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"but theres kids here!" yea i also dont give a fuck, they'll only see this when they search it up, or they go to the tags. end of the fucking topic. let them be, they're gonna know anyways bruh so yea i fr wrote this when i was sleepy, ill also post more, just search generalickass ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘᵐᵈᵘᵐᵖ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ by generalickass ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs, ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴀɪɴᴛ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs. sᴇᴠᴇɴ-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʙʀɪsᴋʟʏ, ʜᴇʀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴜɴᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ sɴᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ: ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜɪᴘ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, sᴀғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜɴᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍ, ʏᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄ ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴘ, ᴍᴜsᴛʏ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɪɴᴛ ᴡʜɪғғ ᴏғ ᴜʀɪɴᴇ. ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ʀᴏsᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs. ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴏʀ, ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ, ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ʜɪs ɢʀɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛᴇᴇʟ. "ɪᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ," ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ. "ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ." ᴇᴍɪʟʏ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀs. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜɪʀᴍ ғʀᴇᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ; ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀs ɪғ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴘʜᴀsɪᴢᴇ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇᴀᴛ ғʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜɪs ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅs sᴋɪᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴇsʜ, ᴄᴜᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜɪᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛɪɴɢʟɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢs, ᴀ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ sᴇɴsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ. "sᴇᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ғᴜɴ," ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғʟᴇᴡ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏᴄᴜs ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ, ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀʀɪғɪᴄ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴍɪɴɢʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛs ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇsᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜsʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ. ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ. ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴀs ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɢᴀsᴘs ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴇᴡ. ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ɴᴜᴍʙ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢ. sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙʟᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴏᴏғ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ, sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ. "ʜᴇʀᴇ," ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ. "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ." sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, sᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. sʟᴏᴡʟʏ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴜɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜɪɴᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ, sᴇᴇᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʀᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ, sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀɴᴋʟʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ sᴀᴛɪsғɪᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇᴅ ʙɪʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs," ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ. ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ; sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ. ᴅᴀʏs ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴇᴡ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. sʜᴇ sᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏsᴛs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴠɪsɪᴛs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛ, ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ. sᴏ sʜᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀs ɪғ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ 𝟼 ʏʀs ᴏʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴs ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏs ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴏɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴘᴀss ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪs ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘɪss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪɴ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ, sʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙᴇᴅ, ᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ, ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜɪs, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇɴ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ 𝟼 ʏʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴏᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴍᴇɴ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏғ ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʙᴜᴛ ǫᴜɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsɴᴇss, ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙᴇᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴜʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ's ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ᴅɪsᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴏғ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ sʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴀ 𝟻 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀss ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴜᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ʜɪs ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜim ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 𝟻 ʏʀs ᴏʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ 𝟽 ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs 𝟻, sʜᴇ ᴡs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʜɪs ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀғʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘɪss ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴍ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪs ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʀᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴇᴊᴀᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴜᴅʟʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ , ᴀs ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛs ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘs, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴇɴᴅs. lol

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🤓 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕓 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 👕 👖

≼^•⩊•^≽ ^_^ ≼^-⩊-^≽ tsoper マ⎚-⎚ᐠ/ �🔥🔥🔥� !NOTTUB TROPER A SDEEN ETISBEW SIHT

♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ |￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣| | Da story of a | | Lil bunny | ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ . ⊹ ₊ __ ♡ ⊂⊂ • ) / | ⊂_﹏u "Ooo a heart!" /) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ♡ /づ づ *Catches heart* /)/) ( ˶•༝•) ୭( づ♡ "Yay! Oh this looks fragile..." /)/) ( ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈) c( づ♡ "Dw! I will keep you safe" ᐢ⑅ᐢ (\ (\ ( ˶• ༝ •˶) ( ˶• ༝ •˶) /づ~ ♡ ♡~<\ *fall in luv* /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) o( づ♡⊂ )o ★ ⁺. ⊹ . ⊹ ★ ⁺. ⊹ ★⁺. (\_(\ /)_/) ( ) ( ) / | | \ ( O | | O ) ♡𝐿𝓊𝓋 𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇♡ (\(\_/) (-( ) *with another girl * (>( ) (\__(\ *𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕡* (o _ o ) (/) (\ ) /) /) ( . . ) ( づ💔 ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ… Pt2 Me Ex (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) ( . .) <(...) (ა૮ )o (ა💌 (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) (‧ ‧ ) (ა૮ )o (ა💌 (\(\ (\(\ (,,0 0)(- -,,) ( ა૮💌૮ )o ____________________ | Im sorry. | | pls pls pls | | forgive me. | |ik what u did, but | |my life is not the same | |without u. | | - Ex...❤️‍🩹 | |___________________| "Hmm" (\_/) 💕 ( •-•)💕 />💌 "My heart! It's fixed!" /)/) ( . .) c( づ♡ "Thank you... i forgive!" ♡ ∩∩ （„• ֊ •„)♡ /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) ( づ💗⊂ ) 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇♡ ☆ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ପ(„• ༝ •„)ଓ ┏━∪∪━━━━━━━━━━━━ Da end

/)/) ( . .) "eatz" /づ 🧁 /)/) (\(\ ( • •)? (• • ) can i pwease eat that too /づ🧁 vv \ (\(\ (\(\ ( • •)No.(• • ) 🧁⊂\ vv \ (\(\ (\(\ ( • •)(• • ) give me that! 🧁⊂\ ⊂ \ /)/) (\(\ ( 0 0) Noo! (. . ) / づ 🧁⊂\ "sad" /)/) (\(\ ( . .)"" (• • ) / vv 🧁⊂\ /)/) (\(\ ( • •)? (. . ) Ok fine, u can have it. / vv 🧁⊂\ /)/) (\(\ ( ᵔ ᵔ)thx! (. . )"" / づ🧁 vv \ btw we can share if u want! /)/) (\(\ ( ᵔ ᵔ) (• • ) huh..? / づ🧁 vv \ /)/) (\(\ ( ᵔ ᵔ) (ᵔ ᵔ ) okay! / づ🧁⊂ \ 🎀🐀

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ boop へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ 、˜〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ owww へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ 、˜〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ *crying* へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ ^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ *thinks about what he just did* へ ╱| ૮ ° °) (> < 7 *still crying* / ⁻ ៸ 、^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ im sorry mimi へ ╱| ૮ - - ) (> < 7 *sniffs* “I-i-its o-ok” / ^ ៸ 、^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ R we still friends? へ ╱| ૮ •. • ) (• • 7 ofc! / ^ ៸ , ‘〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ The End 💖

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hey so im an 11 yr old and I’m traumatised. what kind of disgusting weirdos put these kinda 18+ content? im so fking traumatised i might not even come in this site again. please. stop all this weird sht. you can put all your ‘p0rns’ in some other site, but an emoji site? are yall dumb or what.

story i wrote while in class :p ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘜𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘡𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 . 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘷𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬—𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. “𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.” 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳— “𝘔𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.” 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬…” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬— “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.” ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ search ( lovelyangel.) for more storues written by me

WAIT WAIT WAIT... GROSS ??? I'VE SEEN PPL SAY THEY'VE SEEN GROSS STUFF ? EVEN P0RN, S3X N ALL OF THOSE ????? message : the people who r doing all of those nasty stuff, pls stop. its absolutely disgusting. as a 9 year old girl, i didnt see those inappropriate things (i'm safe) but still stop.

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