive half an hour early. However she fell asleep after dinner, and when her mother awakened her at 7:15 she had time only to tidy up and start out. Mrs. F.E. Paul, choir director and mother of the pianist, was late simply because her daughter was from oversleeping. High school girls Lucille Jones and Dorothy Wood customarily go to practise together. Lucille was listening to a 7-to-7:30 radio program and broke habit of promptness because she wanted to hear. Dorothy just waited for her.

The King’s Double King Umberto I of Italy came upon his own double by accident. While eating dinner at a small restaurant, Umberto noticed that the restaurant owner was nearly identical in looks to himself. But they soon discovered more similarities: they were both born in the same town on the same day in the same year, they both married a woman named Margherita, and the owner had opened his restaurant on the same day as Umberto was crowned King. Wait, it gets weirder: the day after the pair met, on July 29th, 1900, the owner was kılled in an accıdental shootıng – the same day that Umberto was assassinated.

2009-10-23 22:47:37 On November 26, 1911, three men were hanged in Greenberry Hill in London after being found guilty of the murder of Sir Edmund Berry. Name three of them, among others, Green, Berry and Hill.

- The Unlucky Major Summerford o Struck by lightning three times; o After his death, lightning struck and shattered his tombstone.

Joan Rivers dissed Beyoncé and then slipped into a coma the next day. A week later, she died on Beyoncé's birthday. Joan Rivers: Born 1933; died at 81 in 2014 Beyoncé: Born 1981; turned 33 in 2014

Years ago I tried to trick some friends into thinking Bernie Mac was dead. A few months later he died on my birthday.

looking for friends! (on discord) username: vennxuu DNI PPL ABOVE 17!!!!!!! i literally have no friends 2 talk to, since im always jst mindlessly scrolling throuugh my phone without anything to do, and its getting really unhealthy for me. i may be a bit unresponsive at first, but ill start being more active if you engage conversations w me, and send dm's every time you go online :D once we get along PLEASE dont forget abt me cs ill get attached easily and i can be very annoying, and clingy (like srsly..) heres my introduction! (template used isnt mine. ctto) Age range﹕✦ — 12-15 Pronouns﹕✧ — she/her or he/him Gender﹕✦ — female Sexuality﹕✧ — genderfluid, pansexual Extra﹕✦ — im filipino. im a brainrot, silly, n freaky type of person. so sorry if i make u uncomfortable!! animes i like: bungo stray dogs, moriarty the patriot, your lie in april, a silent voice, your name., etc.. other fandoms im in: hazbin hotel, demon slayer, genshin impact, zenless zone zero, honkai star rail, etc.. kinnies: nikolai gogol, fyodor, dazai, chuuya, wanderer/scaramouche, +9999999 more also whoever vinerea13 is, i really wanna b friends w you,though it says ur user is incorrect. you seem fun ngl!! i kinda hope u see this lol TY FOR READING ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ೃ │ . . . . . . . . . .

Last Christmas You might be familiar with “Last Christmas” by Wham an often-played holiday song about the vocalist giving his heart to someone and having it be given away the very next day. Well, George Michael—that very same vocalist, died on Christmas day of heart failure.

In 1899 a lightning killed a man as he stood in his backyard in Taranto, Italy. 30 years later, his son killed in the same way in the same place. On 8 October 1949, Rolla Primarda, grandson of the first victim and the son of the second victim, became the third victim.

Robert Todd Lincoln, son of Abraham Lincoln, was either present or in very close proximity to the first three presidential assassinations, a coincidence he found disturbing. In 1863, Robert Todd Lincoln fell off a train platform and was almost hit by an oncoming train. His life was saved by Edwin Booth, the older brother of the man who would later kill Lincoln’s father.

A Streetcar Named Disaster The worst subway accident in New York City history happened in 1905, when an above ground train turned to quickly, jumped the track, and fell onto Ninth Avenue. 13 people were killed. The accident happened, eerily, on September 11th.

The Luckiest Unlucky Man Clifford Johnson was injured at the deadliest nightclub fire in history, at the famous Cocoanut Grove in 1942. He suffered third- degree burns over more than half his body but survived, and was seen as a medical marvel. After hundreds of operations and nearly two years in the hospital, he married his nurse. In an ironic twist of fate, he burned to death in a car crash in 1958.

2009-10-23 22:47:37 On 13 February 1746, a Frenchman, Jean Dubarry, was executed for killing his father. Exactly 100 years later, on February 13, the French as well, also named Jean Dubarry, was executed - also for the murder of his father.

Mel Ignatow, the killer who died the same way he killed his girlfriend | Mel Ignatow was a convicted murderer who killed his girlfriend by tying her to a glass table and slicing her. Years later he himself fell on the glass table and died from the cuts.

Dean Martin's son, Dean Paul Martin, was tragically killed in 1987 when the plane he was in crashed into San Gorgonio Mountain in California. What was especially chilling was that ten years before, fellow Rat Pack member Frank Sinatra had lost his mother in a plane crash on that very same mountain!

(January 1980) J.R.R. Tolkien 1 ring to rule them all 9 rings given to men 7 given to the dwarves 3 Given to Elves He died in 1973

October 11, 2010 In July 1975, newspapers on both sides of the Atlantic went nuts over the death of 17-year-old Erskine Lawrence Ebbin, the poor kid having been knocked off his mo ped by a taxi in Hamilton, Bermuda. You see, the previous year his brother was killed ... on the same street. Also by a taxi. Both kids were 17, and they were hit almost one year apart. Oh, and they happened to be driving the same mo ped. The two brothers were killed by the same taxi. With the same driver. Carrying the same passenger. Almost exactly one year later.

The Cork Examiner, 19 November, 1856 ACCIDENT TO MR. HORSMAN, M.P.—We have heard with great regret that a sad accident befell the Chief Secretary while hunting, on Saturday, with the Ward hounds. It appears that in a hard run of some two hours, Mr. Horsman, who is a first-rate rider, was somehow or other thrown from his horse, and while in that state the horse, which was quite tired, rolled over him heavily, and, we understand, severely injured him. No medical attendance was, unfortunately, at hand, but every attention was bestowed on the sufferer which care and solicitude could afford. On inquiry last night at his residence in the Phoenix Park, we ascertained that Surgeon O'Reilly has been in attendance upon the honourable gentleman, and that although he has received considerable injury by the fall, and will necessarily be confined to his apartment for some days, yet the injuries are not of a nature to cause any serious apprehensions. —Freeman.

Troy Leon Gregg was the first man to have his death penalty upheld by the Supreme Court after the decision of Furman v. Georgia, but he didn’t die in prison. Troy Leon Gregg, The Man Who Escaped Death Row Only To Be Murdered The Same Night

Fascinating Coincedence In History by emelisande(m): 1:23pm On Sep 05, 2016 BAD LUCK CAR. In September 1955, James Dean was killed in a horrific car accident whilst he was driving his Porsche sports car. After the crash the car was seen as very unlucky. a) When the car was towed away from accident scene and taken to a garage, the engine slipped out and fell onto a mechanic, shattering both of his legs. b) Eventually the engine was bought by a doctor, who put it into his racing car and was killed shortly afterwards, during a race. Another racing driver, in the same race, was killed in his car, which had James Dean's driveshaft fitted to it. c) When James Dean's Porsche was later repaired, the garage it was in was destroyed by fire. d) Later the car was displayed in Sacramento, but it fell off it's mount and broke a teenager's hip. e) In Oregon, the trailer that the car was mounted on slipped from it's towbar and smashed through the front of a shop. f) Finally, in 1959, the car mysteriously broke into 11 pieces while it was sitting on steel supports.

21st, A BAD DAY. When King Louis XVI of France was a child, he was warned by an astrologer to always be on his guard on the 21st day of each month. On June 21st 1791, following the French revolution, Louis and his queen were arrested in Varennes, whist trying to escape France. On September 21st 1791, France abolished the institution of Royalty and proclaimed itself a republic. Finally on January 21st 1793, King Louis XVI was executed by guillotine.

Fast, Furious, and Gone Too Soon Some things are too ironic to be tasteful: Paul Walker broke through in Hollywood by speeding his way through the Fast and Furious franchise, only to die in a car accident at the age of 40.

Snakebite victim's brother visits village for funeral, gets killed by another snake 🐍 Govind Mishara was killed after being bitten by a snake whilst travelling for his brothers funeral.

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＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 13 They play for a few minutes in silence, the sound of slapping cards the only noise in the room. Hanna's cheerfulness begins to grate on Plankton's nerves, his antennae twitching with each of her exclamations of "Oh!" and "Wow!" every time she wins a round. Karen watches the exchange, her eyes flickering between them. "Plankton," she says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't we take a break?" Plankton sighs, his antennae drooping. "I'm fine," he mutters. Hanna's smile doesn't falter. "It's okay if you need to—" He cuts her off with a glare. "I said I'm fine," he snaps, his voice tight. Karen squeezes his shoulder, her gaze firm. "Plankton," she says, her voice soft but firm. "Take a moment. We're all trying to make this work." Plankton huffs, his antennae stiffening. He knows she's right, but the cast on his leg is a constant reminder of his weakness, and Hanna's cheeriness is grating on his nerves. He takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his frustration. "Okay," he says through gritted teeth. "A break." Hanna's smile doesn't waver. "Great!" she says. "How abo---" Her words are cut off as Plankton swings his cast-covered leg around, wincing slightly as he does so. Hanna watches him, her concern etched on her face. "Careful," she warns gently. "I've got it," Plankton snaps, his pride bruised. He hobbles into his bedroom, his crutches echoing against the tiles. Karen sighs heavily, her eyes following him. "I'm sorry," Hanna says quickly. "I didn't mean to overstep." Karen shakes her head. "No, it's okay," she says. "He's just...going through a tough time." Hanna nods, her eyes filled with empathy. "I can see that," she says. "But he's lucky to have you." Karen smiles sadly. "Thanks, Hanna." They sit in silence for a moment before Karen stands up. "I'll go check on him," she says, leaving the living room. In the bedroom, Plankton is lying on the bed, his crutches leaning against the wall. He looks up as Karen enters, his expression unreadable. "You okay?" she asks, her voice gentle. Plankton shrugs. "I'm fine," he says, his voice clipped. Karen sighs. "You know, you don't have to be tough all the time," she says, sitting beside him. "We're all here to support you." Plankton turns his head to look at her, his single eye studying her face. "I know," he says, his voice softer. "It's just...embarrassing." Karen nods, her hand resting on his arm. "But you're not weak for needing help. It won't be forever." Plankton's eye blinks slowly, his antennae drooping. "I know, but it's just so...humiliating." Karen's grip on his arm tightens. "You're not weak, Plankton," she says firmly. "You're strong. You're going through a tough time, and that's okay." He looks away, his antennae waving slightly. "It's just...I don't like feeling so...so..." He struggles to find the words. "Vulnerable," she fills in gently. He nods, his eye closing. "Exactly." Karen's hand strokes his arm. "We all have our moments," she says. "It's okay to not be okay." Plankton's eye remains closed, his expression thoughtful. "Thanks," he mumbles, his antennae lifting slightly. They sit in companionable silence for a moment before Plankton sighs. "I'm just tired," he says, his voice weary. "Can we just...rest?" Karen nods, her face gentle. "Of course," she says. "Why don't you take a nap? I'll tell Hanna we're taking a break." She stands and leans over to kiss his forehead. "You're doing better than you think," she whispers. Plankton's antennae twitch. "Thanks," he murmurs, his voice soft. He watches as she leaves the room, his mind racing with thoughts. He's not used to feeling so... dependent. But he knows Karen's right. He needs to accept the help and move forward. With a sigh, he closes his eye and tries to comfortable, the cast on his leg feeling like a lead weight. The house is quiet, only the faint hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence. Plankton's mind wanders, thinking about his recovery. He's always been the one to push through, to never let anything hold him back. But this... this was different. He couldn't fight or scheme his way out of a broken leg. After a few moments of contemplation, his eye snaps open. The door creaks slightly as it opens. Hanna pokes her head in, her smile slightly more tentative than before. "Is it okay if I come in?" she asks softly. Plankton nods, his antennae still. "What is it?" Her cheeks flush slightly. "I just wanted to check on you," she says, stepping into the room. "And to...apologize." "For what?" he asks, his voice gruff. Hanna takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I was too enthusiastic," she says, her eyes meeting his. "I just wanted to m-" "Make me feel better?" Plankton finishes for her, his tone sarcastic. Hanna swallows, her smile slightly wobbly. "I guess," she admits. "I just didn't know how else t---" Her words are interrupted by a soft knock on the doorframe. They both look up to see SpongeBob peering in, his face etched with concern. "Hey, buddy," he says gently. "How are you holding up?" Plankton's antennae perk up slightly. "I'm fine," he says. Sponge Bob nods. "Well, if you need anything, just holler," he says before leaving. Hanna looks at Plankton, her eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry," she repeats. "I di-" "Don't," Plankton says, cutting her off. Her smile falters. "What?" "You're being a...jerk." He answers her. Hanna's eyes widen in surprise. "I'm sorry," she stammers. "I didn't mean to be...I just want to make sure yo--" "You're annoying, Hanna! I have enough to deal with without you pestering me," Plankton snaps, his antennae quivering with agitation. Hanna's smile fades, and she takes a step back, her eyes welling with hurt. "I'm sorry," she says again. "I-I-I-I…" But Plankton's not done. "You're just nosy." Hanna's eyes fill with tears, but she fights them back. "I'm just trying to be your friend," she says, her voice shaking. "Get out! I don't need you, and it's none of your business!" Plankton's voice is sharp, his antennae stiff with anger. Hanna's smile crumbles. "Plankton, I just—" she starts, but he interrupts again. "What? Just what, Hanna? You wanna just stick around and gawk at me, or are you gonna go?" His voice is bitter, and she can see the frustration boiling behind his eye. Her smile is completely gone now, replaced by a look of sadness. "You know, Plankton," she says, her voice shaky, "you don't have to—" "Don't tell me what I have to do!" Plankton yells, his small frame trembling. "I know what I need, and it's not you poking your nose into my business!" Hanna's hands clench into fists at her sides. "I'm not poking my nose in," she says, her voice strained. "I'm just trying to help!" Her words are met with silence. Plankton's eye narrows, his antennae quivering with rage. "You think you're helping?" he spits. "You're not. You're just making everything worse. Why can't you just leave me alone?" Hanna's lip quivers, but she squares her shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere," she says firmly. "I care abou–" "You don't care about me," Plankton snaps. "You just want to know what happened so you can be the hero that 'saved' me." His eye glares at her, his antennae vibrating with accusation. "Well, my life doesn't involve you, Hanna. So just stay out of it!" Hanna's eyes brim with tears, but she refuses to let them fall. "I do care," she whispers. "And I'm not trying to be a her-" But Plankton's interrupted her again. "You don't know anything about me," he says, his voice cold. "You're just here because Karen let you, but I don't want you here." Hanna's cheeks flush with hurt. "Plankton, I'm trying to be a good friend, but you're just pushing me aw-" "I don't need a friend like you," Plankton says, his voice hard. "Now get out." Hanna's eyes fill with tears, but she nods, turning to leave. He slams the bedroom door behind her. In the living room Karen looks up to see her, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "Hanna?"

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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 13 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) The living room is dimly lit. But in the center, a disturbing sight awaits: Plankton's convulsions, his tiny body writhing on the floor. His antennae twitch erratically, his eye squeezed shut. "Plankton!" she cries out, rushing to his side. His seizure is intense, his limbs flailing uncontrollably. The room seems to pulse with his distress, a silent scream of neurological turmoil. Chip stands in the doorway, frozen in shock. He's never seen his dad like this, so vulnerable and helpless. The sight of Plankton's tiny form convulsing on the floor fills him with a fear like none other. Karen is already beside Plankton, her hands hovering, knowing better than to restrict his thrashing body. "Mom," Chip says, his voice trembling. "What do we do?" Karen's eyes never leave Plankton's contorted form, her face a mask of calm determination. "We stay here," she says, her voice steady. "We keep talking to him, let him know we care." Chip nods, his own eyes filled with fear. He takes a tentative step forward, his voice shaking. "Dad," he says softly, "it's me, Chip." His words are met with only the sound of Plankton's labored breathing and the muffled thuds of his convulsions. Karen's gaze flicks to Chip, her expression a mix of pride and anxiety. "Good boy," she whispers, before turning back to Plankton. "Shh, baby," she says, her voice soothing, like a lullaby in the chaos. "We're right here." Chip watches his mom, her hands a gentle presence near his dad's body, her voice a lifeline in the storm of his seizure. He wants to help, to do something, anything, but he's paralyzed by fear. Karen's eyes flicker to her son, her expression a silent plea for him to stay calm. She knows Plankton's sensitivity to stimuli, the way his condition can spiral if overwhelmed. "Talk to him," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of his distress. "Tell him you love him." Chip nods, his voice shaking. "Dad," he says, his voice trembling. "I love you." His words hang in the air, a soft contrast to the harsh sounds of Plankton's seizure. Plankton's body continues to convulse, but Karen notices his antennae twitch slightly, his eye fluttering open for a moment before it squeezes shut again. She sighs with relief, knowing he can hear them. "Keep talking," she whispers to Chip, her eyes never leaving Plankton. "Tell him you're here for him, that you're sorry." Chip swallows hard, his throat tight with fear. "Dad, I'm sorry," he says, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean to make things worse." Plankton's antennae quiver slightly, his seizure lessening but not abating. Karen's eyes are filled with desperation as she whispers, "Keep talking, Chip. He needs to hear it." Chip's voice is shaky, his eyes never leaving his father's trembling form. "I'm sorry for what I said," he murmurs. "I didn't mean to hurt you." His words are a gentle coax, trying to guide Plankton back from the edge of his breakdown. Karen's eyes are glued to Plankton's seizing body, "It's okay, baby," she says, her tone a soothing melody. "You're not alone." Chip watches his mom's steady hands hover over his dad's shaking form. He takes a deep breath, his voice a shaky thread. "I'm sorry," he repeats, his words a quiet promise. Karen's eyes flick to him, a silent thank you. The room seems to hold its breath, the air charged with hope and dread. Plankton's convulsions start to ease, his breaths coming in shallower gasps. Karen's hand reaches out, brushing his twitching antennae with a gentle touch, a silent reassurance. Chip's voice is a soft whisper, a beacon in the storm of his father's distress. "I'm sorry, Dad," he says, his eyes brimming with tears. "I don't want to fight." Karen's hand rests gently on Plankton's back, her touch as light as a feather. "It's okay, sweetie," she says, her voice a soothing lullaby. "We're here for you." Plankton's seizure starts to subside, his body gradually stilling. His antennae drop, his breaths slowing. The tension in the room eases like the retreating waves of a storm. Karen's hand remains on his back, her eyes filled with a love that's fierce and tender. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice a soft caress. "You're safe now." Her words are a gentle reminder that their love is his anchor. Plankton's body relaxes gradually, his antennae stilling. His eye opens, slowly focusing on Karen's face. His voice is weak, his words a soft rasp. "K-Karen?" "I'm here," she says, her voice calm, her hand still on his back. "You're okay." Her eyes are filled with a love that's stronger than steel, her presence a comforting weight. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye blinking rapidly as the world swims back into focus. He looks up at her, his gaze uncertain. "I... I-I'm s-sorry," he whispers, his voice a reed in the wind. Karen's eyes are filled with pain and love. She gently guides him to sit up, her arms supporting him. "Don't be sorry," she says, her voice a balm. "We just need to talk." Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye searching hers. "Talk?" he repeats, his voice weak. "Yes," Karen says firmly, her arms around him. "We need to communicate better, all of us." Her gaze includes Chip, who's still standing awkwardly in the doorway, his eyes fixed on his father. Chip's heart pounds in his chest, his fear giving way to determination. He moves to his mother's side, his hand tentatively reaching out to his father's arm. "Dad," he says, his voice a gentle touch. Plankton's body jerks at his son's touch, but Karen's calming presence helps him steady. His antennae quiver, his eye flickering between his wife and son, the confusion giving way to a hint of understanding. "Chip?" he asks, his voice a whisper. Chip nods, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "Yeah, Dad," he says, his voice cracking. "It's me." He takes a deep breath, his hand shaking slightly as it rests on Plankton's arm. "I didn't mean what I said." Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye blinking rapidly as he tries to process the situation. "You... you didn't?" he stammers, his voice filled with disbelief. Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "Chip didn't mean it, Plankton," she says soothingly. "He's just scared, and he loves you." Plankton's antennae droop, his eye misting with tears. "But I scared him," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "And you." Karen's eyes are filled with compassion as she shakes her head. "It's not your fault, baby," she says gently. "Your autism doesn't make you a monster." Chip nods, his hand still on his father's arm, his voice steady. "Dad, I know it's not your fault," he says, his eyes meeting Plankton's. "I'm sorry for not understanding." Plankton's antennae lift slightly, his eye focusing on Chip's face. "You do?" he whispers, hope flickering in his gaze. Chip nods, his own eyes brimming with tears. "I do," he affirms, his voice stronger. "I'm here for you, Dad." Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye searching Chip's face for signs of sincerity. The silence in the room is heavy, a tangible entity filled with unspoken words and apologies. Then, ever so slightly, Plankton's antennae bob, a sign of his acceptance. "Okay," he says, his voice still shaky. "We'll talk." Karen's eyes fill with relief, a soft smile playing on her lips. She squeezes his arm gently. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude. "We're in this together."

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TO SEE OR NOT TO SEE (by NeuroFabulous) 𓇼 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑 🕊️🩰🐚 Pt. 13 "Okay," Plankton murmured, his antennae drooping. "Step by step." Karen nodded, her grip on his hand tight. "We'll get through this." Penny nods. "We've various ways to administer the local anesthetic," she says, her voice soothing. "Which one do you prefer?" Plankton's stims decrease slightly, his eye blinking rapidly as he considers. "The gel," he murmurs. She nods. "Okay. So after the gel, we'll give it a few minutes to work, and then we'll start the extraction process. So for that, we'll have you leave your mouth open as we get a tool used to cut the g-" He jerks back. "No," he says, his antennae quivering. "No cutting. No poking. No tools." His voice is desperate, his eye wide with fear. Karen's eyes searched Dr. Coral's, silently pleading for understanding. She knew his sensitivity to pain was exacerbated by his autism. "Is there another way?" she asks, her voice even. Dr. Coral nodded. "We can consider IV sedation," she said. "It's something we offer to patients with severe anxiety or sensory issues. But I think general anesthesia's our best bet. It's like laughing gas, nitrous oxide yet it'll simply keep him asleep during the whole procedure." Karen felt a weight lift from her shoulders. "Okay," she said. "We can do that." Dr. Coral nodded. "Good. We'll schedule you for general anesthesia. It'll be easier on everyone. Tomorrow morning works for you?" Karen nodded. "Yes, we'll make it here, bright and early." The drive home was silent, the tension in the car thick as the kelp outside. Plankton was curled in his seat, his body tight with residual fear. Chip's mind raced, trying to process everything that had happened. His dad, so strong and sure, had crumpled before his eyes like a discarded piece of paper. Once home, Karen helped Plankton to the couch. Chip hovered nearby, his eyes darting between his parents, unsure of what to do. "Why don't you go play in your room," Karen suggested, her voice gentle. "Let me take care of your dad." He nodded, retreating to his room with a heavy heart. The silence in the house was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos of the dentist's office. Karen helped Plankton pick out a blanket and a stuffed animal, comfort items, for the oral surgery tomorrow. Plankton's stims were more pronounced as he tried to process the information. "It'll be okay," she whispered. He nodded, his antennae still twitching. "We'll be there with you," she assured him. "Every step of the way." Early the next day Karen got up so she could take Plankton back for his wisdom teeth removal procedure. He was already awake, his antennae twitching with nervous energy. Chip also will go with them. Plankton sat up front with his blanket and plush. Karen squeezed his hand. "Remember, sweetie, it's going to be okay." He nodded, his antennae drooping slightly as he turned to look out the window. Chip sat in the back, his eyes glued to his father's reflection. They arrived at the dental clinic, and the receptionist looked up, her smile faltering slightly at the sight of Plankton's agitation. "Dr. Coral is almost ready, so have a seat in the waiting area." As they all sat, Plankton started rocking back and forth, his stims increasing with each moment that ticked by. "Hnnn," Plankton hums. Karen's eyes searched the room for anything that might help calm him, but the bright lights and the cacophony of sounds only seemed to exacerbate his discomfort. The fish flipping through magazines, the TV playing a children's show, the distant whine of a drill from a different room—each element a potential minefield for his sensitive senses. Chip watched his dad, his throat tight with anxiety. He'd never seen him like this, so vulnerable and frightened. Karen reached over and placed a tentative hand on Plankton's shoulder. "It's okay," she whispered, but Plankton flinched away, his antennae quivering. Karen understood. Plankton's in need of his space, and she wouldn't push him. She knew today's particularly overwhelming. Dr. Coral called them back, and Plankton's body stiffened. Karen stood up, her arm around his waist, guiding him toward the open door. "Let's go, sweetie," she murmured. "It's time. Chip will stay here in the waiting room, okay?" The surgery room was a stark contrast to the waiting area. The lights were dimmer, the sounds softer. The smell of antiseptic was faint, but it was enough to make Plankton's antennae twitch with anxiety. Karen noticed and whispered, "You can keep your plushie with you." He nodded, his grip on the stuffed animal tight. They approached the exam chair, and he allowed Karen to help him climb up. The nurse, a kind octopus named Octavia, smiled. "Hi! I'll make sure you're comfy and snoozing while Dr. Coral takes out the wisdom teeth. She told me about your needs and we've the gas, okay? And Karen will stay with you the whole time." Plankton's antennae stopped twitching momentarily, his eye blinking rapidly as he tried to process her words. "You'll stay?" he asked, his voice small, hopeful. Karen nodded. "I'll be here." He held out his hand for her to hold and she took it. The stuffed plush was in his other arm. The nurse, Octavia, prepared a mouth prop. "This is going to help keep your mouth open comfortably," she explained, her voice gentle. "It's soft, and it won't pinch." Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye narrowing. It looked like a pair of plastic salad tongs. He opened his mouth and allowed her to place it gently. Dr. Coral entered, her smile reassuring. "Ready?" she asked. Plankton nodded, his antennae still. Karen took his hand, squeezing it tight.

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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 13 (Autistic author) Plankton's antennae twitch slightly in her direction, his eye not quite focusing on her. "Sandy," he murmurs, his voice still flat. Sandy nods, her own heart racing. She's seen his fiery spirit, his sharp mind, but this Plankton is a puzzle of patterns and sensitivity. She takes a deep breath, trying to mirror Karen's calm. "Hi, Plankton," she says slowly, her voice a gentle wave lapping at the shore. He looks at her, his antennae twitching slightly. "Sandy," he murmurs, his voice still devoid of its usual inflection. Sandy's eyes well up with tears. "Hey buddy," she says, her voice a gentle ripple in the calm waters of his room. "How are you feeling?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, as if trying to interpret the meaning behind her words. His eye blinks, focusing on her face. "Okay," he says, his voice a monotone as he sits up. Sandy nods, her heart aching. "Do you remember earlier today when you threw the tantrum?" Plankton's antennae wave erratically, his eye widening. "No," he says, his voice strained. "But now, Plankton feels... angry." The room seems to shrink around him as his frustration boils over. Sandy doesn't realize. "You're not gonna throw another tantrum, are you?" With a sudden burst of energy, he leaps to his feet, his voice a guttural howl. "No, no, no!" Sandy's eyes widen in shock. "Plankton wh..." But she's cut off by his verbal tsunami, a rage-filled torrent of words she's never heard from him before. "No, Sandy, NOT AGAIN!" he yells. "IT'S NOT A TANTRUM!" The room seems to shiver with the force of his voice, and Sandy's eyes widen in shock, her paws trembling. "I'm sorry, Plankton," she stammers, her voice quavering. "I didn't mean..." But he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. "It's not a game, Sandy! It's not for fun!" The room seems to shrink around him, his words a storm raging in the quiet sanctity of his bedroom. Sandy flinches back, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "Sandy not understand!" Plankton screams, his small body shaking with the intensity of his frustration. "And not about the Krabby Patty formula anymore! SANDY, STOP!" Sandy's eyes widen in fear, her heart racing. This isn't the Plankton she knows. His rage is uncontrolled, his voice a knife cutting through the calm. "Plankton, please," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I just...I want to understand." But Plankton is beyond reason, his eye wild with frustration. "It's not a tantrum!" he screams, his antennae quivering with rage. Karen moves quickly, placing herself between Plankton and Sandy, her body a shield. "Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle breeze against the storm of his rage. "You're upset. It's okay." Sandy sighs. "Is he gonna throw another..." "NO!" Plankton shouts, his voice like thunder in the small space. "It's not a tantrum!" Karen's eyes are filled with a mix of fear and determination as she intervenes. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soothing balm, cutting through the storm of his anger. "You're upset, and that's okay. But please, let's talk about it calmly." Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye flickering between Karen and Sandy. His chest heaves with the effort to contain his rage, his body a coiled spring ready to snap. Karen's voice remains steady, a lighthouse in his chaotic sea. "Let's talk about it," she repeats, her tone soothing. Plankton's body relaxes slightly, his antennae still twitching with residual anger. "It's not a tantrum," he says, his voice a harsh whisper. "It's...overwhelming." Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I know, sweetheart," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "Let's talk about it." Sandy watches from the sidelines, her heart still racing. She's seen Plankton's fiery spirit, his sharp intellect, but this new side of him is frightening. "But..." "It's his autism," Karen explains gently, her hand on his shoulder. "He can't always handle the world's chaos. And I understand you meant to see if he's okay..." "NOT A TANTRUM! NO MORE, ENOUGH SANDY!" Plankton snaps. "I'm just telling her not to say it. What other wording can we use instead, Plankton?" Karen rubs his arm. Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye searching his brain for a solution. "Shutdown," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "Spasm's, Pauses. Moment or mishap. Yes, yes." Sandy nods, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. "I'll remember that," she says, her voice soft. "I'm sorry, Plankton. I didn't mean to upset you." Plankton's antennae slowing. "I'm sorry Plankton," he mumbles, his voice exhausted. Karen nods, her screen filled with love. "It's okay, love," she says, helping him sit back down. "You're okay." Plankton nods, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his outburst. Sandy watches him, her eyes wide with understanding. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her heart heavy with regret. Plankton's antennae quiver slightly. "Well, I best be going," Sandy says.

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daily reminder that you are a kid until you are 18 🫧🧋💟✨🎀🎀🎀🎀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠐⠒⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣜⣶⠬⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⢍⡺⣄⡀⠤⠴⣻⢣⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⡀⠤⠄⣀⣀⣀⡠⢤⡇⢣⠃⣀⣠⡆⠈⣇⢎⠦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢀⣎⠔⠈⢀⡊⠐⠂⢸⡄⣧⡆⣞⠁⢿⣿⠸⡾⡅⡰⠉⠀⠯⠉⠁⢐⣄⠀⠀ ⢠⠮⠄⡤⠔⠋⠁⠀⢀⡼⡿⢨⣭⣇⡀⠀⡸⢠⠗⣞⣷⠀⣀⠀⠈⠢⣀⠈⢆⠀ ⠀⠑⢦⣄⠀⣀⡠⠴⠋⠀⣻⠤⡿⡁⠿⠿⠳⠃⢠⠁⠩⡢⣀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠑⠺⡄ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠻⢦⠬⠄⢚⠿⠀⠈⠱⢀⡀⣀⡀⠁⠀⣠⠣⠈⠑⠲⡤⢄⠀⢠⠆ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡀⠈⣼⠶⠂⠀⠀⢙⡿⠓⠊⠀⢈⢻⠒⠥⣠⡥⠧⠤⠒⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⣸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⠁⠀⠀⠈⡙⡄⠀⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣼⡴⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⣀⣴⠀⠀⠀⢸⠄⠀⠀⣰⣄⠀⢾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⢿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠘⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⡠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⢿⣿⣷⣶⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢻⣢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⠿⠃⢀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠻⠀⠈⠙⠾⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣃⡴⠃⠀⠀⠀⠸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡅⠀⠀⡰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣠⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠄⢀⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣲⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣧⣸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡏⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⣠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣶⡀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣇⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣷⠟⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢘⠀

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Hey this is my introduction to become friends (or more) if you want to be my friend, my DISCORD IS: vampirecrabv Name: I will tell u when u add me Stuff: Im a girl and a lesbian, i love hazbin hotel and dungeon meshi, i can be extremely horny at times so be aware of that, im extremely loyal in friendships and relationships and i promise to treat you right :) Im a bottom or a switch idk but aside from everything sexual i love lovey dovey sweet girls, i love music and drawing aswell cause those are my hobbies, i love nature and animals and obviously women, i might be a little awkward but i love to call like voice call and stuff, purple pink and green are the best colors, anyways a said enough, byebye!❤️🧡🤍🩷💜

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there will be no explanation, just ℜ𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 (taylor's version)

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

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

cruel summer 🍹

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ᵀᵉʳᵐᶤᶰᵒˡᵒᵍʸ ᴹᵒᶰᵒᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᶤᶜ – ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ⁽ᵗʸᵖᶤᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʷᵒ⁾ ᶠᵉᵗᵘˢᵉˢ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖˡᶤᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᶤᶰᵍˡᵉ ᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᵉ ᴰᶤᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᶤᶜ – ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ⁽ᵗʸᵖᶤᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʷᵒ⁾ ᶠᵉᵗᵘˢᵉˢ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʷᵒ ᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᵉˢ ᴾᵒˡʸᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᶤᶜ – ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ᶠᵒᵉᵗᵘˢᵉˢ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʷᵒ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᵉˢ ᵀᵉʳᵐˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ᵇᶤʳᵗʰˢ ᶤᶰ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉˡʸ ᵈᵉʳᶤᵛᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᵃᵗᶤᶰ ᶰᵃᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶰᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˢˑ ᵀʷᵒ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ ⁽ᵗʷᶤᶰˢ⁾ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᶰ ᶠᵒʳᵐ˒ ⁹ ⁽ᶰᵒᶰᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ⁾ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉˢᵗ ᶰᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᶜᵃʳʳᶤᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵃᵗ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʳᵉᶰ ˢᵘʳᵛᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵒᶰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ᵒˡᵈˑ ᵀʷᵒ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵗʷᶤᶰˢ ᵀʰʳᵉᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵗʳᶤᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᵃᵈʳᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᶤᵛᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᶤᶰᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᶤˣ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉˣᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉᵖᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴱᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵒᶜᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴺᶤᶰᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᶰᵒᶰᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴱˡᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵘᶰᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀʷᵉˡᵛᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵈᵘᵒᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀʰᶤʳᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵗʳᶤᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᵃᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᶤᶠᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᶤᶰᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᶤˣᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉˣᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉᵖᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴱᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵒᶜᵗᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴺᶤᶰᵉᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᶰᵒᶰᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀʷᵉᶰᵗʸ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᶤᶜᵒˢᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ

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