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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 1 (Neurodivergent author) "What's for dinner tonight?" Karen asks her husband Plankton the kitchen. "I'm trying out something new today!" He replies. Plankton moves about with surprising grace for his small size. Karen watches, admiring his enthusiasm despite her skepticism of his culinary skills. "Careful with that pan!" she calls out, noticing the way he flips it in the air. But it's too late. The pan slips from his grip, and as it hits his head with a deafening clang, Plankton crumples to the floor, out cold. Karen sprints to the kitchen and crouches beside her unconscious husband. "Plankton! Wake up!" she says, shaking him gently. His eye remains closed. She notices his pulse and breathing so at least he's alive. She scans him and the results show he acquired Autism. She's heard about it, how interactions with others are hard and how sensory shutdown can cause episodes similar to a seizure. Panic starts to set in. She has to get him to the couch. With a deep breath, she hoists his limp body over her shoulder and carries him carefully to the couch. She lays him down, his head resting on a pillow she grabbed on the way. Karen's attention is solely on Plankton. She strokes his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his pulse beneath her fingertips. The house feels too quiet, the air thick with concern. Her eyes dart around the room, looking for anything that might help him feel comfortable. Karen starts to hum a lullaby, hoping the tune might calmly wake him. Only the next afternoon does Plankton start to wake. His eye began to flutter open. "What happened?" he mumbles. Karen smiles, relieved. "You had a bad fall in the kitchen. Do you remember anything?" Plankton's eye widens as his hand shoots to the spot on his head where the pan had hit. "Oh, cooking, right?" His voice is groggy, his memory foggy. "Yes, but let's not worry about that now," Karen says, squeezing his hand. She notices his confusion, the way his gaze flits around the room, searching for clues. "You acquired Autism." Plankton blinks a few times, taking in the soft light and the worried face of his wife. He tries to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washes over him. "Autism?" he repeats, the word foreign on his tongue. Karen nods gently. "It's ok, Plankton," she says, her voice soothing. The revelation hangs heavily in the air between them. Plankton's mind races. The room seems to spin as he tries to process the news. Rocking back and forth, he starts to self-soothe, a common behavior among those with autism when overwhelmed. Karen, who has read about this, understands it's his brain's way of coping with the onslaught of new information and sensations. "It's ok," she whispers, her voice steady. "You can stim however you need to." Her words act like a key unlocking a door. Plankton's hands begin to flap, and he lets out a soft hum, a melody that fills the silent room. "It's ok," she says softly, "Stim if it helps." The rhythmic motion and soothing sound of Karen's voice help to calm him down. He stops flapping, but the hum continues, a gentle echo in the quiet. Plankton's eye locks onto hers, searching for comfort. "I'm here," she says, her tone a gentle reassurance. Suddenly, his eye lit up as he repeats her words, "You're here," his voice a mirror of hers. It's echolalic, a common trait in those with autism, where they repeat sounds or phrases. "You're here," he repeats, over and over, the phrase becoming a comforting mantra. His palilalic speech is a bridge between the overwhelming confusion and the familiar presence of his wife. Karen nods. She's read that palilalic repetition can be soothing for those with autism. "You're here," Plankton says again, his voice growing stronger with each repetition. The words become a rhythm, a heartbeat of reassurance that he clings to as the world swims into focus. Plankton's eye refocus on Karen's screen, and a tiny smile appears as he understands her acceptance. He starts to rock more comfortably, matching the rhythm of his humming. The house feels like a sanctuary, a bubble wrapped around them, their shared breaths the only sound. Karen's eyes well up with tears, but she holds them back, not wanting to interrupt this moment. His humming gradually fades into silence, and he looks at Karen. "We'll figure it out," she says firmly, her voice a lifeline in the stormy sea of uncertainty. "We'll learn about Autism and adjust our lives. You're not alone in this, Plankton." Her words seem to anchor him. He takes a deep breath, and his body relaxes against the couch cushions. "Thank Karen," he whispers, his voice cracking. Karen nods, blinking away her own unshed tears. "We're going to be okay," she says, more to convince herself than anything. Plankton's smile grows a little wider, and his hand reaches for hers. "What's next?" he asks, his voice still weak but steady. Karen rises from the floor and moves to the bookshelf. Her fingers trace the spines, landing on a worn-out book titled "The Art of Cooking." She pulls it out gently and holds it out to him. Plankton's eye lights up at the familiar sight. It's his favorite book, filled with recipes and notes he's collected over the years. He takes it with trembling hands, feeling the weight of the pages. "Let's start slow," Karen suggests, sitting beside him on the couch. "We'll go through the book together, and maybe we'll find something simple for tomorrow's dinner." Plankton nods, flipping through the pages with newfound carefulness. "How about we start with spaghetti?" Karen offers, pointing to a simple illustration on the page. It's a dish they've made together countless times. "Spaghetti," he repeats, the word like a warm blanket around his new reality. "How about we start with spaghetti.." They spend the rest of the day going through the book, discussing ingredients and steps, Karen explaining things in a way that's easy for Plankton to understand. His focus intensifies, his eye lighting up with every new piece of information. The kitchen accident seems like a distant memory, replaced by the comforting familiarity of cooking.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 8 (Neurodivergent author) The candle's light flickers, painting shadows across the walls like a silent sonnet. The whispers from the kitchen are a distant lullaby, a reminder of the world outside their cocoon. Plankton's antennae hang limp, a declaration of his surrender to sleep's embrace. Eventually Hanna's friends all left. Hanna herself goes up to Karen and Plankton. "I'm sorry," she says brimming with tears. "I didn't know." Her voice is a whisper, a soft wave against the shore. Karen nods, her screen never leaving Plankton's peaceful form. "It's ok," Karen whispers back, her voice gentle. "It's just part of him." Hanna nods. Plankton's snores are the only sound, a symphony of comfort in the quiet. Hanna's screen is full of apology as she sits beside them on the couch. "I had no idea," she says, her voice a soft ripple. "How can I help?" Karen smiles, her screen never leaving Plankton's sleeping form. "Just being here is enough," she murmurs, her voice a gentle tide. Hanna nods, understanding dawning in her eyes. Plankton's antennae are a testament to his peace, finally still against her neck. His snores are the rhythm of the deep sea, a soothing melody that fills the quiet space. The room is a sanctuary of soft light and gentle whispers. Hanna's screen watch them. "I'll make up the guest room," she says, her voice a soft ripple. "You guys should stay the night." Karen nods, her screen still on Plankton's peaceful face. "Thank you, Hanna," she whispers, the words a gentle wave of gratitude. Karen turns her attention back to Plankton. "Hey," she whispers. "You ok?" Plankton's eye opens, a sliver of the room's light reflecting in his pupil. "Mm-hmm," he murmurs. Karen smiles, a soft moon in the night of his worries. "We're staying the night," she whispers. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye widening slightly. "But...the chum," he mumbles, his voice a distant echo in the calm. "Don't worry," Karen reassures him, her voice a gentle lullaby. "We'll go back home tomorrow." His antennae relax, the tension easing from his body like a wave retreating from the shore. "Ok," he whispers. Karen nods, her smile a beacon in the quiet. "Let's get you to bed," she says, her voice a soft current. With care, she lifts him, his body a delicate coral reef in her arms. They move through the house, each step a gentle wave that carries them closer to the guest room. Plankton's antennae sway slightly with the motion, his eye half-open as he takes in the surroundings. The hallways are a maze of shadows, the lights dimmed to a comforting glow. Hanna has cleared a path for them, a silent guardian in the night. Karen's heart swells with gratitude as they enter the guest room, the quiet sanctuary waiting for them. The bed is a vast ocean, the sheets a soft embrace that welcomes Plankton's weary body. She lowers him onto the cool surface, his antennae drooping with relief. Her eyes are a lighthouse, guiding him through the transition. The room is a cocoon of softness, the curtains drawn like the sea's embrace. Karen's hands are a gentle tide, helping him into the bed. The pillows are clouds for his antennae to rest upon, the comforter a warm, enveloping current. His body sighs with relief, the weight of the evening's chaos finally lifted. Karen tucks him in, her screen a soft glow in the quiet darkness. "Good night, Plankton," she whispers, her voice a gentle lapping wave.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 9 (Neurodivergent author) The next morning, Karen wakes up first. She and Plankton are still at Hanna's house. The room is a soft embrace of morning light, the curtains pulled back like the veil of a bride. She carefully extricates herself from the tangle of limbs, not wanting to wake him. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, a gentle reminder of his constant vigilance, even in rest. Karen moves quietly, seeing Hanna already up. "How's he doing?" Hanna whispers, her voice a soft splash in the morning calm. Karen turns, her eyes a mirror of the quiet sea outside. "He's sleeping," she says, her voice a soothing ripple. Plankton stirs, his antennae twitching with the first whispers of consciousness. The room's soft light is a gentle tide, easing him into the day. His eye opens. Karen is there, her smile a ray of sunlight piercing the morning's soft shadows. "Hey," she says, her voice a gentle ripple. "How are you feeling?" Plankton blinks, his antennae slowly rising like the dawn. "K-Karen," he mumbles, his voice a quiet wave against the shore. Hanna followed Karen in to the room. "Just let him wake up," Karen murmurs. Her screen is a soft sea, full of concern for Plankton. Hanna nods, her curiosity like a rock in the tide of her understanding. "I've never seen anything like yesterday before," she says, her voice a whisper. "When I saw the seizure..." Her words trail off, the memory a storm cloud in the room's serenity. Karen nods. "It's like his brain gets overwhelmed and just...short- circuits." Hanna's screen is a canvas of curiosity, her eyes wide as the sea. "What causes it?" she asks, her voice a gentle probe. Karen sighs, her screen a soft glow. "His brain can't always handle the overstimulation." Hanna nods, her gaze sliding to Plankton, who is sitting up. "You mean like a meltdown?" The word hits him like a tidal wave, his antennae snapping to attention. "Don't say that," he snaps, his voice a crack of thunder in the room's calm. "Never call it a 'meltdown' or a 'seizure'!" Karen's eyes widen, a silent ocean of surprise. Hanna's cheerfulness fades like the dawn. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice a retreating wave. Plankton's antennae snap back, a barricade of hurt. "They're just words, Plankton," Hanna says, her voice tentative. He turns away, his antennae quivering. "I can't control it." The room's peace is a shattered coral reef, the waves of his emotion crashing through. Karen sits beside him, her hand a comforting current on his back. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft whisper. "It's ok to be upset." Her words are a lighthouse beam, guiding him through the fog of his fears. "Those words are just descriptions. They don't define you. What words would you like them to be called instead?" He thinks for a moment, his antennae twitching with the effort. "How about...'overwhelming moments'?" he suggests, his voice a soft lapping wave of hope. "Pauses, spasms.." Karen nods, her eyes a gentle smile. "That's a beautiful way to put it," she says, her voice a soothing current. "Would you like me to use that instead?" Plankton turns to her, his antennae quivering with hope. "Yes," he whispers, his voice a soft wave. "Would like to use that instead."
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 10 (Neurodivergent author) COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 10 (Neurodivergent author) The room holds its breath, a suspended moment of understanding. Hanna nods, her smile a gentle ripple across her screen. "Ok," she says, her voice a soft echo. "Overwhelming moments it is." Plankton starts to rock slightly, they both notice. Hanna watches, her curiosity piqued. "What's with the rocking?" she asks, her voice a soft ripple of inquiry. Karen looks at her, her eyes a gentle wave of patience. "It's called self-stimulation, or 'stimming' for short," she explains. "It's a way for Plankton to regulate his senses." "But why?" Karen's smile is a soft sunrise, illuminating the room with patience. "It helps him process the world," she explains, her voice a gentle tide of understanding. "It's like a lullaby for his senses." Hanna nods, her curiosity like a tide that won't recede. "But it's not like he's just throwing a fit?" she asks, her voice a cautious wave. Plankton's rocking abruptly stops at her wording, his antennae snapping to attention like whips in a storm. His face is a mask of hurt, his voice a sharp coral when he speaks. "Don't you dare say that," Plankton snaps, his eye brimming with tears of sadness. "How could you?" Hanna's eyes widen, the room's calm shattered like a wave on the shore. "I didn't mean to..." Her words are drowned out by Plankton's sobs. "Why'd you say that?" he whispers, wiping his tears. "I didn't mean it like that," she says, her voice gaining volume. "I just don't understand..." Her words are a storm, cutting off his air like a sudden squall. Plankton's having an absence seizure, his body frozen like a statue in the middle of a tempest. His unblinking eye is unseeing, and Karen knows he's trying to process the shock. Hanna feels panicked at the sight of Plankton. "Plankton?" she whispers. Her voice is a pebble thrown into the pond of his consciousness, the ripples unnoticed. Karen's hand is a gentle anchor, a silent signal for Hanna to be calm. She moves closer, her screen a soft glow in the morning's light. "It's ok," she whispers, her voice a lullaby against the storm. "He's just having an 'overwhelming moment'." Hanna nods, her screen reflecting her newfound understanding. Karen's hand is a soft current on Plankton's back, guiding him through the tumult of his sensory overload. His body is still as a statue, his antennae a silent symphony of nerves. Hanna watches. "What's happening?" she whispers, fear lapping at her words like the tide at a rocky shore. Karen's voice is a gentle whisper, her screen a calm sea. "It's ok," she reassures, her hands a steady current on his back. "It's just an overwhelming moment." Plankton's body is a marble statue, his breathing a soft hush in the quiet room. His antennae hang limp, a silent testament to the storm within. Hanna's eyes are a sea of concern, her voice a gentle wave lapping at the shore of his unresponsiveness. "What do we do?" she whispers, her fear a currents in the air. Karen's screen never leaves his frozen form, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Just wait," she murmurs. "Let him come back to us." The room holds its breath, a bubble in the vast sea of their uncertainty. Plankton's body is a marble statue, his mind a tempest. Hanna's concern is a gentle current against the shoreline of her understanding. Karen's hand is a lighthouse beam, steady and strong on Plankton's back. She whispers to him, her voice the rhythm of the tides. "It's okay," she murmurs, her fingers tracing circles of comfort. "You're safe here." Her words are a lifeline thrown into the storm of his senses. His antennae twitch, a distant signal of life in the quiet morning. His eye blinks, the shutters of consciousness opening to the gentle light of her care. The room's calm is a soft embrace, their sanctuary in the storm of the world. "I'm here," Karen whispers, her voice a lighthouse beam in the fog of his fear. "You're safe." Her words are a warm current, washing over him, bringing him back to the surface. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye blinks, and he takes a shaky breath, the storm within him slowly subsiding. His body relaxes into her touch, his antennae drooping like tired seaweed. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice a quiet wave against the shore. "I didn't mean to..." Hanna's eyes are pools of regret, her smile a fading sunset. Karen nods, her gaze a gentle moonrise. "We'll take it slow," she whispers, her voice a soft surf against the shore of their friendship. The world outside the guest room is a distant hum, a gentle reminder of the waves that await them. Karen's hand is a comforting current on Plankton's back, her screen a beacon of understanding in the sea of confusion. "Let's go home," she whispers, her voice a soft ripple. Plankton nods, his body a ship at anchor, finding steadiness in her words. They move together, a silent ballet of care and trust, each step a gentle wave carrying them closer to the familiarity of their own space. "I'm sorry Plankton," Hanna says, her voice a soft ripple of regret. "I didn't know."
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 7 (Neurodivergent author) Hanna's pixel eyes fill with tears, her hand hovering over her mouth in shock. "Oh, Plankton," she says, her voice trembling like a leaf. The room is a frozen tableau, everyone at a loss for words. But Karen is unflappable. Her eyes dart around the room, assessing, planning. "It's ok," she repeats, her voice a steady beacon. "Let's just move aside, give him some space." They retreat to the couch, the cushions swallowing them like a sea anemone. Plankton's body is a ragdoll in her arms, his antennae limp with exhaustion. Karen keeps her screen calm, a bastion of serenity. "I'm sorry," Plankton whispers, his voice a ghost in the silence. "It's ok," Karen reassures him, her voice a gentle caress. "You don't have to apologize." She rubs his back as he leans on her shoulder, tired out. The room feels smaller now, the air thick with the weight of new understanding. Hanna's friends are finishing up dinner still in the kitchen. Karen knows they mean well, but their energy is a stark contrast to the quiet Plankton needs. Her hand on his back, Karen guides his breathing, her voice a lullaby against the storm of the evening. "Breathe in," she whispers, "and out." Her touch is a gentle tide, washing over him, soothing his frayed nerves. His body relaxes, his antennae dropping like tired leaves to her shoulder. The room is a sanctuary again, the chaos outside forgotten as they find solace in their quiet corner. "You're safe," she murmurs. "I've got you." Karen's hand moves in gentle circles, a comforting rhythm that Plankton's body craves. His antennae droop, his breathing evening out as he nestles closer. The couch is a life raft in the tumultuous sea of Hanna's house, and Plankton clings to her like a drowning sailor to a rope. His tiny body, once a taut bowstring, now relaxes into the embrace of sleep. Karen feels the weight of his head, a trust so profound it's like an anchor in the storm. His antennae droop, no longer the frantic sails of a ship in distress. She adjusts her position, shifting slightly to support him better, her arm a gentle cradle. The room's sounds become distant whispers, the waves of conversation fading into the background. Plankton's breathing slows. Karen watches him sleep, his antennae twitching slightly with each snore as his mouth slackens open. Patricia comes in the living room to check on them. "How's he doinโ€™?" she asks, her voice a hushed whisper. Karen glances up, a soft smile playing on her lips. "He's ok," she says, her voice a gentle wave. "Just exhausted." Patricia nods, her face a portrait of concern. "What can I do to help?" she asks, her eyes searching for a way to ease the burden. Karen looks at her, the question a beacon in the fog. "Just...give us a little more time," she says, her voice a soft shush. "Let him rest." Patricia nods, retreating quietly to the kitchen, the clack of her heels a mournful tune on the hardwood floor. The couch is their sanctuary, their quiet island in the sea of Hanna's home. Karen's arm is a makeshift cradle for Plankton's head, his antennae brushing against her neck. The weight of his body is a silent testament to his trust in her, and she holds it with the care of a pearl diver handling the most delicate of treasures. The room is a canvas of shadows, the candles now mere embers in the distance. Plankton's snores are the rhythm of their solace, each breath a testament to the resilience that lies within him. Karen's thoughts drift like seaweed in the tide of her concerns. What will tomorrow bring? How can she shield him from the storms of misunderstanding? But in this moment, she focuses on the present, her eyes tracing the lines of his sleeping form. Plankton's antennae have stopped twitching, his body at peace in her embrace. The soft snores, a symphony of security, fill the quiet space between them. The house has quieted down, the dinner party's echoes a distant memory. Hanna and her friends have retreated to the kitchen, their whispers like the gentle lapping of waves. Plankton is a bundle of quiet energy in her arms, his antennae twitching in his sleep. Karen can feel the steady throb of his heart, a lullaby that matches his breathing. She strokes his back in a comforting rhythm, his body a warm, comforting weight against her. The candles have burned down to nubs, the room bathed in a soft glow. His antennae rest against her neck, a silent communication of trust. Her eyes trace the contours of his sleeping form, his body a puzzle she's come to understand. The quiet whispers of the kitchen are a comforting backdrop to the symphony of his snores. Karen's hand moves in gentle circles on his back, each motion a declaration of support. The room's shadows dance around them, a ballet of understanding, a rhythm that's become their own. Plankton's antennae are limp, his body a testament to his exhaustion. The couch is their sanctuary in a sea of uncertainty. Her arm is a mooring, holding him steady in the tumult of his own mind. His breathing is a metronome, a soothing rhythm. With each inhale and exhale, she feels the tension in his body melt away, his snores a comforting reminder that he's safe. Her eyes trace the soft lines of his face, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. The room is a symphony of silence, the couch their tiny boat adrift in the vast ocean of Hanna's house. Plankton's antennae, once a flurry of nervous energy, now hang limply. Karen's eyes are the moon, watching over him as he slumbers, his trust in her a glowing beacon in the dark. Her hand, a gentle tide, strokes his back, each caress a reminder of her steadfast support. His snores are the lullaby of the sea, each breath a testament to his newfound peace.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 4 (Neurodivergent author) Mr. Krabs's expression shifts from shock to one of bewilderment. "Plankton, I don't understand," he says, his voice barely a whisper. Plankton shakes his head, his antennae trembling. "You never did," he snaps back. The accusations come out in a torrent, each one cutting deeper than the last. "You used me, manipulated me, all for your stupid secret formula!" His voice shakes with anger, his eye filling with unshed tears. Karen's grip tightens on his arm, but she doesn't speak, knowing he needs this moment of release. Mr. Krabs's face falls, the weight of Plankton's words a blow he wasn't expecting. "I-I-I've always treated ya like a friend!" he stammers, his claws grabbing Plankton's shoulders. And that's what did it. Plankton's body tenses, and his eye rolls back in his head. A chilling silence descends as his legs give out, and he crashes to the floor. His body convulses, limbs flailing uncontrollably. Karen knew it'd happen, but seeing it happen to Plankton is a horror she wasn't emotionally prepared for, but she knew to stay calm. She knew the protocol. Mr. Krabs, still in shock from Plankton's accusations, watches the scene unfold with horror. "What's happening?" he stammers, his claws hovering uselessly. Karen's voice is a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. "It's a seizure," she explains, kneeling beside her husband. "I need you to stay calm." Her voice is steady, her eyes never leaving Plankton's contorting form. Mr. Krabs nods, his eyes widening with fear. He's read about this, seen it once in a medical textbook, but never thought it would happen to someone so close. He watches as Karen carefully moves any objects out of harm's way, cushioning Plankton's head with a pillow. The room seems to spin around them, each second stretching into eternity. The seizure lasts only a few moments, but to Karen, it feels like hours. When it's over, Plankton's body goes still, his breathing shallow. Her hand shakes as she checks his pulse, feeling the thunder of her own heart in her chest. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice trembling. "You're okay." Mr. Krabs is unsure. "It's okay," she murmurs, her hand stroking his antennae. "It's over now." Plankton's breathing deepens, his body slowly relaxing with a twitch. She looks at Mr. Krabs, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. "He'll be okay," she assures, her voice a lifeline in the storm of silence. Mr. Krabs nods, still in shock. "What...what do we do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen sighs, knowing the road ahead won't be easy, but she's determined to navigate it with Plankton. They manage to get Plankton to his feet, his body weak and his mind still groggy from the seizure. His eye darts around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Karen's voice is soft, a gentle guide leading him back to reality. "Let's go to the couch," she says, her arm supporting his weight. Mr. Krabs watches, his claws fidgeting nervously. "Should I... call someone?" he asks, his voice full of uncertainty. Karen shakes her head. "We have to keep it calm," she whispers. "The aftermath can be just as overwhelming." They sit on the couch, Plankton's body leaning heavily into hers. Her arm is around him, her hand stroking his antennae in a rhythm designed to soothe. He looks up at her, his eye still a little wild. "What happened?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You had a seizure," Karen explains gently, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "It's part of your autism, sweetie. It's okay." She can see the fear in his gaze, the unspoken questions. She pulls a blanket over his shoulders, his body shaking from the residual adrenaline. Plankton nods, his antennae twitching as he tries to process the information. He looks down at his trembling hands, wondering how they could have betrayed him so suddenly. Karen hands him a glass of water, her fingers brushing against his in a silent promise of support. He takes a sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, helping to clear the fog in his mind. "I'm...sorry," Plankton mumbles, his voice barely a whisper. He looks up at Mr. Krabs, who's still standing awkwardly by the door. "I didn't mean to...to accuse you..." His antennae droop with regret. Mr. Krabs's expression softens, his eyes filling with understanding. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "We all have our moments." He takes a tentative step forward. "What can I do?" Karen glances at him, gratitude warring with the protectiveness she feels for Plankton. "Just give us some space," she says, her tone firm but not unkind. "We need to get him through this." Mr. Krabs nods slowly, his face a mix of sadness and concern. "I understand," he says, his voice thick. He backs out of the room, his eyes never leaving Plankton's huddled form. The door clicks shut, and the room feels smaller, safer. Karen's arm tightens around his shoulders, her warmth a shield against the cold world outside. Plankton leans into her, his body still shaking slightly. He starts to calm down, the tremors fading like ripples in a pond. "I'm...I'm okay," he whispers, his antennae stilling. Karen nods, her eyes searching his face for any sign of distress. "Do you want to take a nap?" she suggests softly. Plankton nods, his eye drooping with exhaustion. They move to the bedroom, the light dimming as they go. Karen helps him into bed, his limbs feeling like jelly. The blankets are a cocoon, his retreat from the world. Her hand brushes his antennae, a silent assurance as she leaves him to the embrace of slumber. He closes his eye, letting the comfort of the darkness envelop him. His body relaxes into the softness of the mattress, his muscles melting away the tension of the day. The bed's embrace is like a gentle whisper, telling his overstimulated mind to rest, to let go. He sighs, his antennae dropping to the pillow like tired leaves in the fall. Meanwhile, Karen goes to Mr. Krabs, who's waiting outside the chum bucket. "I'm sorry for Plankton's outburst," she says, her eyes apologetic. Mr. Krabs waves a dismissive claw. "Don't worry 'bout it," he says. "He's been through a lot today." Karen nods, her expression serious. "It's more than that," she says, her voice low. "He's autistic." Mr. Krabs's eyes widen, his understanding dawning, a newfound respect in his gaze. "I had no idea," he murmurs. "How can I help?" "Just be patient," Karen replies. "And maybe...maybe we can talk later, after he's had some rest." Mr. Krabs nods, his expression thoughtful. "Of course," he says, his voice subdued. "Whatever he needs."
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 2 (Neurodivergent author) By evening, Karen has set up a makeshift kitchen area in the living room, with all the ingredients for spaghetti arranged neatly on the coffee table. Plankton sits cross-legged on the floor, his eye never leaving the recipe book. He reads each step aloud, his voice growing stronger with confidence. Karen chops vegetables nearby, noticing the subtle changes in his movements, the way he tilts his head when he's concentrating. The smell of garlic and onions sizzling in olive oil fills the room. Plankton stirs the pot, his face scrunching up slightly at the aroma, a sign his sensory sensitivity has heightened. She sees him rub his hands together, a self-stimulatory behavior, but she knows it's his way of grounding himself amidst the chaos. They move around the makeshift kitchen, a silent dance of understanding and support. Karen boils the water for the spaghetti while Plankton continues to sautรฉ the veggies. Each action is deliberate, each step measured as they navigate their new reality. The water reaches a rolling boil, and Plankton carefully drops in the spaghetti strands, his gaze transfixed by the swirling water. Karen watches his concentration and sees the childlike wonder in his eye. "How long?" he asks. "Five minutes," Karen says, her voice calm. She's read that clear and concise instructions can be helpful. After five minutes, Plankton quickly drains the spaghetti, his movements precise and methodical. He pours the sauce over the noodles and mixes them gently, his focus intense. Karen watches him, a mix of admiration and concern. "It's done," he announces, his voice a mix of excitement and apprehension. She brings over two plates, setting them on the coffee table. They sit across from each other, the steaming spaghetti a bridge between them. Plankton's hand hovers over his plate, unsure of how to proceed with the new sensory experience. "Let's eat," Karen says with a smile, picking up her fork and twirling the noodles expertly. The sound of her silverware against the plate makes him flinch, but he mimics her movements. They eat in silence, the clinking of forks and spoons the only sounds in the room. Plankton chews slowly, savoring each bite, his face a canvas of emotions. Karen watches him, her own fork poised in midair. As they finish dinner, Plankton sets his plate aside and looks at her, his expression earnest. "Thank you, Karen," he says, his voice clear. "For being here Karen." Her eyes brim with tears, but she blinks them back. "Always, Plankton. I'll always be here. Now it's getting late; let's go to bed.." In bed, she reads to him, his favorite childhood story, the words acting as a lullaby. Plankton's hand rests on her arm, his thumb rubbing circles in a self-soothing gesture. His breathing steadies, matching the rhythm of her voice. The book's final page is turned, and she switches off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The silence is filled with the comforting hum of the fan above. Karen lies beside Plankton, his body rigid with tension. Her arm wraps around him, pulling him closer, and she feels his muscles slowly relax. "Goodnight, Plankton," she whispers, kissing his forehead. He doesn't respond, lost in his thoughts. But she knows he heard her. Karen notices the tension in his body and gently runs her fingers through his antennae, a silent offer of comfort. Eventually, his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep, his body curled into hers like a child seeking shelter. The next morning, the sun streams through the blinds, casting stripes across the bed. Karen, already awake, watches him, her hand still entwined with his. He's still asleep, his body relaxed, the lines of worry from the day before smoothed out by the embrace of slumber. Carefully, she slides out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. She sees him stir in his sleep, his antennae twitching slightly, but he remains unaware of her departure. In the kitchen, Karen starts the coffee, the scent filling the room with a comforting aroma. She opens the fridge, finding the ingredients for the morning routine. Plankton's usual breakfast is a simple one: toast with jam and a banana. The toaster pops, and she spreads the jam with a gentle smoothness that Plankton likes. The banana peels easily, revealing the perfect yellow fruit inside. Her mind races with thoughts of how she'll need to learn his new sensitivities, his likes and dislikes, his triggers. But for now, she focuses on the task at hand, placing the slices of bread in the toaster. When the toast is just right, she carries the breakfast tray to the bedroom, her steps soft against the cold floor. Plankton's still asleep, his snores punctuating the quiet morning. Karen sets the tray on the bedside table. She watches him, unsure how to wake him without causing distress. She's read about sensory sensitivity and knows that sudden noise can be jarring for someone with Autism. She gently strokes his antennae, her touch featherlight, and whispers his name, "Plankton, wake up." He stirs, his antennae twitching, but his eye remains closed. Karen tries again, a little louder this time, "Wake up, sweetie. Breakfast is ready." Plankton's hand shoots up to cover his eye, a reflexive reaction to the light. His body tenses, then relaxes as his mind adjusts to the new day. He sits up slowly. "Thank you, Karen," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. He takes in the breakfast spread before him, his antennae twitching with anticipation. He picks up the toast, feeling the warmth in his hands, the stickiness of the jam a familiar comfort. Karen watches him closely, noticing the way his eye widens slightly at the first bite, the way his tongue flicks out to taste the banana. It's as if every sensation is amplified, a symphony of flavors and textures that she can't begin to understand. She sips her coffee, silent, giving him space. As he eats, Plankton starts to hum again, his body rocking slightly. It's a low, comforting sound that fills the room. Karen feels the tension in her shoulders ease. This is their new normal, a dance of care and understanding.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 5 (Neurodivergent author) Karen returns to the bedroom, where Plankton is already snoring softly. She pulls the covers up to his chin, tucking in gently. She sits in the chair beside his bed, never leaving his peaceful form. His chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of sleep, each breath a testament to his resilience. Karen watches him, her mind racing with thoughts of what the future holds, the challenges they'll face together. But for now, she forces herself to be still. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, as if he's navigating the vast underwater world of his dreams. Karen watches him, full of a love she didn't know existed. The soft snores from Plankton's tiny form are music to her. In his sleep, the weight of the world is lifted, his mind free to explore the vast depths of his underwater universe without fear. Her gaze lingers on the soft lines of his face, the tension erased by the gentle embrace of slumber. She smiles, her eyes filling with tears. The room is a sanctuary, a bubble of quiet amidst the storm of confusion and fear. The shadows play across the wall, telling silent stories of adventures that await when he wakes. Karen reclines in the chair, her hand resting gently on his arm. The nap stretches into an hour, then two, the house a cocoon of peace around them. Plankton's body relaxes into the embrace of the bed, his mind swimming through a sea of tranquility. Karen sits by his side, her hand still resting on his arm. She thinks of the Plankton she knew before, his quirks and routines now painted with the brushstroke of understanding. Autism isn't a label to shrink from, but a part of him to be embraced, a piece of the intricate tapestry that makes him who he is. In his sleep, Plankton starts to murmur, his words a jumble of half-thoughts. Karen leans closer, trying to make sense of the words. "...I...Karen...love." Her hand squeezes his arm gently, her thumb tracing circles on his skin. "I love you too, Plankton," she whispers back, her voice a soft lullaby. Plankton's sleep-talk starts up again. "...so many stars," his voice murmurs, his antennae twitching with the vividness of his dream. Karen smiles, imagining the vast cosmos that must exist in his mind. Her hand continues its gentle caress, her hand stroking his antennae in a calming pattern. "Shh, Plankton, it's just a dream," she soothes. His snoring starts again, a soft, rhythmic sound that fills the quiet. She smiles, her eyes still on his peaceful form. The world outside their sanctuary seems to fade away, its worries and noises muted by the wall of their understanding. Plankton's autism is a challenge, but it's also a bridge that's brought them closer, a shared secret that only the two of them understand. As Plankton sleeps, Karen's phone vibrates with a text from her friend, Hanna. "Dinner tonite?" Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, debating. Plankton's diagnosis is still fresh, the memory of his seizure a stark reminder of the fragility of his newly understood world. But she knows the importance of keeping up appearances, of not letting fear or pity define them. With a sigh, she texts back, "We'd love to. Your place." The evening stretches before them like a tightrope, a delicate balance between Plankton's needs and the social norms that often feel like a prison for him. Karen's mind whirs with strategies to make it work. A quiet place, familiar faces, a set schedule. These are the keys to a successful outing. Gently, she shakes him awake, her touch as light as a seashell on the shore. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye fluttering open. He looks up at her with sleepy confusion, the world still a blur. "Dinner with Hanna," she says, keeping her voice low and soothing. He nods, his body already tensing in anticipation of the sensory bombardment to come. The car ride is a symphony of preparation, the engine's hum a soothing background to their silent conversation. Karen's eyes are on the road, but her mind is on Plankton, his hands fidgeting in his lap. She knows the world outside is a minefield of sounds and sensations, so she keeps the radio off and the windows up, creating a bubble of quiet around them. Plankton's breathing is shallow, his antennae twitching with each passing car. Karen reaches over to squeeze his hand, a silent reminder that she's there. He looks at her, his eye filled with a mix of fear and gratitude. She smiles, the warmth of her gaze a lifeline in the chaos. "We're almost there," she says, her voice a gentle wave lapping at the shore. They arrive at Hanna's house, a beacon of light in the deep blue sea of the night. The door opens, revealing a whirlwind of laughter and chatter, the smell of garlic bread and seafood stew wafting out. Karen takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the evening ahead. Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye wide at the unfiltered stimulation. Hanna, oblivious to their new dynamic, waves them in with a cheerful smile. "You're just in time!" she exclaims, her voice a trumpet in the quietude of Plankton's mind. Karen's hand tightens around his, a silent reassurance as the door closes, the sound a thunderclap in his ears. The house is a cacophony of sounds and smells, a whirlpool of sensory information threatening to pull him under. He gulps, his breathing shallow, his body braced for the inevitable. Hanna, their friend, is a whirlwind of energy, her eyes sparkling like the ocean's surface. She doesn't notice the tension in Plankton's body, the way he flinches at her excited exclamations. She doesn't see the way his antennae twitch, his mind racing to keep up. But Karen does. She's his lifeline in this tumultuous sea of social interactions. She nods, smiling, as Hanna leads them to the dinner table, her hand squeezing Plankton's in silent support. The room is a kaleidoscope of colors, the clatter of silverware and laughter a symphony of overwhelming sound. Karen's eyes dance over the room, noting each potential trigger. "Hey, ladies; meet Karen and Plankton!" Hanna's enthusiastic introduction was like a tidal wave crashing over the quiet bubble they'd been in. Plankton flinched, his antennae retreating like snails into their shells. Karen offered a forced smile, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an anchor. The dinner table was set with a rainbow of plates and bowls, the smell of garlic bread and seafood stew overwhelming. Hanna's home was a sensory minefield, but Karen was determined to navigate it with grace. Plankton's hand was cold in hers, a silent plea for rescue. As they sit, Karen scans the table, noticing the flickering candles, the glint of silverware, and the clinking of glasses. Each detail a potential trigger. She whispers into Plankton's ear, "Remember, if you need to, just tell me." He nods, his antennae tucking closer to his head.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 6 (Neurodivergent author) The conversation turns to their favorite food, and Plankton's face lights up briefly. "Jellyfish," he murmurs, his voice lost in the noise. Hanna's friends look at him, puzzled by his quiet confidence. One of them, Patricia, leans in, her hand patting Plankton's back. "That's cool, buddy," she says, her voice booming. Plankton's body stiffens, his eye blinking rapidly. Karen feels his discomfort like a physical force, a tightening of the air around them. She interjects gently, guiding the conversation away from food, his favorite topic now a minefield of potential stress. "So, what have you all been up to?" she asks, her voice a lifebuoy in the storm. Hanna's friends chatter away, their voices a symphony of laughter and good cheer. Plankton sits stiffly, his antennae folded inward like a turtle's shell. Karen watches him, ready to jump in if the conversation starts to spiral. "I went on a deep-sea dive last week!" exclaims one, his words a sonic boom to Plankton. "Ya ever been diving b'fore?" Karen nods at the storyteller, interjecting gently. "Plankton's not much of a swimmer," she says, her voice a gentle current. "But he loves the thought of exploring the deep sea." Her words are a shield, deflecting the spotlight from his discomfort. Hanna's friends nod, their smiles dimming slightly in understanding. Patricia leans in, her eyes full of genuine affection. "Aww, Plankton, you're such a character!" she says, lightly cupping his cheek and invading his personal space. The contact is too much for him. His body jerks back, antennae stiffening, his eye wide with panic. Patricia's hand falls away, her expression one of shock and confusion. Karen's heart skips a beat, but she's ready for this. She's studied, prepared. "It's ok," she says, her voice a lighthouse beam in the sensory storm. "Plankton just needs his space." The room goes quiet, the waves of conversation receding like a tide. They all look at him, their eyes full of concern, their smiles now tentative. Plankton's antennae twitch, his body still tense. Hanna quickly asks, "Is he just tired?" The lie hangs in the air like a bubble waiting to pop. Karen's face tightens, but she nods, playing along. "Long week," she adds, her voice as smooth as a polished pebble. Plankton's gaze locks onto his hands, his fingers twisting together like seaweed in a current. The pressure builds, each laugh a wave pushing against the dam of his anxiety. But Karen is there, her hand on his back, a gentle reminder that he's not alone. The meal is a dance of flavors and sounds, each bite of stew a step closer to the edge of his comfort zone. Plankton's eye dart around the table, the conversations swirling like the soup in his bowl. Hanna's enthusiastic friends keep glancing over. They mean well, but their affection feels like a wave crashing over him, leaving his nerves exposed and raw. The clatter of silverware and the hum of conversation form a wall of sound, trapping his thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to find the calm in the chaos. Karen's hand on his back is a comfort, her touch a gentle reminder that she's there to help him. The meal stretches on, each bite a small victory in the face of overwhelming stimulation. Karen's eyes never leave him, scanning for signs of distress. She's his compass in a stormy sea, guiding him through the unpredictable currents of social interaction. As dessert arrives, the chatter grows louder, the laughter more boisterous. The candles flicker, casting a dizzying array of shadows across the table. Plankton's hands shake as he lifts his spoon. Hanna, noticing his discomfort, reaches out to pat his back. "You okay, buddy?" she asks, yet her touch unintentionally sends a shockwave through Plankton's body. "Just a little overwhelmed," he murmurs, his antennae retreating even further. Karen's grip on his hand tightens, her eyes a beacon of calm in the storm. She whispers, "You're doing so well, Plankton," her voice a lullaby against the clamor of the room. But Patricia, not quite tuned in to his distress, leans in with a boisterous laugh, her hand landing on Plankton's shoulder. The room spins around him, a tornado of colors and sounds. "You're just so cute when you're shy!" she says, squeezing his cheek. And that's what did it. With a gasp, Plankton's body shudders, a seizure starting to inevitably take hold. This is his second meltdown since the diagnosis, Karen knew. She gently helps Plankton to the floor, his body convulsing. Hanna's friends hover, their faces a canvas of confusion and fear. "Everyone, stay calm," Karen instructs, her voice steady despite the chaos in her heart. "Give us some space." She turns her attention to Plankton, her hands guiding his body into a safe position. The room's energy shifts. Hanna's friends look on, their laughter replaced by concern. Patricia's face is a picture of horror. "PLANKTONโ€ฝ" Karen's voice is a lighthouse beacon in the chaos. "Everyone, stay back," she says firmly. "He'll be okay." Her eyes never leave Plankton's contorted form, fear and determination melding into one fierce gaze. The room goes still, the laughter choked off like a switch. Hanna's friends stare, their smiles frozen like icebergs in the face of his distress. Karen whispers to him, her voice a gentle wave. "You're okay, just breathe." Her hand is on his forehead, her touch cool and calming. The seizure subsides, leaving him limp and panting on the floor, his antennae drooping like tired leaves. Karen's heart is racing, but she forces her voice to be soothing, her eyes never leaving his. "It's okay," she repeats, her mantra a lifeboat in the storm. Hanna's friends hover, their faces a canvas of shock and concern. Patricia's hand is still hovering, her smile gone, replaced by a look of horror. "What happened?" she stammers, her eyes wide with fear. "It's okay," Karen repeats, her voice a gentle tide, washing over the silence. "Plankton just had a little...mishap." Hanna's friends exchange worried glances, their smiles nowhere to be seen. The room feels colder, the warmth of their laughter long gone. Plankton finally opens his eye, the room swimming back into focus, still twitching with the aftermath. Hanna's friends hover, their faces painted with confusion and concern. "It's okay," Karen says, her voice a soft breeze in the storm. "Plankton just needs some space." Patricia nods, her smile fading like a sunset. "I'm so sorry," she says, inching closer. "He's just a little sensitive," Karen explains, her voice a lifeline in the awkward silence. Patricia's face falls, the horror of her mistake written clearly. "I had no idea," she whispers, her voice a leaf fluttering in the breeze of their new reality.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 3 (Neurodivergent author) After breakfast, Plankton looks up from his plate, his gaze meeting Karen's. "Karen," he says, his voice clearer now. "Plankton want outside." Karen nods, recognizing the need for a change of environment. They head out to the backyard, where the morning air is cool and the sun's rays cast dappled patterns on the grass. Plankton sits on a bench, his eye scanning the garden, taking in the sights. He points to a scallop, its wings a blur of color. "Beautiful," he says, his voice filled with awe. Karen nods, understanding that his heightened senses are allowing him to experience the world in a way she can't fully comprehend. The sound of Mr. Krabsโ€™s lawnmower starts up, and Plankton flinches, his hands flying to cover his head. Karen quickly moves to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's ok," she says, her voice calm and soothing. "It's just Mr. Krabs." Plankton's humming starts up again, his body rocking slightly with each engine's roar. She squeezes his shoulder, reminding him of her presence. Together, they sit on the bench, Karen's hand on his back, as he tries to ground himself with the feel of her touch and the rhythm of his humming. The lawnmower's noise gradually becomes louder. Plankton's body tenses, and he starts to rock faster, Karen notices. "Let's go inside," she suggests gently, reading his distress. The moment they step back into the house, the noise dims. He leans into her, his body seeking the comfort of her nearness. Karen leads him to the couch, where he curls into a small ball, his hands over his ears. "It's ok," she repeats, her voice a lullaby. "We can go to the quietest room." They move to the study, a place where Plankton's favorite books reside. He nods, his body still tense with the memory of the mower's invasive sound. Karen closes the door, cutting off the outside noise, and sits beside him on the floor. She opens a drawing book she knows he loves, filled with scenes from his favorite movies. Plankton's hands drop from his ears as he focuses on the images, his breathing steadying. Karen picks up a pack of colored pencils, handing them to him without a word. He selects a blue one and starts to trace the outline of a jellyfish, his hand shaking slightly. The mower's drone outside becomes a distant hum, the pages of the book a barricade against the sensory assault. He colors in the jellyfish, his strokes becoming more confident, his breaths deep and even. Karen watches him, seeing the world through his eye, feeling his discomfort slowly ebb away. The blue pencil moves with purpose, filling in the intricate details of the jellyfish's bell. Plankton's focus is so intense it's as if he's drawing a map to navigate his new reality. Each stroke is deliberate, a silent protest against the chaos that had invaded their morning. The mower's noise grows fainter, a fading memory. In the quiet of the study, his mind finds refuge. The colors swirl and blend, a symphony of order amidst the cacophony of sensations. Karen watches him, her own hands resting in her lap, giving him the space he needs. His coloring becomes a form of therapy, a way to communicate without words, to express his feelings when speech fails. The blue pencil moves to a green one, then a red, each color adding layers to the picture. The jellyfish comes to life under his touch, a silent companion that doesn't judge or overwhelm. The doorbell rings, a sharp intrusion into their sanctuary. Plankton's body jerks at the sound, his hand slipping, leaving a smudge on the page. Karen sighs, knowing it's Mr. Krabs, probably coming over to check on them. She glances at Plankton, his body coiled tightly, his eye fixed. "It's okay," she whispers, placing a hand on his arm. "It's just Mr. Krabs." The doorbell rings again, more insistent this time. Plankton's antennae droop, his body taut with anxiety. He starts to rock, his humming picking up speed. Karen rises, leaving the colored pencils behind. She moves to the door, each step deliberate. Mr. Krabs's face appears through the peephole, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the interaction she's read so much about. How to explain Plankton's condition without causing more stress? When she opens the door, Mr. Krabs's eyes widen, noticing Plankton. "Ye drawing a jellyfish? Absurd!" He cackles, causing further distress; Plankton sees where his drawing messed up and the harsh sound of Krabs laughter, and can't take it anymore. He throws the colored pencils across the room, each one a silent shout of frustration. "Leave me alone!" he yells, his voice cracking. Mr. Krabs's laughter dies instantly, his face morphing into one of shock. "Plankton, buddy, what's gotten into ya?" he asks, his voice thick with amused confusion. The question is a spark to Plankton's already frayed nerves. He feels his body tense further, his voice rising. "You don't know anything about me!" Plankton shouts at Mr. Krabs, his words a jumbled mess of anger and hurt. "You think you can just come in here and laugh at me?" Mr. Krabs's claws freeze in midair, his laughter choked off by the unexpected outburst. He stammers, trying to find the words to respond, but Plankton cuts him off. "You think I'm a joke? That my brain is a punchline for your entertainment?" Plankton's voice is a mix of anger and pain, each word a knife thrown with precision. Mr. Krabs, taken aback, takes a step backward. His face is a mask of surprise, his mouth agape like a fish out of water. "No, no, Plankton," he stammers, his claws raised in a defensive gesture. "I didn't mean toโ€”" But Plankton isn't listening, his eye blazing with a fury Karen's never seen before. "You never knew me!" he cries, his voice echoing through the hallway. "You just saw what you wanted to see!" Each word is a whip crack in the tense silence. Mr. Krabs opens his mouth to speak, but Plankton's words continue to fly like shrapnel. "You only see what you want to see!" Plankton's voice cracks with emotion. "You see a business rival, not a friend, not someone who's hurting!" He stands up, his body trembling. Karen steps in, her hand on his arm, trying to calm him. "Let's go back to the study," she tries to suggest. But Plankton is beyond listening. The dam of his emotions has broken, and he's lost in a flood of words and accusations. "You only cared about your Krabby Patties, your greed!" Plankton's voice rises, each syllable a dagger. Mr. Krabs's eyes dart around, unsure how to respond to the raw pain in his friend's words. So he reaches his claw out hoping to calm him, but it's giving the opposite effect. "My whole life, you've used me!" Plankton's accusations fly like shrapnel in the quiet room. Karen's heart aches, but she knows this is a release he needs. She remains silent, her hand a comforting weight on his back, grounding him.
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The Low After the High newwwwusername Summary: Plankton goes into a depressive episode after his volcano plan falls through Relationship: Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton Characters: Sheldon J. Plankton, Karen (SpongeBob) Plankton would regularly flipflop between emotions as far back as Karen could remember. "Sheldon?" Karen said cautiously. Plankton just groaned slightly, curling further into himself. Karen frowned and walked over, sitting down next to him. "Sheldon, hey" "What do you want?" "Are you okay?" she asked and that's when the man broke down in tears. She picked him up and held him in her arms, rubbing his back gently. "It's okay" she told him. "You're okay" "I failed..." "You didn't" she shook her head. "Something came up that you couldn't have foreseen" she reasoned. "You didn't fail" "I'm sorry" "Shhhh" she shushed. "No apologies, okay? I love you" ... "Yeah, I love you too" Stats: Published:2023-05-27
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RIIZE IS 7!!! ๐Ÿ—ฃ
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แดดแตƒแต–แต–สธ แดฎโฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต—แต’ แถœแดพแต โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ @ALYJACI แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหก แตƒหข แต–แต‰แต— แ”†แต–แต’แต— แตƒสทแตƒโฑแต—โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แตƒหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆโธด สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑหกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแตƒแต–แต–สธ แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ!" @ALYJACI
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riize is seven! heres some things to use for ur profile/display name ๏ฝ’๏ฝ‰๏ฝ‰๏ผ—๏ฝ… สณโฑโฑแถปแต‰ โฑหข หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ž๐™ฏ๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™จ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ rฬฒiฬฒiฬฒzฬฒeฬฒ ฬฒiฬฒsฬฒ ฬฒsฬฒeฬฒvฬฒeฬฒnฬฒ ๐š›๐š’๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐Ÿฝโ‘ฆโ“ป๐ŸŸโž7๏ธโƒฃ
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โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โฃทโ †โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โก€โ ˆโกšโฃโฃฝโฃฟโฃงโ  โ ดโ ถโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃคโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขฃโกโฃฝโฃพโฃŸโฃฟโฃคโขถโฃถโก„โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃถโ Ÿ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ โฃถโฃพโกฟโ Ÿโ ›โฃณโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขฟโกฟโขฉโฃŸโกโขนโก‹โ ‰โ โ €โ €โ ฐโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โ Ÿโ โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โฃโฃ€โฃคโฃ„โฃคโฃ„โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ †โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โกงโ ˜โขฟโขฟโกžโก‡โ €โ €โ €โกดโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โก–โขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโก„โ ˆโ ปโขฟโฃฟโฃทโฃพโฃฝโกถโ ›โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃ€โฃโขจโ Ÿโฃโกคโ ”โ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกžโ €โ €โ €โฃดโฃพโฃคโ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃ„โฃฟโฃฏโฃ™โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโกโฃฟโฃŒโฃคโฃพโ โฃ โฃพโฃฟโกฟโ ทโ €โฃผโ Ÿโ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃฟโกŸโ โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ ‹โ ˆโ ™โ ›โ ›โ ‹โข‰โ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ’โ ฒโขคโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃดโ ปโฃทโ นโ โ ปโกŽโฃŸโก›โ ›โ ฒโขถโฃคโฃผโกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ’ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก‡โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกŽโ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃดโขžโฃโฃ โฃฌโฃฟโฃทโก„โข€โฃพโขฟโฃ„โฃฟโก†โ €โ €โฃทโฃธโ ปโฃฆโก„โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ “โขฆโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โฃ„โ €โฃดโฃฟโฃ€โฃถโฃถโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โขธโฃฟโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โขปโก‡โฃถโ €โ นโก„โ €โ €โกถโ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ ฒโขคโฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃฆโ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโกฟโ ฟโ ›โ ‹โข‰โฃฅโกดโ šโก™โฃฟโฃฆโก€โฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โขธโฃงโฃฟโ €โฃดโ ƒโข€โกžโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ˜โ €โฃ€โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขทโฃŒโขฟโฃŸโ ›โ ’โ ’โ ‹โ ‰โข€โฃ€โกผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกโ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโ €โฃ‡โฃฐโ Ÿโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขงโฃฟโกทโฃคโฃผโกพโ ฟโ ›โ ‹โ €โฃฉโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโขธโ €โฃฟโฃทโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โขปโฃทโ ทโ ˆโขธโ ฒโข€โฃคโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโขธโขนโขปโกฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โก โข€โก€ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โ ดโ ‹โ โ €โฃ€โฃปโฃงโฃดโฃฟโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโกโฃพโ ™โฃปโฃ—โฃถโ คโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโกพโขŸโฃ‰โ โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกผโขโกคโ šโ ’โ ‰โข›โ žโฃปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขŸโฃกโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃพโขงโกŸโกผโข‹โก‡โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ’โขฆโฃ€โขดโฃฟโฃŠโกถโ Ÿโ โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃกโขžโกฉโ ‹โฃผโ ›โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโกโขฟโฃพโฃŸโกปโฃฟโฃทโฃ„โฃ โฃดโฃพโกฟโฃผโขณโ ‡โขธโ €โ €โ €โฃฐโก„โฃ€โก‰โ ณโฃนโฃฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโข†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกทโ šโข€โฃพโขฟโ €โ ˆโฃฟโก„โขงโขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขทโฃฏโกŸโ €โฃผโ €โ €โขธโฃฟโขƒโกžโ €โฃฐโกŸโขปโฃทโก€โ €โ €โ € โ ˜โ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โกŸโ ˜โก†โ €โ €โ €โก˜โ โฃฐโ Ÿโ โฃผโ €โ €โ ˜โฃฟโก˜โฃ†โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โฃฟโกฟโข€โกผโฃนโ €โ €โขธโฃฟโ ธโ €โฃธโกŸโ €โ €โขนโฃทโก€โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโ โ €โขนโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขทโ ˜โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โฃธโกฟโ โฃธโก…โฃฟโ €โ €โ ธโฃฟโก‡โขฐโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โฃนโฃทโ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโก‡โ €โ ฐโก€โ €โ €โ €โข โ €โ €โ €โ ฐโขปโ €โ €โ €โ €โกœโฃ‡โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโฃ‹โฃคโ พโ ‹โ €โฃฟโ €โ €โ ถโฃฟโฃงโขŸโก†โข โ „โข โกพโขโฃฟโฃ‡โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโ โฃ„โ €โขณโก€โ €โ €โขธโ €โ €โ €โ €โกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโ ธโ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก„โ ‰โ โ €โ €โข โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โขปโฃฆโกพโข โ โฃฐโ โข โกžโฃฝโฃŸโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โกŸโข€โ ˆโขงโก€โขณโ €โ €โ ˆโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โก‡โ €โก โ €โ €โ €โ €โ “โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขฟโก‡โข‹โกพโ โกดโ ‹โ ˆโ ˜โฃฟโก€ โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโ ‡โ ˆโ ฃโฃ„โ ™โขฆโฃ…โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขโ €โข โก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขฟโฃธโขโกžโ โ €โฃ€โฃ โฃฟโ ‡ โ €โ €โ €โข โกฟโ ฟโฃ„โ ฆโฃŒโฃ“โฃฆโฃฝโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โฃผโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โขคโก โ €โขนโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโก†โก„โ €โ €โฃ€โฃผโฃฟโฃพโ ˜โฃกโ พโฃ›โกญโขฟโก‡ โ €โ €โ €โฃพโขธโ €โ จโ ญโ ฒโ ฆโขฌโฃ‰โฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃผโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‡โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‰โขปโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ปโข€โฃ โฃฎโ โขนโฃฟโกŸโฃธโฃทโกพโ ‹โ  โขฟโก‡ โ €โฃคโ €โฃนโขธโ €โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโก„โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โฃฟโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโ Ÿโฃฏโ โข€โฃผโฃฟโ ทโ ›โ โ €โ €โ ˆโขธโก‡ โ €โ ™โข โ โข€โก‡โ „โ ˆโฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โ €โ €โขทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก€โขธโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ Žโฃฉโฃถโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟ โ €โ €โฃžโก”โ ‰โฃ€โก€โ ˜โ ‹โ ‰โ ‰โ ™โขขโฃผโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโ €โฃฟโฃ†โก€โ €โ €โ €โกถโขšโฃฝโฃพโขŸโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกผโ ‹ โ €โข โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ’โ ฆโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขนโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก†โ ˜โขฟโฃ†โ €โ €โ €โขจโ —โฃซโฃถโ ฟโฃปโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ €โ € โ €โฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ”โ €โ €โขธโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ€โฃ โฃฟโฃ†โขขโก€โ โ ฟโฃ‹โฃฅโฃพโกŸโ šโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก€โ € โ €โกโ ˜โ ฟโ ทโ –โ ’โ ถโ คโฃคโฃคโฃ”โฃ€โก–โ ฟโฃฟโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโก™โกถโกพโฃƒโ จโ Žโขฟโ †โฃ€โฃดโกถโ Šโขนโก‡โ €
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฌแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐโฑแต— แต‡สธ แตƒ สทแตƒแต›แต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตแต‰แต— แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–แต’โฑโฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตˆโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟโ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒหกหก แดต แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดธแตƒสณสณสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต˜หขแถœโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดดโฑหข หกแต‰แต หขหกแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตƒ สณแต’แถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขโฑแตโฟหข แต’แถ  สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แตแต‡แตƒสณแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดฟแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "สธแตƒ หกแต˜แถœแตสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแตƒ แตˆโฑแตˆ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ หขโฑแต— แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแถ  แดต แต–สณแต’แต–แต‰สณหกสธ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— แตแต‰โฟแต˜โฑโฟแต‰โ€ง "แดดแต’สท แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โธด แต–แตƒโฑโฟ สทโฑหขแต‰?" "แดนสธ หกแต‰แต หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแต˜สณแต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแตƒหขหขแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต—; แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แถœหกแตƒสทหข แต—สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด โฑหข แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒ แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ 'สธแต’แต˜ แต’สทแต‰ แตแต‰' หขแต’สณแต—แตƒ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต˜หขแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตแต‰?" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐสธ สธแต‰ แตƒหขแตโธด แตโฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต’แต˜สณ แถœแตƒแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต˜หขแต‰ สณแต‰หกแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหขสฐโฑแต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต— แตƒโฑโฟ'แต— หขแต’ แถ แตƒโฑสณ แถ แต˜โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สธแต‰ สณโฑแต›แตƒหก'หข โฟแต’แต— แตƒแต— แต‡แต‰หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข โฑแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰หข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆ แตˆสณแต’สทหขโฑหกสธโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต โฑโฟ แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต—แตƒโฑหก แตƒหข แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต˜สณแต— หกแต‰แต แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’'หข แถ แตƒหขแต— แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโธด หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แตƒแต— สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แตƒแต—โ€ง "สธแต‰หข?" "แดต สทแตƒโฟแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ โฑโฟ แต‡แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดต หขแต–แต‰แตƒแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตˆสฒแตƒแถœแต‰โฟแต— สณแต’แต’แต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธโ€ง "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ โฑหกแต‰หข แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต˜หขสฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณโธด สฐแต‰ แตแต‰หขแต—แต˜สณแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต‰แตƒแต หขแต’แถ แต—หกสธ หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ แต’สณ แตƒแตโฑแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข สทสฐแตƒแต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—โธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฌแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต— แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–แต’โฑโฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตˆโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ หขแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หกแต’หขแต— แตƒแต— หขแต‰แตƒโ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข สณแต‰โฟแตˆแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒหกหก แดต แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดธแตƒสณสณสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทหกแต‰แตˆแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกสธ สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต˜หขแถœโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดดโฑหข หกแต‰แต หขหกแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตƒ สณแต’แถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—แต’, สทแต‰หกหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขโฑแตโฟหข แต’แถ  สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แตแต‡แตƒสณแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดดโฑโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‰แตƒหขสธโธด แต–แตƒหก!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ หกแต‰แต—'หข แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง แดฟแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "สธแตƒ หกแต˜แถœแตสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแตƒ แตˆโฑแตˆ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต‚แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡สธแต‰ แต—แต’ แดธแตƒสณสณสธโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตƒหกหก สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สฐแต’แตแต‰หขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดตหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แ”†แต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’แถปแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แต‡หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขแต—แต‰สณแต—แต’สณ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒสณแต แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด หกแต‰แต แต‰หกแต‰แต›แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒ แตโฑแถ แต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธโธด หขแตƒแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สทโฑแต—สฐ โฑแต—? แดฎแต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข สธแต’แต˜สณ สณโฑแต›แตƒหกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต— แตแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต˜หกแตƒแต‰; แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หกแต’หขแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขโฟแต’แต’แถปโฑโฟแต แตƒสทแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ สทแต’แตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐแต’แต– แต˜แต– แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต’ แถœแต’หกหกแตƒแต–หขแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ โฑโฟแต—แต’ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง "แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก สฐแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" โ€œแดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒแต— แต’โฟแต‰ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– สฐโฑหข แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง "แดดแต‰สธโธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต’สท สธแตƒ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต?" "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณ แตƒ แต—สณแต˜แถœแต‰ โฑโฟแตˆแต‰แถ โฑโฟโฑแต—แต‰หกสธโ€ง แต‚สฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰แตƒหก แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต–หกแตƒสธ โฑแต— แถ แตƒโฑสณโธด แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰! แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต›โฑหขโฑแต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแถ  แดต แต–สณแต’แต–แต‰สณหกสธ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขโฑแตสฐ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหก แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แต–แต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด สทสฐแต’ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแต‚แตƒโฟแต— แต—แต‰หกแต‰แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟ?โ€ โ€œแดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ หขแต‰แต‰ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—? สธแต’แต˜ แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰แตˆ โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต‰ สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต›โฑหขโฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ โฑโฟ แต’โฟแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโ€ฆโ€ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแตƒหข แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณโ€ง โ€œแดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— หขแตƒสธ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต˜แต—แต˜สณแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’สท โฑโฟ แตสธ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ แดต สทแตƒโฟแต— แต˜หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต— แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แต˜สณ แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแถœแต‰หข แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€งโ€ โ€œแ”†แต˜สณแต‰, แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ฆโ€
new plabsen plabscore fracturecore the accident
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–“ โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ 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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฌแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐโฑแต— แต‡สธ แตƒ สทแตƒแต›แต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตแต‰แต— แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต— หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขโฑโฟแต แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แถœแต’โฟแถœแต‰สณโฟ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’แถ  แตƒหกหก แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–แต’โฑโฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตˆโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ หขแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หกแต’หขแต— แตƒแต— หขแต‰แตƒโ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒหกหก แดต แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดธแตƒสณสณสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทหกแต‰แตˆแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกสธ สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต˜หขแถœโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดดโฑหข หกแต‰แต หขหกแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตƒ สณแต’แถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต สฒแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แถœแตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขโฑแตโฟหข แต’แถ  สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แตแต‡แตƒสณแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดดโฑโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‰แตƒหขสธโธด แต–แตƒหก!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ หกแต‰แต—'หข แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง แดฟแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "สธแตƒ หกแต˜แถœแตสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแตƒ แตˆโฑแตˆ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต‚แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡สธแต‰ แต—แต’ แดธแตƒสณสณสธโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตƒหกหก สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สณแต‰หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต›แต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰หข สณแต‰หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต›แต‰หกสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดตหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แ”†แต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’แถปแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แต‡หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต— หขแต—แต‰สณแต—แต’สณหขโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒสณแต แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด หกแต‰แต แต‰หกแต‰แต›แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒ แตโฑแถ แต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธโธด หขแตƒแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สทโฑแต—สฐ โฑแต—? แดฎแต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข สธแต’แต˜สณ สณโฑแต›แตƒหกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต— แตแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต˜หกแตƒแต‰; แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หกแต’หขแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰หข แตƒ แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ สทแต’แตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐแต’แต– แต˜แต– แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง "แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก แต‡แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแต˜แต— โฑแต— โฑโฟ สฐแตƒหกแถ  หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒแต— แต’โฟแต‰ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– สฐโฑหข แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธโธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต’สท สธแตƒ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต?" "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณ แตƒ แต—สณแต˜แถœแต‰ โฑโฟแตˆแต‰แถ โฑโฟโฑแต—แต‰หกสธโ€ง แต‚สฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰แตƒหก แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต˜โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— สทแตƒหกแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต–หกแตƒสธ โฑแต— แถ แตƒโฑสณโธด แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰! แ”†แต’โธด แตƒสณแต‰ สทแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" "แดต'แต แตหกแตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สท แต’แต˜สณ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแตหข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต˜แต—แต˜แตƒหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต›โฑหขโฑแต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ แต—โฑแตแต‰โธด แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— แตˆแต˜สณโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข สฐแต’แต˜สณหข แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแถ  แดต แต–สณแต’แต–แต‰สณหกสธ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหก แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ หขโฑแตสฐ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แต–แต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด สทสฐแต’ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง
new plabsen plabscore brokenkneecore legcore bonecore recoverycore the accident
แดณแต‰แต— แตแต– โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต– แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หขแต‰แตƒแต— โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’สท แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ หขสฐแต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ หขโฑแตสฐแต—หกสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰โ€™หข แต’แต˜แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ หกโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดธแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰โ€™หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต—โฑสณสณโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—, สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แต‰หกหก แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’โฟแต—โฑโฟแต˜แต‰ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดต'หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰หขแต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’สณ แตแต˜หขแต— แดต แถœแตƒสณสณสธ สธแต’แต˜?" แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต'แต แถœแตƒสณสณสธโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  โฑแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ แต–แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตสธหขแต‰หกแถ โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท แต–แต˜แต—หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แต’แถ แถ  สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดดแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€งโ€๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž: ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง.
new plaren Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton sheldon j. plankton get up
แ”†สฐแต‰แตˆแตˆโฑโฟแต แดธโฑแตสฐแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แตหขโฑโฟแต แตƒ สณแต’แต–แต‰, แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€™หข แต’โฟ แตƒ หกแตƒแตˆแตˆแต‰สณ แต–แต˜แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แตƒ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ หกโฑแตสฐแต— แถ โฑหฃแต—แต˜สณแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สธโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แตƒหกแตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰หกโฑแต‰สณโ€™หข แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒแต›สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต‰หกหกโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต— แตˆสณแต’แต– แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แตƒหกหก, แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตโฟแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต, แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ สฐโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหกโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ โฟแต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ง โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แตˆแต‰แต‡สณโฑหข แถ สณแต’แต แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต– แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก สฐแต˜สณแต—โฑโฟแต, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหข โฟแต’สทโ€ง โ€œแดดแต˜สฐโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต—โ€™หข แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข, แต—แตƒแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง โ€˜แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ? แต‚แตƒโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ โฟแต‰สท หกโฑแตสฐแต—โฑโฟแต แถ โฑหฃแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดต หขแตƒสท โฑแต—, แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ?โ€™ แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—, แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง โ€œแตแตสฐโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข หขแต˜แต–แต–แต’สณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแ”†แต’ แดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตหข แตแต‰ แตƒ หกโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต‰หกหก แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตแตƒหขสฐ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดณแต’แต— โฑแต— แตƒหกหก แต’แต˜แต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโ€งโ€ โ€œแดฑหฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโ€งโ€ แ”†แตƒสธหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ, โฟแต’สท แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰โ€™หข แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ หกแต’แตƒแตˆแต‰แตˆ สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง โ€œแดต แตแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ แต—แต’ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต’แตหข แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜สณหขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แต’แต˜แตสฐแต—แตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‰แตƒหขสธโ€ง แดธแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แตแต‰แต— แต‰แตƒหขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หกแต’โฟแต แตƒหข โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธโ€งโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’โฟ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สท โฟแต’สทโ€ง โ€œแถ แต’สณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สทโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดตโ€™แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธหข แดต แตโฟแต’สทโ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต‰หข สฒแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰ แตƒหขหขแต˜สณโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข, แต‡แตƒแถœแตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰โฟแต‰แถ โฑแต— แถ สณแต’แต แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดตแต—โ€™หข สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆ หขสฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ แต–สณแต’แต›โฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต›แตƒสณโฑแต’แต˜หข สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง แดบแต’สท แต–แต‰แต‰แตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ, แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–, โฟแต’สท โฟแตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰โ€™หข แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ โ€œแดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สธ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแถ  แดตโ€™แตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต– แต’แต˜แต— แต’สณ แตแต’สณแตƒหก หขแต˜แต–แต–แต’สณแต—โ€งโ€ แดบแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆโฑหขสณแต˜แต–แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข โฟแตƒแต– แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— สทแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แตƒแต–หข สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ, แต’แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง โ€œแ”†แต’สณสณสธ, หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต หขแต’, แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœสณแต’แต˜แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ, สธแต’แต˜โ€™แต›แต‰ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—โ€™หข แถ โฑโฟแต‰โ€งโ€ แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต— สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ, หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท แดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— หขแตƒสธ โฑแต— แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตˆแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โ€ง แดตโ€™แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€ โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ หกแต‰แต— แตแต’ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณหข แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท โฟแต’สทโ€™หข โฟแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข, แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แถ แต‰หกแต— แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต’แถ  หขแต—โฑแตแต˜หกแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหข, หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดตโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต, แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท สณแต‰แถ สณแต‰หขสฐแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—แต’โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แตˆแต’แต’สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต, หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰โ€ง แดฌหข สฐแต‰ สทแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต–, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒ แต‡แต’แต’แต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ สฐแต‰สธ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตหข แต’โฟ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰หกหกแต’ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€ง แดธแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  แดต แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ แต’สณ แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดตโ€™หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€ โ€œแดผสฐ หกแตƒหขแต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ โ€œแดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ?โ€ โ€œแดต หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜โ€™แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰, แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแตƒหกหก สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดตโ€™แต แถ โฑโฟแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แต’แต โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต— สฐแต‰สณ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€ง โ€œแถœแตƒโฟ แดต หขโฑแต—?โ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ หกแต˜แถ แถ แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สทหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแถœแต’แต’แต—แต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ, แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต›แต‰สณหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰สธโ€™แตˆ สฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‰โฟแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แถœแต’โฟแต—แตƒแถœแต— แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แต’แต หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎสธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ , สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแต‰แตƒแต›สธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต, สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰โ€™หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขสฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ สธแต‰แต— แตˆโฑแตˆโฟโ€™แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆโ€ง แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒแถœสฐแต‰หข แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ
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new 666 6 dot art text art ascii art
โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ โฃดโฃดโฃพโก—โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขกโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โ €โข โก€โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ โ €โข€โฃพโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‰โ €โข€โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‹โ €โข€โฃคโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ ปโข‚โฃ โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโ โ โ €โ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃพโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โข˜โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โข€โก€ โ €โข€โฃดโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขจโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โขธโฃฟ โฃดโฃฟโฃ‹โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โฃ€โฃ โขผโฃฟ โ ™โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ ›โ ›โ šโ ‹ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โข€โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข˜โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โข โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโขฟโขฟโกทโฃพโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโกฆโก€
new number four 4 dot art text art ascii art
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ— โ‘ โ‘กโ‘ขโ‘ฃโ‘คโ‘ฅโ‘ฆโ‘งโ‘จ ๏ผ‘๏ผ’๏ผ“๏ผ”๏ผ•๏ผ–๏ผ—๏ผ˜๏ผ™ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก โžŠโž‹โžŒโžโžŽโžโžโž‘โž’ ยนยฒยณโดโตโถโทโธโน โ‚โ‚‚โ‚ƒโ‚„โ‚…โ‚†โ‚‡โ‚ˆโ‚‰ 1ฬถ2ฬถ3ฬถ4ฬถ5ฬถ6ฬถ7ฬถ8ฬถ9ฬถ 1ฬฒ2ฬฒ3ฬฒ4ฬฒ5ฬฒ6ฬฒ7ฬฒ8ฬฒ9ฬฒ 1ฬณ2ฬณ3ฬณ4ฬณ5ฬณ6ฬณ7ฬณ8ฬณ9ฬณ ใ€1ใ€‘ใ€2ใ€‘ใ€3ใ€‘ใ€4ใ€‘ใ€5ใ€‘ใ€6ใ€‘ใ€7ใ€‘ใ€8ใ€‘ใ€9ใ€‘ ใ€Ž1ใ€ใ€Ž2ใ€ใ€Ž3ใ€ใ€Ž4ใ€ใ€Ž5ใ€ใ€Ž6ใ€ใ€Ž7ใ€ใ€Ž8ใ€ใ€Ž9ใ€
new numbers aesthetic number 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 one two three four five six seven eight nine
โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ โ คโ ถโ ถโฃ–โก›โ ›โ ฟโ ฟโ ฏโ ญโ โ ‰โฃ‰โ ›โ šโ ›โ ฒโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โข€โกดโ ‹โ โ €โก‰โ โขโฃ’โ ’โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ โข‚โข…โก‚โ €โ €โ ˜โฃงโ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โฃผโ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃคโฃคโฃ„โกˆโ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃ‡โ €โ €โ € โข โกพโ กโ „โ €โ €โ พโ ฟโ ฟโฃทโฃฆโฃคโ €โ €โฃพโฃ‹โกคโ ฟโ ฟโ ฟโ ฟโ †โ  โข€โฃ€โก’โ ผโขทโฃ„โ € โฃฟโ Šโ Šโ ถโ ถโขฆโฃ„โก„โ €โข€โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ ™โ ณโ ฆโ ถโ žโข‹โฃโ ‰โขณโก„โ ˆโฃง โขนโฃ†โก‚โข€โฃฟโ €โ €โก€โขดโฃŸโ โ €โข€โฃ โฃ˜โขณโก–โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ โกดโ žโ ‹โฃฝโ ทโข โ ‡โ €โฃผ โ €โขปโก€โขธโฃฟโฃทโขฆโฃ„โฃ€โฃˆโฃณโฃ†โฃ€โฃ€โฃคโฃญโฃดโ šโ ›โ ‰โฃนโฃงโกดโฃพโ ‹โ €โ €โฃ˜โกผโ ƒ โ €โขธโก‡โขธโฃทโฃฟโฃคโฃโฃ‰โฃ™โฃโฃ‰โฃนโฃโฃ€โฃ โฃผโฃถโกพโ Ÿโขปโฃ‡โกผโ โ €โ €โฃฐโ ‹โ €โ € โ €โขธโก‡โ ธโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโขฟโกฟโขฟโฃฟโ ฟโ ฟโฃฟโ ›โ ‰โ ‰โขงโ €โฃ โกดโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ ‡โ €โ €โ € โ €โขธโ €โ €โ นโขฏโฃฝโฃ†โฃทโฃ€โฃปโฃ€โฃ€โฃฟโฃ„โฃคโฃดโ พโข›โก‰โข„โกขโข”โฃ โ žโ โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โขธโ €โ €โ €โ ขโฃ€โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โฃ‰โฃ€โ  โฃโ ฆโ ‘โฃŠโกฅโ žโ ‹โ €โ €โ „โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โขธโก€โ €โ โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ’โ ˆโ โฃ€โกคโ žโ ‹โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ ™โ ถโขคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโกคโ ด โ €
new 4 four troll picture dot art text art ascii art
โน,4
new 4 four angel
โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ€โฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃ„โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ โฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ –โฃ€โ ‰โขฟโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃทโฃถโฃถโฃฆโฃคโฃ„โฃ€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ€โฃคโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃคโฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ฟโ ฟโขฟโฃ›โกŸโ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โฃ›โ ›โ ›โฃŸโ ›โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ›โ ‰โ โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ€โก‰โฃโฃ˜โฃ€โฃ€โก›โ €โ ‰โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ณโขฝโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ กโ คโ คโข„โก€โ ‰โ ‰โกฟโฃทโฃ†โ €โ €โก‡โ ˆโฃฟโก‡โขˆโฃ›โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโ ›โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ปโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ€โฃ โฃถโฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ โฃทโกŽโขฟโฃ„โฃดโฃงโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŽโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฉโฃฏโฃโขฟโฃฟโฃถโฃคโฃคโฃดโฃฟโฃฅโฃผโ Ÿโขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € 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แดธโฑแต—สฐแต– Part 1 โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หขแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต‰โฟแต— หขสฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตƒโฟ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถœ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หก สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกโฑแต—สธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰หขหข แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ แต’สณ แต–สณแต‰หขหขแต˜สณแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰ หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰'หข แถœแตƒแต–แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต’แถ  'หขโฑแตสฐแต—' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต' แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’แต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ สทแตƒสธ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ หขสฐแต‰ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆหข แตˆโฑแต›แต‰สณหขโฑแต—สธโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃสฐโฑแต‡โฑแต—หข สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตƒหกหขแต’โ€ง แดดแต‰'หข แต˜โฟโฑแ‘ซแต˜แต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰'หข หกแต‰แตƒสณโฟแต— สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแต–สฐแต‰สณ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหขโธด แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต–สณแต‰แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต— สทแตƒสธหข หขสฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—แตƒหก แตƒแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต— โฟแต’สท แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ แถ แต’สณ สณแต‰แตƒสณ แตแต’หขแต— แตแต’หกแตƒสณหข สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ หขสฐแต‰'หข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— สฐแต‰สณ หขแต—แตƒสธ แตˆแต˜สณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแต—โฑสณแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— โฑโฟ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰'หข แต˜โฟแตƒสณแต’แต˜หขแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต’ โฟแต’สทโธด แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒแตˆแตโฑโฟโฑหขแต—สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  โฑโฟแตˆแต˜แถœโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰หขโฑแตƒโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟแต‰โธด แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง "แดฌหกหก แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ!" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต–แต˜แต— แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฑโฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต—โธด สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰สฐโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต—หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แถ สณแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต’!" "แดดแต‰สทสทแต’โ€ฝ" "แดดโฑ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜สณ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑหกหก สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" "แดต แตแตƒสทสทโฑแต‰แตˆ?" "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฒแต˜แตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต’!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–หข สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚แต˜แถป?" แ”†สฐแต‰'หข แถœแตƒสณสณสธโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต‰แต–แต— แตƒหกแตแต’หขแต— แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜; แดต แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ แถœแต’หกแต’แต˜สณหข!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'แตˆ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแถœแต— หกโฑแตแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโธด หขแต—โฑหกหก แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰หขโฑแตƒโ€ง "แต€สณสธ โฟแต’แต— แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แถ แต‰แต‰หก สทแต’สณหขแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ สฒแตƒสทโธด โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ สฐแต’สท แต‰แตแต‡แตƒสณสณแตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สทแต’สณแต—สฐ โฑโฟ แตสธ แต—สฐแตƒสท?" "แดฐแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—หข แต–แต‰สณแถ แต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แตˆแต˜สณแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐโฑแต‰หข สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜สณ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สฐแต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" "แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฟแต˜แถ แถ โฑโฟโ€™ สทโฑแถ แถ  แตสธ แตแต’แต˜แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แตหกแต’แต‡หข แต’แถ  แตˆสณแต’แต’หก โฟแต’แต— หขแต—แต’แต–แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’โฟ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœหกแตƒแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตแตหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌสณสณโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แตƒ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ'หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แตแต‰แต— โฑแต—โ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขโธด แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แต‡สธ แต˜โฟแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต˜โฟแถœแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดตหข โฟแต’สท แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพสทแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แต’สฐโธด แดต แถ แต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แถ แต— แตแต‰!" แดดแต‰ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "แดต'แต แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒหขแตโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'แต›แต‰ แตแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ สธแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสธหข แดต'แต แตแตƒสทสทโฑแต‰แตˆ!" "แต‚โฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต’แต’แต—สฐ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แตƒหกโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟหขโ€ง "แดต สฐแตƒแต‡ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐโฑแต‰หข? แต‚สฐแต‰สทแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?" "แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆแต‰แถ โฑโฟโฑแต—แต‰หกสธ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  โฑแต—โธด แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หกหกโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰แต‰โธด แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ แตแต‰? แดต สทแต˜แต› สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหกหกโธด หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ!" "แดตแต—'หข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แต‡แต‰หกโฑแต‰แต›แต‰ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถœ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแตหข แตแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต— สณแต‰หขแต—โ€งโ€ง" แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ หขแตƒสธหขโธด แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณโธด หขแต‰แต‰แตโฑโฟแตหกสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แ”†แต’สณสณสธ!" "แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต— แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒโธด สฐแต‰'หข หขแต‰โฟหขโฑแต—โฑแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต’สท แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก?" "แต€โฑสทแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต˜แถœแตหข สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ โฟแตƒแต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœโฑโฟแต แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แ”†แต˜สณแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐโธด สฐแต‰'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โธด แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกหข/หขโฟแต’สณแต‰หขโ€ง แดตแต—'หข หกแตƒแต—แต‰โธด หขแต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'แตˆ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต‰แต‰หก แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ โฑแถ  แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข สทแต‰'หกหก แตแต’ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดฎสธแต‰!" แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตˆแตƒสธโธด สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแตแต‰หข แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ หขแต’สณแต‰โฟแต‰หขหข สทโฑแต—สฐ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต แดต?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ แต—แตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต สฐแต‰'หข หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ?' "แดผสทโ€ง" 'แดฌสฐ แตสธ แตแต˜แตหขโ€ง แดณแตƒสฐ! แต‚สฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ?' "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ?" แ”†สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰'หข สทแต’สณโฟ แต’แถ แถ  แต‡สธ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดผโฟหกสธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แตˆแต˜สณแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โธด โฟแต’แต— แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต˜โฟแตสณสธ แถ แต’สณ แตƒโฟสธ หขแต’แถ แต— แถ แต’แต’แตˆ?" "แดตแถœแต‰ แถœสทแต‰แตƒแตโธด แต‡แต˜โ€™ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สฐแต˜โฟแตสทสธ แถ แต’สท แตƒ แตแต‰แตƒหก สธแต‰แต—โ€ง" 'แต€แต’ แต–แตƒโฑโฟแถ แต˜หก แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ แต—แต’แตˆแตˆหกแต‰สณ!' "แดต แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—โ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ โฑแต—'หข แถ โฑโฟแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต—แต‰ สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง 'แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต แต‡โฑแต—แต‰ แตสธ แต—แต’โฟแตแต˜แต‰?' "แ”†แต’ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก?" "แดณแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโธด สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สท สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡'แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข แดต สทแต’แตแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดต แถ โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒสณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต?" 'แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰ โฑหข โฟแต’แต— หขหกแต˜สณสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สทแต’สณแตˆหข แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— แต‰หกหขแต‰โ€ง" "แต‚แต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตโฟแต’สทโ€ง" "แดณแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แตโฑแต—แต—แต‰แตˆ แดดแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ; หกแต˜แถœแตโฑหกสธ สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰แตหข แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต’แต—แต—แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแต แดต แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโฑโฟแตโ€ฝ" 'สธแต‰หขโ€ง' "แดบแต’แต— แต‡แตƒแตˆโ€งโ€ง" 'สธแต‰หข หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐโ€ง' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต–แต‰หข โฑแต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜ สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สท?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง "แดณแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€ง" "แดต หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง แต€แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดตโธด แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดต แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—โ€ง" "แดถแต˜หขแต— แตโฟแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" "แ”†แต’ แตˆแต’ แดตโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง to be cont. Pt. Two
new plaren lithp wisdom tooth split into parts wisdom teeth
แดกแดส€แด… แด„แดแดœษดแด›: ๐Ÿท,๐Ÿผ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿท Karen walked into the bedroom. Plankton lay on their bed, face half-buried in a pillow. His snores rumbled through the quiet room. She took a moment to appreciate his vulnerability before she gently nudged him awake. He groaned, his eye fluttering open. She offered a soft smile. "It's time," she whispered. "You're fine." He nodded. The drive to the oral surgeon's office was tense. The brightness of the day seemed to mock his anxiety. Karen's hand squeezed his, a silent promise of support. As they checked in, the receptionist's smile was practiced, but kind. The exam room surgeon, a man named Dr. Musselwhite, came in. He explained the procedure once more. The nurse began preparing anesthesia. "You're doing great," Plankton took a deep breath, vision blurring. The last thing he saw was Karen's face before the world went dark. Karen watched the monitors as Plankton's breathing evened out. She clutched his hand, her thumb making small circles on his palm. Plankton's snores had been replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing under anesthesia. She leaned forward to Plankton's still form. Her screen traced the IV line. Plankton's mouth was open Dr. Musselwhite peered into. Plankton twitched slightly in his sleep, but the doctor's hand remained steady. Plankton's chest continued to rise and fall steadily, oblivious to the battle being fought within his mouth. Dr. Musselwhite finished stitching. "It's done," he announced. "You did it," she murmured, voice cracking. Plankton lay still, his breathing even and deep. The surgery was over, and he was alive. Karen leaned down to kiss his forehead. The nurse smiles. "He'll be asleep for awhile," she said. Karen nodded. The only sounds were the whispers of medical staff and the hum of machinery. The nurse wheeled him into recovery, and Karen followed, the medication still working its magic. Plankton's features were relaxed in sleep, a stark contrast to the fear that had been etched there just hours before. Plankton's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, a silent testament to the successful procedure by the deep embrace of anesthesia. As he started to stir, the nurse offered a gentle smile as he began to come around. Plankton's eye fluttered open, his gaze unfocused and glassy. He blinked slowly. "Hi, sweetheart," Karen's voice was a warm embrace. "Whaa-...happen'd?" he mumbled. "You're ok," Karen said softly. "They took your wisdom teeth out." Plankton tries to piece together the fragments of his memory. He attempted to speak. "Ow?" he managed. Karen squeezed his hand. Plankton's head lolling slightly against the pillow. His mouth felt like a foreign landscape. Karen helped him sit up, the nurse getting gauze. "You're going to need to bite down," she said, handing him a piece of gauze. "It'll help with the bleeding." He pressed it to his mouth, the pressure sending a dull throb through his jaw. "Hold it there," the nurse instructed, her voice a gentle guide in his foggy world. "Keep the pressure steady. It'll help the bleeding to stop." Plankton nodded, his movements sluggish. The nurse handed Karen an ice pack. "This'll help," she said. "It's ok," she soothed. "You're all done. The hard part is over." Plankton nodded again, his brain still foggy from the remaining anesthesia. He looked around the recovery room, his gaze wondering. "Whath's thith?" Plankton pointed at a machine. Karen chuckled, the tension easing from her shoulders. "It's just monitoring you." He nodded, his eye still filled with wonder. He looked down at his hand, studying it as if it was the first time he'd seen it. "Thith...han," he said, his voice trailing off as he wiggled his fingers. "Yes, Plankton. That's your hand." He's mouth filled with gauze and drool slowly seeping out. "Karen?" he mumbles, his voice thick and groggy. "Wha's?" He points to instruments. "They're just tools the doctor used to help you," she explains gently. Plankton nods, his curiosity satisfied for the moment. His eye drift to the ceiling. "Why do the wight hab funny shapes?" Karen follows his gaze. "They're just patterns, Plankton. They help the ceiling look nice." He nods, the concept of aesthetics lost on him. The nurse returns to check his vitals. Plankton watches her with the same curiosity. "Whath thoze do?" He points to the stethoscope around her neck, his speech still slurred. The nurse chuckles. "It's how we listen to your heart." Plankton nodded, his gaze following as she placed the stethoscope on his chest. "Ca-- heaw it?" He asked, his curiosity unquenchable. "That's your heart beating." Plankton's eye grew even wider, the revelation a spark in the haze. "Wow," he whispered, his voice a mere breath. Karen watched his exploration with a mixture of amusement and affection. The nurse returned with discharge instructions, her words a blur to Plankton's still-numb mind. Karen took the papers. "Alright, let's get you ready to go home," she said, helping him to stand. Karen's firm grip on his arm steadied him. Karen helped him into the car. The seatbelt was a puzzle he couldn't solve under the fog of the lingering drugs, but Karen buckles him in before driving out of the parking lot. "Loog ath the treeth," Plankton mumbled. "They're waving hewwo," he said with a sleepy smile. Karen glanced over, her own smile growing. "Yes, sweetheart. They're saying hello." Plankton's gaze shifted to the mirror in the car. He blinked at his reflection, the gauze sticking out of his mouth. "Who thad?" He pointed at his reflection. Karen chuckled. "That's you, with a little extra padding." Plankton nodded, his thoughts a slow river in his sluggish mind. "Thith car...it moveths," he murmured. Karen chuckled. "Yes, dear, it's a car. It takes us places." "Wook ath the clowds," he whispered, his voice slurred. "Thath one...loks wike a...," "It's a cloud," Karen said, smiling at his childlike wonder. "It's just water vapor that looks like something we see in our imaginations." Plankton nodded, his eye drooping. The motion of the car and the gentle hum of the engine lulled him into a doze. His head nodded forward before snapping back up again. "Tired?" Karen asked. "Mm-hmm." His head lolled back against the headrest, his eye slipping shut. The car's AC whispered a gentle lullaby, the cool air playing with the strands of Plankton's antennae. His chest rose and fell in time with the rhythm of the engine, each breath a soft snore. They arrived home. Plankton stirred, his eye blinking open. Karen helped Plankton out of the car. She held him close, his weight a comforting reminder of his presence. Spot, the amoeba puppy, bounded over, his gelatinous body shifting shapes with excitement. "Spoth," Plankton mumbled. The puppy leapedfrogged over, his form morphing into a blur of happiness. Plankton's eye lit up. Plankton reached for Spot with a clumsy hand, his coordination still muddled. Spot nudged his palm with his squishy nose. "Wook, Spoth," Plankton slurred, his eye wide with childlike wonder. "I hav- a booboo." Spot nudges him. Plankton giggled. "Easy, Plankton," Karen cautioned, her voice a gentle reminder of his fragile state. Spot's eyes widened in surprise, his little body shivering with joy. He wriggled closer, his gelatinous tail whipping back and forth in a blur of excitement. Plankton laughed. They made their way to the couch, Plankton's steps uncertain, each movement accompanied by a little giggle. Spot followed. Plankton flopped onto the cushions, his body a limp noodle. Spot jumped up beside him. Plankton leaned onto by Spot, his head lolling. The puppy's a comfort. Plankton's eye grew heavy, the weight of his eyelid too much for his sluggish body to bear, his body going slack. "Rest," Karen said, kneeling beside him. "You've been through a lot today." His hand remained on Spot, the puppy a comforting presence. Plankton's breaths grew steady, his snores once again filling the room. Karen watched him sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath Spot's gentle weight. The house was quiet, the only sound the occasional snort from Plankton's nostrils. He slept all night, only waking up the next morning. Plankton awoke with a start, his mouth wet with drool, his eye focusing slowly. The gauze was still damp from the night's excess saliva. He sat up. "Wha..." Plankton looked around, the room spinning slightly. The couch was his bed, Spot his blanket. He reached up to his mouth, the gauze still in place, the taste of cotton in his mouth. The memory of the surgery was distant. Karen's face swam into view, her smile a warm sunrise. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice a gentle caress. Plankton's eye searched his mind, looking for the missing pieces. "I don't... member coming hone," he mumbled, the words slurred. Karen nodded, her smile soft. "You fell asleep in the car, sweetie. I brought you home." But any details were lost, a foggy dream slipping away with each passing moment. "Thish mouth," he said, his tongue probing the empty sockets. The pain was a dull ache, a reminder of his body's battle. Karen handed him a glass of water. "Thank you," he murmured. "You're not supposed to eat solids today," she reminded him, placing a bowl of soup on the coffee table. "But I made some nice, soft scrambled eggs and toast for you to chew." Spot's eyes glued to his owner, his tail wagging. Plankton's jaw felt like it was made of rubber, but the food was a heavenly comfort. Karen sat beside him, her screen never leaving his face, watching for any sign of discomfort. "It'th okay," he assured her, his speech still slurred. He took another bite, his mouth working carefully. The taste was muted, a distant memory of what food used to be. Yet, the warmth and texture brought a sense of normalcy to the post-surgery haze.
new Karen x Plankton Karen & Sheldon J. Plankton Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton POV Karen AI Story Generator wisdom tooth
Dr. McDermott's dental office. Plankton had been in surgery for wisdom teeth. The receptionist, a young woman named "Samantha," was going up to Karen. "Your husband is to be taken to the recovery," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. Karen nodded. Samantha led her down. Plankton was laid out on a narrow bed, his mouth open slightly. "He's still under," Samantha whispered, "but going to start bringing him out of it now. Waking is a gradual process so.." Karen nodded. She watched as a nurse approached, deftly adjusting tubes and machines connected to him. The nurse flicked a switch and began to decrease the flow. The anesthesia diminished. Plankton's chest continued to rise and fall rhythmically, his eye remained closed. Karen reached out and took his hand, her thumb brushing against his. She squeezed gently, hoping it might provide some comfort, or at least a thread of familiarity, as he began his journey back to consciousness. A few moments later, Plankton's hand twitched ever so slightly in response. "It's ok honey," she whispered, though she knew he couldn't hear. A nurse, named Margaret, offered an assuring smile. "It's normal for it to take time. Just keep talking to him, it'll help." Karen leaned closer, her voice barely above a murmur. "Remember our first date?" she began. Plankton's snore was the only response. "Don't worry, he'll come around soon. Anesthesia can take a while to wear off. And when he does, he'll be groggy. It's like waking up from a deep sleep." Her thoughts drifted to Plankton's snoring, a comforting sound. She squeezed his hand again, trying to will him to wake with her touch. Then, to her surprise, she heard a murmur. "Mm, chum... so... much... chum..." The nurse, Margaret, gave her a knowing look. "It's common for patients to talk in their sleep as they come out of it. Sometimes they say the darndest things." Karen smiles. "Chum?" she repeated, "Is that what you're dreaming about?" "Needff... chum..." "You're ok," she whispered, her voice filled with relief. "You're just dreaming, sweetie." "Chum... I... I nee to... get ith," he slurred. Karen's smile grew, his nonsensical words bringing a small spark of comfort. "You're dreaming about work," she said, stroking his forehead with the back of her hand. The nurse, Margaret, checked the monitors and nodded. "His vitals look good. He'll be fine," she assured. "Remember the first time you made me a Patty?" she asked, her voice soothing. Plankton's grip on her hand tightened slightly, his chest rising and falling with even breaths. "Ith... Ith wasโ€™at..." he mumbled. It wasn't often she heard him express his feelings so openly, especially not about her. "What was it, honey?" she prompted, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Youw... youwre the... the besht... the... besht..." his voice trailed off again into snores. Karen chuckled with affection. It was clear he was talking about her, despite the garbled speech. She leaned in closer. "I'm right here," she whispered. Plankton's sleep-talk grew, his grip on her hand tightening. "Pro-tec... the secret... chum... fwom... Plankton..." "You're safe," she said, her voice a soothing whisper. "You don't have to worry about the recipe now." Plankton's slurred words continued. "Fwom... Plankton... ith... ith... my... my... hearth..." It was almost as if he was speaking to it, whispering sweet nothings in his sleep. "Your... your heart?" she repeated uncertainly, trying to make sense of his words. Plankton's chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, his hand still clutching hers tightly. A faint moan escaped Plankton's lips, and his eye began to flutter open. His eye searched the room, unfocused and glazed. He blinked slowly, a look of confusion spreading across his face. The nurse stood by, monitoring, ready to intervene if needed. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice slurred from the anesthesia. She squeezed his hand tighter and leaned in, her voice as gentle as a lullaby. "Hi, sweetie. It's all over now. You're in the recovery room." Plankton's eye searched hers, still clouded with sleep. "Wha... wha' happen'd?" he managed to ask. "You had your wisdom teeth removed," Karen said softly. "You're ok now." Plankton's eye grew clearer as his mind slowly surfaced from the depths of unconsciousness. He blinked again, looking around the room. "Why... why awe youw smiling?" "You were talking in your sleep," she said, trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. "It was just sweet." Plankton's eye searched hers. "Wha'did I shay?" "You said a lot of things," she replied, her smile lingering. "But the most important part was that you said I was the best." The corner of Plankton's mouth twitched into a weak smile. "Yeah?" he murmured, his voice still slurred. "Well, thath's twue." With Margaret's help, Karen managed to get Plankton into a more upright position. His head lolled slightly before he found his bearings, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "How do you feel?" Karen asked, her voice full of concern. "Woozy," Plankton mumbled. With Margaret's guidance, Karen helped Plankton to stand, his legs wobbly. He leaned heavily on her, the anesthesia still clouding his movements. She felt his weight and knew that he would need her support to navigate the short walk to the car. "Let's go slow," she said, her voice steady and calm. Plankton nodded, his eye still half-lidded with sleep. They shuffled along the hallway, each step a victory over his grogginess. As they approached the door leading to the parking lot, Plankton swayed. Karen tightened her grip, for his head lolled to the side, and she caught him. "Whoa, honey," she said. Plankton's legs buckled slightly, and his head dropped to her shoulder, his weight pressing against her. Karen steadied him, her arms wrapping around to keep him upright. His breathing was deep and even, eye fighting to stay open. "You can't sleep now," she said, trying to keep the laughter from her voice. "We're not even home yet." With Margaret's help, they made their way to the car, Karen's arm supporting Plankton's weight. "Let's get you buckled in," she said, guiding him to the passenger seat. Plankton complied, his movements still sluggish and uncoordinated. With a gentle push, Karen secured the seatbelt across his chest. His head lolled back against the headrest, and for a moment, she thought he might fall back asleep, but managed to keep his eye open as she starts the engine. As she pulled out of the parking lot, Plankton's eye drifted shut. "We're almost home." Karen says as Plankton's head lolled back against the headrest. She took a hand off the wheel to pat his leg reassuringly. "You can sleep when we get there." Yet Plankton's snores filled the car, punctuating the silence. Karen couldn't help but look over at him, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep. "Wake up, sweetie," Karen whispered, gently shaking Plankton. He stirred, his eye blinking open with difficulty. "We're home," she said. Plankton groaned. "Careful," she warned. They shuffled inside, Karen guiding him. The smell of home hit them, a mix of saltwater and the faint scent of cooking from the restaurant next door. "Come on, honey," she said, half-guiding, half-carrying him to their bedroom. Karen helped him lie downs. He let out a deep sigh. "Thathks," he murmured, his voice barely audible. Karen settled Plankton into bed, his head resting on the soft pillows, his body limp and heavy with the weight of the anesthesia. She took his other hand and squeezed gently. As they lay there, she noticed a small pool of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. Karen couldn't help but laugh softly, the tension of the day dissipating. She reached for a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped the drool away. Plankton snuffled, his eye shooting open for a moment before closing again. "Don't worry," she whispered, stroking his forehead. "You're safe. You can go back to sleep now." Plankton's head lolled to the side, and drool grew more insistent, a silent testament to his deep slumber. Karen grabbed another tissue, wiping the saliva that trickled down his chin, his snores rumbling. With each tissue, the intimacy grew, the act of caring for him in this vulnerable state somehow endearing. She felt a tenderness for him that was usually overshadowed by their daily squabbles and the relentless pursuit of the Krabby Patty's secret recipe. As Plankton's snores grew softer, his grip on her hand loosened. Karen gently pulled her hand free and covered him with the blanket. She took a moment to gaze at his peaceful face. It was a side of him she rarely saw, and she found it surprisingly comforting. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the forehead, whispering, "I love you, even when you're drooling." Karen knew Plankton would be out for hours, so she decided to use the time to prepare a light meal for when he woke. She moved quietly to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb him. She rummaged, looking for something soft that wouldn't irritate his sore mouth. In the fridge, she found a bowl of Plankton's favorite jellyfish jello, a treat she had made the night before knowing he wouldn't be able to eat much solid food. Then, she pulled out a loaf of bread and a jar of jelly, carefully making a few soft, fluffy sandwiches that she hoped would be easy for him to chew. Next, she grabbed a few of Plankton's favorite books from the living room. She placed them on the bedside table, along with a glass of water, within arm's reach. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace settle over her as she listened to his rhythmic snores. Despite the stress of the day, she was grateful for the quiet moments like these.
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แต‚แต’สณหขแต— แดฑโฟแต‰แตสธ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’•: ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ .เณƒเฟ ๐šƒ๐š : ๐™ฑ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’โฟ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰ สณแต‰แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—; แตƒ แต–แต‰สณแถ แต‰แถœแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ หขแต—สณโฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดต หขแต—แต‰แตƒหก แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข; สทแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต˜หกแต‰หขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต›แต‰ สทแต‰แตƒแตโฟแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แตแต‰ แต‰หฃแถœแต‰แต–แต— แถ แต’สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰หกโฑแต‰แต›แต‰? สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข; แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ หขสธแตแต–แตƒแต—สฐสธ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–หกแตƒโฟหข!" แดนสณ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แถœสณสธโ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰!" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แถ หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหกหก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ แต—สฐแต˜แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต—สณแตƒแถœแตหข; โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แตˆโฑแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต—แต’โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโฟแต‰หกแต— แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แดดแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโธด สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หกแตƒแต—แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต˜แต—สฐโ€ง "แดผสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแต’แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แถœสณสธโฑโฟแตโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒสณ หขสฐแตƒหกหกแต’สท แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต– แตˆแต‰หขแต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด โฟแต’แต— แต—แตƒแต˜โฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต’แต–โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ หขแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต’แถ  หขแตแต‰หกหก สทแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต˜แต–?" แดบแต’ โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแตƒแต—หขแต’แต‰แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– โฑหข โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง" "แดฐโฑแตˆ แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สณโฑหขแต แต‡สณแตƒโฑโฟ แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหขแต—สฐแตแตƒ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒหขแต—สฐแตแตƒโธด แตƒหข แดต สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแต แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟหขแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต'แตˆ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต˜โฟแตˆแต’ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฒแต˜หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แถœแต’โฟโฟโฑแต›โฑโฟแตโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต‰แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สทแต’สณหขแต— แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แตแต–แตƒแต—สฐสธโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแต โฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒโฟโฟแต’แต˜โฟแถœแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตƒ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟ สณโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สทแต’สณสณสธโ€ง แดบแต’สทโธด หกแต’แต’แต!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ สทแตƒแต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข หขแถœแตƒโฟ หขแตƒสธโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ?" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ หขสฐแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœแตƒโฟหข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€ง "แดดโฑหข แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐหข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สทแต‰แตƒแตแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต–แตแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต โฑโฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต˜แต— แต’แถ แถ  แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โฟแต แตƒหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต–หกโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต–โ€ง "แดฌหขหขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โธด แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หกหก สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตˆแตƒสธโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡'หข แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แถ แต˜สณแต—สฐแต‰สณ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— สฐแต‰แตƒสณ แตแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สทโฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แต‡หกแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟหฃโฑแต’แต˜หขหกสธ แต—แตƒหกแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต’'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แต˜โฟแตƒสทแตƒสณแต‰โ€ง "แดต แตโฑหขหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰'สณแต‰ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขโธด แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตสธ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ โฟแต’สท แตˆสธโฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€ง แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข สธแต’แต˜สณ โฟแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆหกสธ หกแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰โ€ง "แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœสณสธ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต’แถ  หขแต’แตแต‰ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแตˆแต‰แตƒ แต—แต’ แต–สณแตƒโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœสฐแต’แต’หก สทแตƒหข หขแต’ แถ แต˜โฟโฟสธโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ แตƒแถœแต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หขสฐแต’สทโฟ แต’แต˜สณ แต–แต‰แต‰สณหข สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฒแต’แต‡ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกโฑโฟแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต’สท 'แต‰แต สทสฐแต’'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข สทแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‰สธแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต'แตˆ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหกหก แตสธ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตสธ หกโฑแถ แต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แตƒ แถ แตƒสณแตƒสทแตƒสธ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โธด แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰ โฑแต— แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด โฟแต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก หกโฑแตแต‡แต’หกโฑแตแต‰โธด สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สธแต‰แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหขโธด แต‰สธแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰โฟ สทแต’สณแตˆหข แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แตƒสณแตƒสทแตƒสธโ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ 'หขแต’สณสณสธ' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ' แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต’ หขแต–แต’แตแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแต’สณแตˆหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แตƒ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต แตˆแต‰แต—แต‰แถœแต—โฑโฟแต แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกแต‰ สณแต‰แต›โฑแต›แตƒหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต‰แต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ; แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต–แตแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฑแต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแตแต‰ หกแต‰หขหข แตˆโฑหขแต—แตƒโฟแต— หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒหข สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดบแต’สท สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแตโธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†โฑแตสฐแต— สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด โฟแต’แต— สธแต‰แต— สณแต‰แตโฑหขแต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต’'หข โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โธด สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตโฑหกโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดโฑโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หกสธ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒสธ สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แตสณแต’แตแตสธโ€ง แดนแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หข หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟโธด โฟแต’สณ สฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สฐแตƒหข แต–แตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแตƒสณสณแต’สทแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ "แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟ" แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด สทสฐแต’ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถ แต’สณแตแต‰สณ แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธโ€ง "แดต แถ แต’สณแตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แดฐแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แดฌแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ Part 1 แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แตƒแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰'หข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสธหข แต˜แต– หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขสฐแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต˜แต‡หข สฐโฑหข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ง" แดดโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต‡สณแต’สท แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ โฟแต˜แตˆแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚แตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–! แดฌสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰?" แดดแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดณแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—โ€ง" แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰โธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— แตƒโฟ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถœ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแตโ€ง สธแต‰แต— หขสฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกโฑแต—สธ แต—แต’โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตแต‰แต—หข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—แตƒหก แถ หกแต’หขหข แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแต‰โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สทแตƒสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’สท แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หข?" 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ โฑหข แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰?' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต’ สทแต‰ แตˆแต’ หขแถœแตƒโฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ สทแต‰ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง" 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต—โ€ฝ' "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หกแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธ แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆโปแตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  แดต แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต’'หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœหกโฑโฟแต‰สณ โฑโฟ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ?" "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’ แดต'แต แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต—! แดบแต’สท สทแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’แต—แต’ แต’แถ  แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สทแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แตโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต’โฟแต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’หกแตƒสณหข โฑโฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แตƒหกโ€ง แต‚แต‰ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต‰ แต’แต˜แต—แต—แตƒ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แต’แถ  โฑโฟหขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโ€ง แดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สทแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต'หกหก แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โธด โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒโฟหฃโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตˆแต’ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแต‰ หขแต–แต‰แถœโฑแตƒหกโฑหขแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง แดบแต’สท หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰โฟ'แต— แต‰สณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แต–แตƒหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต˜แตหขโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แตˆแต˜สณแต‰ สทโฑหกหก แตแต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟแต›แตƒหขโฑแต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แต–แต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ หกแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถœแตƒหขแต‰ โฑแต—'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต—แต’ แต–แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แตƒ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โธด แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต แถœโฑสณแถœแต˜แตหขแต—แตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง" "แดดแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หขแต—โฑแต’โฟหข?" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต‰ สทแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰'หกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต‰หฃโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดบแต’สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ?" "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตโฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหก โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง" แ”†แตƒสธหข แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰โ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แตƒแตˆแตโฑโฟโฑหขแต—สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต›แต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต‰แต‰แต แถ แต˜โฟโฟสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต— สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแต—โ€ง แดผแต˜สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— หขแตƒสธหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต หขแต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ สฒแต’แต‡โ€ง" 'สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฟโฑแถœแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰'หข โฟแต’ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต’สทหข โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตƒหข แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ หกแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒโฑแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข สธแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต–แต‰สณแถ แต‰แถœแต—หกสธ แตสณแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข/แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— สทโฑแต–แต‰หข แตƒสทแตƒสธ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ หกแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แตƒ สทแต‰แต‰แต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‰หฃแต–แต‰สณโฑแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ หขสทแต‰หกหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง" "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต แตแต‰แต— แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แถœหกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตแต’สณแต‰ แต’แถ  โฑแต— แถœแต’แตแต‰หข! แดฎแต˜แต— สธแต‰หข แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ หขสธหขแต—แต‰แต แตโฑแตสฐแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒแถœแต— แต˜แต– แถ แต’สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แต˜หขแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰ แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰แตˆ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหกหขแต’ หขหกแต’แต–แต–สธโ€ง 'แต‚แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง' 'แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰สธแต‰?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สณสณแถป แต‡สณสณสณแตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแต‡แต‡หกแต‰แตˆโธด แต’แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดนสณโฟโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต แดต' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡โฟแต‰หขหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ สทโฑหกหก แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ แตˆโฑแถ แถ โฑแถœแต˜หกแต— แต—แต’ แตƒสณแต—โฑแถœแต˜หกแตƒแต—แต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆหขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกหข แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แต–แต˜แต— แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’โ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แตแต’แต’แตˆ สฒแต’แต‡!" แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหขโธด โฟแต’สท สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐหข แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตแต˜แถ แถ หกแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต’!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แต หขแตƒแตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต’แตˆ?" "แดต แตโฑหขหข แดทโปแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดตโธด แดต แตƒแต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง" "แดนสธ หกแต’แต›แต‰หกสธ แดทแตƒสณโฑ แดต หกแต’โปแต’แต›แต‰ สฐแต‰สณ!" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต'แต สธแต’แต˜สณ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ!" แต€แต’ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆโธด สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰หข หขสฐแต‰'หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โปโปโปโป แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแถœหกแตƒโฑแตหข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต˜แถœแตหข สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดณแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง" "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?" "แต‚แต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต–แต‰หข แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแต–หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหขโ€ง "แดต'แต สณโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒ แตˆสณแตƒแตแต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข หขแต’โธด แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒแต›โฑหกสธ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฟแต’สท แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข สฐโฑแต หขโฟแต’สณแต‰โธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แตƒหข สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟแตแต’แต›โฑโฟแต แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰โ€ง 'แ”†แต’ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ หขแต—โฑสณสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกโฑแถœแตแต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐโธด แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ สฐแต‰ โฟแต’สท แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง "แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หกโ€งโ€ง" "แดทโปแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ?" 'แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰สท แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแตƒแถปสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแถœแต‰ แต’แถ  หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต›แต‰/แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰หขโฑแตƒ สทโฑหกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ สทแต’สณโฟ แต’แถ แถ  แต‡สธ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตˆ หขแต—แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜สท!" "แถœสฐแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตแตƒสธ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แตˆแต’ แตแต‰แต— แตสธ แต—แต‰แต‰แตˆ แถœสณแต‰แตƒโฟหข โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโ€ง" "แดนสธ โฟแต‰โฟแตˆโฑหข สทโฑหกหก แตˆแต’แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต˜หขสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ? แต€สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฑแตƒหขสธ!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง 'แดถแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง to be cont. pt. two
new split into parts plaren healing and caring dentistcore karen plankton plankaren plankkaren dentist appointment
A LIFE OF DIVERSITY ix (Autistic author) With newfound enthusiasm, Plankton began to organize the mini jellyfish in the box, his antennae quivering as he meticulously arranged them by species and size. Each figurine was carefully placed, his movements deliberate and precise. "Jellyfish... special," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a hint of wonder. Sandy watched, her eyes shining with admiration. "You're really good at this," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Good at jellyfish," Plankton murmured, antennae waving slightly with pride. "Plankton's special place." Sandy nodded, her tail swishing with excitement. "Yes," she said, her voice filled with encouragement. "You have a special place in the world, Plankton, and jellyfish are your thing." As Plankton continued to organize his new collection, his movements grew more animated, his antennae quivering with purpose. Each jellyfish was placed with such precision that it was as if they were living beings in a miniature ocean. His eye never left his task, his mind fully engrossed in the world of jellyfish. It was as if by organizing them, he was somehow bringing order to his own chaotic thoughts. "Plankton," Karen said softly, "I know this is a big change for you. But you know what? Maybe this is your chance to do something amazing with your life." Sandy nodded, her eyes shining. "Let's go outside." Plankton looked up from his box, his antennae twitching with excitement. "Outside?" "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her smile warm. They made their way outside, with Plankton carrying his precious box of jellyfish figurines, his antennae quivering with excitement at the prospect of sharing his knowledge. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over Bikini Bottom as the trio strolled down the sidewalk. Their peaceful evening was abruptly interrupted when they rounded the corner to find Mr. Krabs, his eyes wide with surprise at the sight of Plankton in the company of Karen and Sandy. "What's all this?" he barked, voice gruff. Plankton's antennae drooped slightly, but he held his ground, his box of jellyfish figurines clutched tightly. "Mr. Krabs," he murmured, monotone voice cracking. Mr. Krabs squinted at Plankton, his claw resting on his chin. "Well, if it isn't the little troublemaker," he said with a gruff chuckle. "What brings you out of the Chum Bucket?" Karen's forced a smile. "We're just out for a little stroll Krabs," she said. "Plankton's found a new hobby." Mr. Krabs's eyes narrowed, curiosity piqued by the unusual sight of Plankton engaged in something other than his usual Krabby Patty obsession. "What kind of hobby?" he asks. Plankton's antennae quivered as he held up his box of jellyfish figurines. "Jellyfish," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a hint of pride. Mr. Krabs's eyebrows shot up. "Jellyfish?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "What's gotten into you, Plankton? You're not planning to use them for some crazy Krabby Patty scheme are you?" Plankton's antennae twitched, but he remained calm. "No, Mr. Krabs," he murmured, voice firm. "Plankton loves jellyfish." Mr. Krabs squinted at him, his claw tapping against his chin as he tried to process this new piece of information. "You love jellyfish?" he said, his voice filled with skepticism. "What's so special about jellyfish?" Plankton's antennae waved slightly as he thought about how to explain it. "Jellyfish... unique," he murmured. "Different. Like Plankton." Mr. Krabs's eyes narrowed. "Different, you say?" he repeated, his claw stroking his chin as he contemplated this revelation. "Well I'll be a barnacle's uncle. I never knew you had an interest in any thing but stealing me secret recipe." Karen stepped forward, her tentacles waving gently. "Mr. Krabs, when Plankton hit his head because of you and when I took him to the hospital, well let's just say things are a little different now." Mr. Krabs's eyes widened, his claw freezing mid-stroke. "Different? What do you mean, different?" Karen's tentacles waved in a calming gesture. "Plankton was diagnosed with autism after the incident with your cash register," she said gently. Mr. Krabs's eyes bulged, and his claws clutched at his chest dramatically. "Autism? What?" he bellowed. Sandy stepped forward, her voice firm and steady. "It's ok, Mr. Krabs," she said, her eyes on the crab. "It just means Plankton's brain works differently than ours. But he's still the same Plankton we know, and he's found something that makes him really happy." Mr. Krabs's eyes darting between Plankton and his box of jellyfish. "Well, I'll be a sea cucumber's uncle," he murmured, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. As they talked, a group of kids playing catch nearby accidentally bumped into Plankton, their laughter and shouts of excitement cutting through the air. In an instant, the delicate balance of jellyfish figurines was disrupted, and they spilled out of the box, scattered across the sidewalk. The children's ball rolled into the mix, coming to a stop. Plankton froze on the ground, antennae shooting straight up, eye unblinking as he stared at the chaos before him. The children looked up, their laughter fading as they took in the scene. "Plankton?" Karen's voice was gentle, but it was lost, mind racing as he tried to make sense of the sudden disarray. The children stared, their laughter dying in their throats as they saw the tiny plankton's distress. One brave soul reached out to help, but pulled back when Plankton didn't react. Karen and Sandy exchanged a worried glance. "Plankton?" Karen called again, her voice a little louder this time. The children watched, their curiosity piqued by the sight. One by one, they cautiously approached, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. "What's wrong with him?" a young fish whispered to another, their eyes darting from Plankton to the scattered jellyfish figurines. "I think he's in shock," Krabs murmured, his own eyes filled with concern. "The disorganization of his jellyfish is really bothering him.." Sandy nodded, her eyes on the children. "Why don't you guys help Plankton?" she suggested. "You can put the jellyfish back in the box. Let's all put them back the way he had them!" The children looked at each other, then back at Plankton, who was still frozen on the ground. Slowly, they began to pick up the scattered figurines, their little hands moving with care as they tried to mimic the order Plankton had created. They whispered to each other, comparing notes and asking questions, their curiosity overcoming their initial fear. Karen watched them work, her tentacles relaxing slightly as she saw the concern in their eyes. "Good job," she murmured, her voice gentle. "You're all helping out." The children nodded, their eyes never leaving Plankton as they carefully placed each jellyfish back in the box. They worked in silence, their movements a mix of awe and caution. The sight of Plankton's intense focus on his jellyfish had left an impression on them, and they were determined to help him restore order to his miniature world. One by one, the jellyfish returned to their spots, each figure a silent testament to Plankton's knowledge and passion. The children looked at each other, then back at Plankton, who hadn't moved a muscle, still rigid, his eye unblinking. "Is he okay?" the bravest one asked, holding out a tentative fin. Plankton remained unmoving, his antennae quivering slightly. The children's gentle whispers and the soft patter of their flippers on the pavement was the only sound as they worked. The last jellyfish was placed back into the box, the figure of Burgessomedusa phasmiformis nestling into its spot among the others. The children held their breath, waiting for some sign from Plankton that he noticed their efforts. Slowly, Plankton's antennae lowered, and he blinked once, then twice. He looked down into the box, his eyes scanning the neat rows of jellyfish. The children watched as a slight smile graced his lips, and he let out a sigh of relief. The children beamed, their eyes shining with pride, stepping back to give him space. Mr. Krabs, still looking slightly stunned, took a tentative step forward. "Plankton?" he asked, his voice gruff but concerned. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly as he looked up, his one eye focusing on the crab. "Mr. Krabs," he murmured, his monotone voice still present but with a hint of warmth. Mr. Krabs's claw hovered over the box, unsure of what to say. "I had no idea Plankton," he murmured, his eyes on the meticulously organized jellyfish. "It's ok," Plankton said, his monotone voice tinged with sadness. "Mr. Krabs didn't know." Karen stepped in gently. "Krabs is just surprised," she explained. "He's never seen you like this before." Mr. Krabs nodded, his expression softening slightly. "That's right," he said, his voice no longer filled with anger. "I've never seen you so... focused on something other than Krabby Patties." "Jellyfish special," Plankton murmured, his antennae waving slightly. "I didn't mean to cause you brain damage, Plankton.." Mr. Krabs says. "It's okay," Plankton murmured, his antennae twitching slightly.
new a life of diversity plabsen ix
A JOURNEY TO AUTISM ii (Autistic author) His eye took a moment to focus on her, and when it did, she saw a flicker of confusion, followed by a glimmer of recognition. "Karen?" he repeated, his voice still faint. "Yes, it's me, Plankton. You're ok." But his gaze remained distant, his focus unsteady. "Where...where are we?" "We're at the hospital, sweetheart," Karen said softly, stroking his antenna. "You had an accident." The confusion in Plankton's eye grew, and he tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced him back down. "What kind of accident?" His voice was still weak, but there was an urgency to his words that hadn't been there before. Karen took a deep breath, her grip on his hand tightening. "Mr. Krabs...he hit you with a fry pan." The words tasted bitter but she had to tell him the truth. Plankton's eye widened slightly, and she watched as the puzzle pieces of the situation slowly clicked into place in his mind. "Krabby Patty," he murmured, his voice distant. "Yes, Plankton, you were trying to get the recipe again," Karen whispered, aching at the memory. "But it's over now. You need to rest." His eye searched hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of his old self, the cunning and ambitious man she had married. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a vacant stare. "Don't... don't remember," he mumbled, his antennas drooping. This wasn't the Plankton she knew, the one who schemed with a glint in his eye and a plan in his pocket. "It's ok, Plankton," she soothed, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Do you remember me?" Plankton's gaze remained steady for a moment, and then he nodded slowly. "Karen," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. But the spark of recognition was tinged with confusion, as if he wasn't quite sure how he knew her. Karen's felt like breaking into a million tiny pieces. But she knew she had to stay strong. For Plankton. For them. "You don't remember what happened, do you?" she asked gently. "What else do you remember?" Plankton's antennas twitched slightly, his eye searching hers. "Don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's chest tightened as she held back a sob. "It's ok," she reassured him, her voice shaky. "Do you remember your name?" she asked, her voice hopeful. He blinked slowly, his gaze fading in and out of focus, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. "Sheldon... Plankton?" The sound of his voice saying his own name brought a small smile to Karen's face. "Yes, that's right," she said, her voice filled with relief. "Do you remember where we live?" she continued, her tone gentle. Plankton's eye searched the ceiling of the hospital room, as if the answer was written there. "The Chum Bucket," he murmured, his voice unsure. Karen nodded, encouraged by his response. "Good, good," she said, smiling weakly. "What about our friends?" Again, the confusion clouded his gaze. "Friends?" he repeated, his voice tentative. "SpongeBob, Sandy...?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice soft. "Do you remember them?" Plankton's expression grew more distressed, his antennas drooping. "Square...SpongeBob. And a squirrel, yes?" He paused, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. Karen nodded, brimming with unshed tears. "Yes, SpongeBob SquarePants and Sandy Cheeks. They're friends." Plankton's antennas twitched as he processed the information, his brow furrowing with the effort. "Friends," he repeated, the word sounding foreign. Karen could see the gears turning in his tiny head, his brain desperately trying to make connections to his past. "Do you remember anything about your life before the accident?" Karen asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Plankton's eye searched hers, uncertain. "Life...before?" Her heart sank. "You know, our adventures, our home, our love?" He stared at her, his expression unreadable. "Love?" The word was barely a whisper. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice cracking. "We love each other. We've been married for a long time, and we've had so many adventures together." She paused, willing the words to resonate with him, to ignite a spark of memory. "Do you remember any of that?" Plankton's gaze remained vacant for a moment before he nodded slightly. "Married," he murmured, as if tasting the word for the first time. "To Karen." His antennas lifted slightly, a glimmer of something familiar flickering in his eye. "Karen Plankton computer wife." "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her voice thick with emotion. "Does that mean something to you?" she asked, her heart in her throat. He nodded slowly, his antennas waving slightly. "Computer wife," he murmured again, his voice gaining a hint of warmth. "Karen." Karen felt a flicker of hope. "Yes, Plankton, I'm your wife." She leaned closer, her voice gentle. "Do you remember anything about us?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Wife," he said slowly, his voice a faint echo of the man she knew. "Wife...Karen. Married July 31, 1999." That was their wedding day, a date they had celebrated every year since. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choking. "We got married on July 31, 1999." The hospital room felt thick with silence as she waited for his next words. Plankton's eye searched the room, his antennas twitching as he tried to piece together the shards of his past. "Plankton, can you tell me about yourself?" Karen asked, her voice gentle. "What do you like to do?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Invent," he said, his voice still weak but with a hint of pride. "Science?" The words came out as a question, as if he wasn't quite sure of his own identity. "Yes," Karen said, her voice brightening slightly. "You're a genius inventor. You've made so many wonderful things." She paused, hoping to see some spark of recognition in his eye. "Do you remember any of your inventions?" Plankton's antennas waved in the air, as if searching for the memories that remained elusive. "Inventions," he murmured, his single eye searching the ceiling. "Gadgets...machines." "That's right," Karen encouraged, squeezing his hand. "You've created so many amazing machines. Can you describe one of them?" He blinked, his antennas stilling for a moment. "Chum...Chum Dispenser 3000," he said, his voice picking up a bit. "It makes...makes food for fishies." Karen's smile grew despite the pain. The Chum Dispenser 3000 was one of his earlier inventions, a failed attempt to lure customers to their restaurant, but it was a testament to his ingenuity. "That's wonderful, Plankton," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "How about something more recent?" she prompted, eager to see how much of their shared history remained with him. Plankton's antennas twitched as his brain worked overtime. "Um... the Incredibubble," he said, his voice picking up speed as he talked. "It's a bubble that can shrink things down to microscopic size." Karen felt a jolt of excitement. "That's right!" she exclaimed, squeezing his hand. "You used it to get to find a secret plan." Plankton's gaze remained distant, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eye. "Computer... plan?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice shaking. "We've had so many adventures together, Plankton. We've faced so much together." He nodded, his antennas twitching slightly. "Together," he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. "Do you remember any of those adventures?" Karen asked, her voice trembling. "Adventures?" Plankton's eye flickered, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. "With Karen... wife?" "Yes, with me. We've traveled the ocean, faced so many challenges together." The doctor came in. "You can go home now," he said. Karen nodded, never leaving Plankton's face. She had spoken to the doctor about his condition, about the autism, but she still wasn't sure how to process it all. How would their life change now? "Come on, Plankton," she said, helping him sit up gently. "Let's get you home." She buckles him into his side of the car, his newfound passivity making the usual struggle unnecessary. The engine of the tiny vehicle roars to life, and Karen guides them out of the hospital parking lot. The ride back to the Chum Bucket is quiet, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine and the occasional splash from the waves outside. Karen keeps glancing at Plankton, his antennas listless as he stares out the window. His mind seems to be somewhere else, lost in a world of his own making. When they arrive, she helps Plankton out of the car and supports him as they make their way to the door. The neon sign flickers in the gloom, casting erratic shadows across the sand. The once bustling environment now feels eerie and desolate. Karen's mind is racing with thoughts of how to make this place feel like home again for Plankton.
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แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐสธ โฟแต‰โฑแตสฐแต‡แต’แต˜สณ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแต—แตƒสธหข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดตแต—'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แถ แต˜โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ โฑแตแต–สณแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—หข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หขแต—แตƒสธ โฝแตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตˆโฑหขหกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตโพ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ โฑโฟแถœหกแต˜แตˆแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดณแตƒสณสธ แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฟแตƒโฑหก แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœสณแตƒหขสฐแต‰หข สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰หข แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธโ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒโฟ แต‰สธแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰แตโธด แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ แตƒโฟแตสณสธ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟโฟแต’สธหข สฐโฑแตโธด แตƒแต‡หกแต‰โฑหขแต— แต˜โฟโฑโฟแต—แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แตโฟแต’สท แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สทแต‰หกหกโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต— แต’แตˆแตˆหข หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต’สณแตหข แถ แต’สณ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แถœแตƒโฟ แต–แต˜แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทสณแต’โฟแต สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต’แต–แต–แต’หขโฑแต—แต‰หข แตƒแต—แต—สณแตƒแถœแต—โธด แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต– แตˆสธโฟแตƒแตโฑแถœ แตˆแต˜แต’ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒหกหกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แดต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต’สทหข สฐแต‰'หข แตƒ แต–แตƒแถœโฑแถ โฑหขแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฟแต’สทหข แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตแต‰สณ โฑหขหขแต˜แต‰หข แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แถœแต’แตแต–สณแต’แตโฑหขแต‰หข แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แถปแต’โฟแต‰หขโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตโฟแต’สทหข สฐแต‰ สณแตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ โฑโฟ แตƒ สทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หข แต—แต’ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตแต‰ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข แตสณแตƒโฟแตˆแตแตƒโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒหข หกโฑแตโฑแต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตโฟแต’สทหข โฑแต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แต–หกแตƒสธโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต—หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต—แต’แต‰ แต’โฟ แตƒ สณแต’แถœแตโ€ง "แต‚แตƒแต—แถœสฐ แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแตโธด สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’แต’หก!" สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข หขแต’แถœแต แต’แถ แถ โ€ง แดตแต—หข สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ สทแตƒสธ แต’แถ  หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต‰หข แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหขโ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตแต’แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’แตแต‰ โฑแถœแต‰ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต—หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แตแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หขโ€ง "แดฑแตƒหขสธโธด แต‡แต’สธ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต หขแต–แต’แต—โธด สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒโ€ง แดบแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต’แถ  แตƒ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต— หขโฟแต˜แตแตหกแต‰หข สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’แต—; สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆแต’แต‰หข สทโฑแต—สฐ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰โธด แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— แถ แต’สณ หกแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดต แตโฟแต‰สท โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต˜แตแตแต‰หขแต— แตƒ แต‡แต’แตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰โธด แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต‰แต—โฑแต—โฑแต›แต‰ โฟแตƒแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดต สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœโฑแต–แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แถ แต‰แต‰หก สธแต’แต˜ หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แต—แตƒหขแต—แต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰หกโฑแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดฎแต˜แต— โฑแถ  แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต— สฐแต‰สณแต‰; แต‡แต‰หขโฑแตˆแต‰หขโธด สทแต‰'สณแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ แต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแต โฑแต—โธด โฟแต’แต— สณแต‰แต›แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต˜หกแตƒ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโธด แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ แต‡แตƒสณโฟแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ หกโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ หขแต–หกโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด แต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแต แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธ หกแตƒหขแต— แตแต’สณหขแต‰หก! "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตโฑแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดต หขแตƒสท สฐแต’สท หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข สทโฑแต—สฐ แตสณแตƒแต—โฑแต—แต˜แตˆแต‰โธด แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแตƒสณแต‰หกสธ หขแต’ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ หขสฐแต’สทหข แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแตโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’สธหข แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หกแต‰แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต‰แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แดณแตƒสณสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สณแต‰หขแต— แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดทโฑแตˆโธด แตˆแต’แต‰หข สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต’หขหข แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต แดต'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โธด หขแต’ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณโ€ง "แต‚แตƒโฑแต—โธด แดต'แต›แต‰ สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต! แต‚สฐแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต€แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แต‡แต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แตƒโฟ โฑโฟโฟโ€ฝ" แดต หขแต˜แตแตแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตƒหกหก สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต— โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐโฑหข หกแต’สธแตƒหก สทแต’สณแตแต‰สณ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ โฑแถ  โฑโฟ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แถœโฑสณแถœแต˜แตหขแต—แตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง แดตแต—'แตˆ แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ สณโฑหขแต แต’แถ  แต—สณแต’แต˜แต‡หกแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ โฑแต—หข สทแต’สณแต—สฐ! แดผโฟหกสธ โฑแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แถœโฑแต›โฑหก แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰หข สฐแต’สท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰โธด โฟแต’ แตแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต’แต›แต‰หข แต’แถ  หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แตƒแถœแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แตƒแต— แต’แตˆแตˆหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆหข สฐโฑหข หกแต’สธแตƒหกแต—สธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โธด แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— แตƒแตสณแต‰แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ โฑแต—โ€ง แดดโฑหข แตแต’แตƒหก โฑโฟ หกโฑแถ แต‰ โฑหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆ สฐแต’สท แตสณแต‰แตƒแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต’โฟ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขโฑแตˆแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แถœแตƒแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต˜หขแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แดต สทแตƒหข แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต— แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หกแต‰แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดต สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ สทแต’สณแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตแต แต—แต’ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— โธ แต’'แถœหกแต’แถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต—โฑสณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’ หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต แต˜โฟแตƒสทแตƒสณแต‰หขโ€ง แดผโฟหกสธ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒแต— แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰โ€ง แดผสฐ สฐแต’สท แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต—; แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  สฐโฑแต แถ แต˜สณโฑแต’แต˜หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดดแต’สท'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต‰?" แดต แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚แตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตหกหก แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หกแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แตสธ แต—แต’แต‰ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หกฤฑแต‰ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแตƒฬŠสธโฑโฟแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ โฑหข โฑแต—?" แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธโธด สณแต’แต˜หขโฑโฟแต หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดผสฐโธด แดต แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต— สทแต’สณแต! แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ หขแต˜หขแต–โฑแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโธด โฟแต’สณ แต‡แต‰ หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต—แต’แต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต‰?" แดต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’ สณแต‰แตˆโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง "แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แตแต’ แต‰แตƒหขสธ แต’โฟ โฑแต—โ€ง" "แต‚โฑหกหก แตˆแต’!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง "แดธแตƒหขแต— แดต แถœแตƒโฟ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แถ แต’แถœแต˜หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœสณแต‰แต‰โฟ แต‡สธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ โฑแต— แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰!" แดต โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสฒแต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆโธด สณแต‰แตสณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแต โฑแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒหข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ โฑแต—; แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต— แต›แต˜หกโฟแต‰สณแตƒแต‡โฑหกโฑแต—สธโ€ง แดฌหข สทแตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต—หขโธด แดต แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตสธ หขแต˜แต–แต‰สณแถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ แตˆแต‰แต—แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง "แต‚สฐสธ สธแต‰ หกโฑแตแต–โฑโฟแตโธด แต‡แต’โฑ?" "แดต แต—สณโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธ สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แดต สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แดต สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดบโฑแถœแต‰ หขแตƒแต›แต‰โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดถแต‰หขแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแถ แต‰สณแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตแต’แต— โฑแต—โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข; แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต'หข แถ โฑโฟแต‰!" แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰โธด สทแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟแต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณหข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดผโฟหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต˜โฟแต˜หขแต˜แตƒหก โฝโฑแถ  แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ หกแตƒแถœแต แต’แถ  แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโธด แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ สทสฐแตƒแต— แต—แต’ แตˆแต’ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข หขแต‰แต‰; สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰หข สฒแต‰หกหกสธแถ โฑหขสฐโธด แตแตƒสณแตƒแต—แต‰โธด แตแต‰สณแตแตƒโฑแตˆ แตแตƒโฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณโฟแตƒแถœหกแต‰ แต‡แต’สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แต’แถ แถ  สทแต’สณแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตหข; สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—แต’ สทแต’สณโฟ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธโธด แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—แต‰ โฑแต—!" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แตโฟแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข โฟแต’แต— สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐโฑหข หขสฐโฑแถ แต—โ€ง แตโฟหกแต‰หขหข สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แถ แต’สณ หกแต˜โฟแถœสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดผสฐโธด สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰? แดต สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰ แตแต‰แตƒหกโ€ง แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜!" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขสฐแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒแถœสณแต’หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰แต‰แต— แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’โฟ แต‡สณแตƒโฑโฟหขแต—แต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แตˆแต’โ€ง แดผโฟแถœแต‰ สฐโฑหข หขสฐโฑแถ แต— แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแตƒโฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง "แดพสฐแต‰สท; หกแต’โฟแต แตˆแตƒสธ แต’โฟ แตสธ แถ แต‰แต‰แต—โธด แตƒหกหก สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แตƒแต›แต’โฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แต˜โฟแตˆแต˜แต‰ แต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตสธ แต—แต’แต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แถ แต’สณ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหกหก แตˆแตƒสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐโ€ง "แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข สฐแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด แตƒ แถœแต’แตแตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถœแถœแต˜สณสณแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—แตˆแต’แต’สณหข โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ โฑโฟแต›แต‰หขแต—โฑแตแตƒแต—แต‰โธด สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต‡หกแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ; โฑแต— สทแต’โฟ'แต— แต‰โฟแตˆ สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง "แดพแดธแดฌแดบแดทแต€แดผแดบโ€ฝ" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแถœสณแต‰แตƒแตแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แถ แต˜สณสธโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜โฟแต‡แต‰แตโฟแต’สทโฟหขแต— แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดนสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒแต— แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง "แดณแต‰แต— หกแต’หขแต—โธด แดพแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดบแต’สท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โ€ง "แถปโฑแต– โฑแต—โธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰; สฐแต‰'หข สณแต‰หขแต—โฑโฟแต!" "แดดแต‰ โฑหข แตแต‰ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰; แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ!" "แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต–แต‰แตƒแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—โธด โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต’แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโธด แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สธแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต‰แต– แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰!" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตหกหก แถœสณแต˜หขสฐ สธแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแตโฑแต—สฐแต‰สณแต’แต’โฟหข แ”†สฐแต‰หกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดบแต’! แดดแต‰'หข แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต หกแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สฐแตƒแตˆ สฐโฑแต หกโฑแตแต– แตƒหกหก แตˆแตƒสธโธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต‰'หข หกโฑแตแต–โฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข หขแต’สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดฑโฑแต—สฐแต‰สณ สทแตƒสธ แดต'หกหก แต–แต˜โฟโฑหขสฐ สฐโฑแตโธด แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰ แถ สณแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฟโฑแถปแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แดต แถ แดตแดฟแดฑ แดดแดตแดน!" แต‚แต‰ แตƒหกหก หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ หขสฐแต’แถœแต แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แถœสฐแต’ แต’แถ  แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณโฑโฟแตโ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตƒหกหก สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต’แต’หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒแต—แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง "แดธโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แตแต‰โธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰; แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข สฐโฑหข สฒแต’แต‡ แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดต หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—แต‰แตƒสณสธ แต‰สธแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแถœแต’สณแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต—แต—หกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โธด แตแตƒแตแต‰ แต’โฟ; แต‡แต˜แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต‰โฑแต—สฐแต‰สณ แต’แถ  แต˜หข แตƒแต— แต’แต˜สณ สทแต’สณหขแต—! แดดแต’สท แตˆแตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต‚แดฑ แดฌแดฟแดฑ แถ แดฟแดตแดฑแดบแดฐแ”†โธด แดฌแดบแดฐ แดดแดฑ แดฐแดผแดฑแ”†แดบ'แต€ แดฐแดฑแ”†แดฑแดฟโฑฝแดฑ แดฑแดตแต€แดดแดฑแดฟ แดผแถ  แตแ”†!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแต—แต’แตแต–แต‰แตˆโธด สฐแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐสธ แตƒสณแต‰โฟ'แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แดฟแดฌแต€แดดแดฑแดฟ แต€แดฌแดทแดฑ แต€แดดแดฑ แดฎแดธแดฌแถœแดท แดฑสธแดฑ แต€แดดแดฌแดบ แต€แดผ แดดแดฌโฑฝแดฑ แดนสธ แถ แดฟแดตแดฑแดบแดฐ แถ แดตแดฟแดฑแดฐ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต สทโฑหกหกโฑโฟแตหกสธ โฟแต’แต— แตโฑแต›แต‰ แดฌ แถ โฑแตสฐแต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สทแต’แต˜หกแตˆโ€ง "แดณแต’ แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโธด แต‰แต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜แตƒหขสฐ แตแต‰ แตƒหข หกแต’โฟแต แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แต— โฑแต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ หขแต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แต—แต’แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต—แต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง แดตโฟ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหขโธด สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰สณโฑแต—สธ โฑโฟ แตโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– สฐโฑหข หกโฑแถ แต‰'หข สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดบแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง
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แ”†แต–แต’แต—'หข แดฌแต›แต‰สณแตƒแตแต‰ แดฐแตƒสธ แดนสธ โฟแตƒแตแต‰'หข หขแต–แต’แต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต แตƒโฟ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต’สทโฟแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสธ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด สฐแต‰'หข แตแตƒสณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‡โฑแถœแตแต‰สณ แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต’โฟ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต‰สณแตหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต’สณ แต’แถ  หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟหขแต˜แถœแถœแต‰หขหขแถ แต˜หก สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหขแตแตƒโฟ โฑโฟ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟแตˆแต˜หขแต—สณสธโ€ง แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต’โฟ หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหข แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข แต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแตโฑหกสธโ€ง แดฌหข แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต›แต‰สณแตƒแตแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ โฟแต’แต— โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณโฑหกสธ แถœแต˜แตˆแตˆหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข หขโฟแต˜แตแตหกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰! แต€สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สทแต‰ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต›แตƒสณโฑแต‰หขโธด โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ แดต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟโ€ง แดตแถ  แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’สณแตโธด แดต'หกหก หกโฑแถœแต แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข สฐโฑแต โฑแถ  โฟแต˜แตˆแตโฑโฟแต แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— สทแต’สณแตโ€ง แดตแต—'หข สณแตƒสณแต‰ โฑแถ  แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡แต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แดต แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แดต แตแต‰แต— แถ แต‰แตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแตแถ แตƒหขแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แตˆแต’แต’สณหขโ€ง แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ สทแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหขโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแต–แต‰สณโฑแตแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด แตแต’หขแต— แต’แถ  สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ โฑโฟแต›แต’หกแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฑหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต’สทโฟแต‰สณ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰หขแต— สณโฑแต›แตƒหก แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดต'แต›แต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แถ แต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข แตƒโฟ แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธโ€ง แดดโฑหข แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแตƒแถœแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแต˜แถœสฐโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰สทสฐแตƒแต— แตˆแต‰แถœแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต‰สณแตหข สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แดฎแต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต’แตˆแตˆหข สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข แต–แต‰แต— หขโฟแตƒโฑหก แดณแตƒสณสธ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰! แดฎแต˜แต— แตแต’หขแต— สทแต‰แต‰แตแตˆแตƒสธหข โฑโฟแต›แต’หกแต›แต‰ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ! แต€สฐแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต—'หข โฑโฟ แตƒ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต›แตƒแต˜หกแต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑแต—หขแต‰หกแถ  โฑหข แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟแต‰สณ'หข แตƒ หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—! แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต–หกแตƒโฟหข แตƒสณแต‰ แต’โฟ แตƒ สทสฐโฑแต สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ แตˆสณแตƒสทโฟ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดฌหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡โฑแต—แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แตƒแต˜โฟแต—หข สฐโฑแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒโฑหกหขโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สณแต‰หขแต’สณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แถ แต˜โฟ แต’แต˜แต—สณโฑแตสฐแต— แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜หกหกสธโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต—!แดฌหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒโฟแตสณสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หขแต’ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—! แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แตƒแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถ หกสธ โฑโฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐสณแต’สทโฟ แต‡สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดตแถ  แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— แถœสฐแต‰แต‰สณ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แดต'หกหก แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดต'หกหก สทแตƒแต แตสธ แต—แตƒโฑหก หขแตƒแตˆหกสธ แตƒแต— แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ สทแตƒหกแตโฑแต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโธด สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สทแต‰ แตแต‰แต‰แต— แดณแตƒสณสธ หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰หฃแต‰สณแถœโฑหขแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณ! หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒสณแต‡แต’แต˜สณ แตƒโฟสธ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแตหข แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหกแต’สท แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หข แตƒแถœแต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  หกแต’สธแตƒหกแต—สธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ หขแต’โธด สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต— แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแตแต’โฟ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แดต แตแต‰แต— แตสธ แตˆโฑโฟโฟแต‰สณโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌหข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ แต–แต‰สณ หขแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหกโธด หขสฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หข สทสฐโฑแต– แต˜แต– หขแต’แตแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต‰แตƒหกหข! แดต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต— หกแต‰แถ แต—แต’แต›แต‰สณหข! แดผแต˜สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตหข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆแต’สทโฟแต—โฑแตแต‰โธด สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต’แถ  แต˜หข แตˆแต’ แต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดต แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต’สณแต แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโธด แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰หข สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต˜โฟหข หขแต—แตƒแต—หข แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ แต˜แต–แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰หขโ€ง แดต แตแตƒสธ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แตƒ แถœสฐแต‰สท แต—แต’สธ แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แดต แตƒหกหขแต’ แตˆแต’ โฑแถ  แต—สฐแต‰สธ'แต›แต‰ แตƒ แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดฌ แถ แต˜โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ แตˆแต’ โฑหข แตแต’แต›โฑแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–โฑแถœแตหข แต’แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐ! แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถ แตƒหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หกแตƒแต–! แดผโฟแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ โฑหข แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โธด สทแต‰ แตแต‰แต— สณแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌหข แตƒแถ แต’สณแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแต‰แตˆโธด แดต แตแต’หขแต—หกสธ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ หกโฑแต—แต‰สณแตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แถœสฐแตƒสณแตแต‰ แต’สณ แต–แต˜แต— แต’โฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตแต’แตˆแต‰ แต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ สฐแตƒหข แต—แต’ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ โฑโฟ แต’สณแตˆแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหขโ€ง แต€สฐแต˜หขโธด หขสฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข แตƒโฟแตˆ/แต’สณ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰หขโ€ง แดตแต— แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณหข แต˜หขโ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดต โฑแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแตƒสณโฑแต’หข แต’สณ สณแต‰หกโฑแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ'หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’โฟแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตสธ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดฐสณแต‰แตƒแต แต’สณ โฟแต’โธด แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สทแต‰หกหก สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต‰แตƒแถœสฐโ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดต'หกหก แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด หขแต’ แดต'หกหก โฟแต˜แถปแถปหกแต‰ แต’สณ สณแต˜แต‡ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— โฑโฟ สฐแต’แต–โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰โธด โฑแถ  โฟแต’แต— สณแต‰แตƒหขหขแต˜สณแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰'หข แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒหกแต‰หข หกโฑแตแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต—แต‰สณโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แตƒแต˜โฟแต—หข แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต หขแต’ แต–แต‰สณสฐแตƒแต–หข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต’สณแต แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สทแตƒสธ'หข โฑโฟโปแต—แต’ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหขโ€ง แดต สทแต’สณสณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐแต’สท หขแต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แดต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แถœหกแตƒแตแต’แต˜สณหข แต’สณ แต—แต’หขหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌหกหก โฑโฟ แตƒหกหก แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ หกโฑแถ แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ โฑโฟ โฑแต—! 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SWEET CWEAM pt. 1 Karen stood outside the dental clinic. Plankton had been in surgery for what felt like an eternity. The door swung open, and a nurse with a kind smile beckoned her inside. "You can go in now," she said softly. Karen followed the nurse down the hallway. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. In the recovery room, Plankton was still unconscious, his face a mask of peace. A line of drool had escaped the corner of his mouth. Karen felt a twinge of guilt for not being there to hold his hand during the surgery. The nurse checked his vital signs and nodded to Karen. "You can sit with him now." Karen pulled a chair next to the hospital bed. Her hand found his, and she squeezed gently. Plankton's eye flickered open. He tried to focus, but his eye wouldn't cooperate. "Karen?" he murmured, his voice thick with anesthesia. Her hand tightened around his, and her screen swam into view. "I'm here, sweetie," she whispered, her screen glistening with relief. Plankton blinked several times, his mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. The pain was a distant echo, muted by the drugs still coursing through his veins. He managed a nod, his eyelid growing heavy again. Karen offered a small, reassuring smile. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice wrapped in a gentle lilt. Plankton's mouth felt like it had been invaded by an alien species, a strange numbness spreading through his jaw. He tried to form words, but all that came out was a muffled grunt. The nurse chuckled, a sound that was both soothing and slightly irritating. "It's normal," she said, patting his arm. "The anesthesia can make it difficult to talk." He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't respond. It was as if he was trapped in a thick fog, unable to move. The nurse noticed his struggle and moved quickly to his side. "Easy now, Mr. Plankton," she said, placing a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. "You're still under the influence of the anesthesia. Take your time." Plankton nodded, his head lolling back onto the pillow. His eye darted around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. His mind felt like it was floating in a bubble. "Wha... happened?" he slurred, his tongue thick and unwieldy. The nurse chuckled kindly. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, Mr. Plankton. You're going to be feeling a bit loopy for a while." The words swirled in his head, and slowly, the fog began to lift. Wisdom teeth? Removed? Plankton's hand shakily went to his face, gently prodding the puffy skin around his mouth. A childlike bewilderment washed over him. "Teesh?" he murmured, his voice smaller than he remembered. Karen nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Wisdom teeth," she repeated, her voice a soft caress in the sterile air. "You'll be okay, Plankton." He squinted, trying to understand, and finally managed to mumble, "Wheh?" Karen leaned closer, her face a soft blur above him. "Wisdom teeth," she said, enunciating each syllable as if speaking to a toddler. "They took out your wisdom teeth." The words sank into Plankton's consciousness like a stone in a murky pond. Teeth? Wisdom? The nurse had said something about it, but it still didn't make much sense. He felt like he had forgotten how to piece together coherent thoughts. He looked at his wife with wide, confused eye, like a small child lost in a crowded supermarket. Karen, sensing his desperation, spoke slowly and clearly, as if recounting a bedtime story. "You went to the dentist," she began, her voice soothing. "They had to take out four of your teeth." Plankton's single functioning eye went even wider. "Foe?" he whispered, the shock reverberating through his fuzzy brain. "Don't worry," Karen soothed, stroking his forehead. "You were asleep. You didn't feel a thing."
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"Honey, did you take out the trash?" Karen called out to the living room. The only reply was the distant sound of the TV playing a sitcom laugh track. She sighed. Going into the living room, Karen found her husband, Plankton, sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly. The TV's blue light flickered over his face. She looked around the room, the piles of laundry, the dusty bookshelves, and the half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table. It was a mess, but she knew better than to wake him. Plankton had been working long hours at the chum factory lately, trying to make ends meet. His snoring grew louder, and she felt a wave of affection mixed with concern. Gently, she covered his legs with a blanket and bent to kiss his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn't wake up. In the kitchen, Karen grabbed a cup of coffee, the warmth and aroma grounding her for the evening ahead. The fridge hummed a low lullaby, reminding her of the chores left to do. The sink was full of dirty dishes, remnants of dinner. A pot with half-eaten chum congealed on the stovetop. Karen rolled up her sleeves, determined to tackle the chaos. She knew Plankton was exhausted from work. The clanking of pots and pans echoed through the tiny kitchen as she washed and sorted, her mind racing with thoughts of their future. A knock at the door startled her. She dried her hands on a towel, leaving wet spots like tears on the fabric. It was Hanna, her best friend since high school. Karen had not seen Hanna in weeks, and the sight of her brought a smile. Hanna was a burst of energy. "Hi, Karen! How's it going?" Hanna's voice was a mix of sweetness and the sharpness of someone who had seen too much of the world. She scanned the room, taking in the clutter, the stale smell of overworked air, and Plankton's snoring. "Hey, Hanna," Karen managed, her voice soft to not disturb his sleep. "It's been a bit hectic, but we're making do." Hanna stepped in, eyeing the mess sympathetically. "Looks like you could use a hand," she said, already grabbing a dish towel. Karen's smile grew. "You read my mind. Thanks." Hanna tossed the towel over her shoulder, ready to jump into the fray. "You know me," she said with a wink. "I've never been one to shy away from a mess." The two of them worked side by side, the rhythm of their movements harmonizing as they cleared the kitchen. Karen felt the tension in her shoulders begin to ease as Hanna filled the room with stories of her latest adventures, a welcome distraction from the monotony of chores. As the last plate was put away, the fridge closed with a satisfying click, Karen leaned against the counter. Hanna looked at her. "You've been carrying a lot, haven't you?" she asked, her voice gentle. Karen nodded, her eyes welling up. "It's just that with Plankton's job, and the bills..." Hanna pulled her into a tight hug. "I know, sweetie. You're doing the best you can." They sat down in the living room, the clean kitchen a testament to their friendship's strength. Hanna's screen searched Karen's for a sign of the spark that used to be there. "I can't remember the last time we went out together," Hanna said. "You two deserve a break." Karen's screen lit up at the suggestion, but quickly dimmed. "We can't afford it," she said, sighing. "Not with the overtime Plankton's been doing." Hanna leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, I might have a little surprise for you," she said. Karen looked up, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" Hanna pulled out a small envelope from her pocket and handed it to her friend. "A gift," she said with a sly smile. "A check from my winning lottery ticket." Karen's eyes widened as she opened the envelope. "Hanna, no!" she protested. "You can't just give us your winnings!" Hanna's smile didn't waver. "I can, and I want to. You've been there for me through everything. It's about time I returned the favor. Besides," she said with a wink, "what's a little chum between friends?" Karen's hands trembled as she read the check. It was more than enough to cover their rent and bills for several months. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she hugged Hanna tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. The weight of financial stress lifted slightly from her shoulders, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest. For a moment, the world didn't seem so overwhelming. Hanna pulled back, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. "Now, don't spend it all in one place," she teased. Karen laughed, the sound small but genuine. "I won't," she promised, the check clutched in her hand. "We'll use it wisely." The two of them sat quietly for a while, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The TV had switched to the news, and the low murmur of the anchor's voice filled the room. Plankton's snoring had become a comforting white noise. Hanna looked at Plankton, her expression thoughtful. 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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 6 (Autistic author) Karen watches him, her screens a flurry of analysis. "How does it taste?" she asks, her voice a hopeful beep. Plankton pauses, his expression unreadable. "Tastes," he murmurs. "Good. Toast good." Karen nods, her screens reflecting relief. "Good," she echoes. "Now, let's make a plan for the day." Plankton's gaze remains fixed on his half-eaten toast, his mind still reeling from the sensory assault. "Plan," he repeats, his voice a soft static. Karen's screens flicker with understanding. "We'll start small," she beeps, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's just get through today, okay?" But as soon as her hand touches him, Plankton flinches. The sensation is like a thousand jellyfish stings, and he jerks away. "What's wrong?" Karen asks, her screens flickering with worry. Plankton's eye widens, his hand going to his shoulder where she touched him. He starts to repeat the phrase again, "Take your time," but his voice is overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of his senses. "Too much," he whispers, his body trembling. Karen quickly withdraws her hand, her screens flickering with concern. "I'm sorry," she beeps, her voice gentle. "Let's try something else." Plankton nods, his hand still on his shoulder, his body slowly calming. "Okay," he whispers. "Not tap. Karen can rub. Hug from Plankton. Not jab. Not poke." Karen's screens flicker with a new understanding of his needs. She moves closer, her hand hovering over his shoulder before gently placing it there, her fingers tracing small circles in a rhythmic pattern. The contact is soothing, not overwhelming. "Is this better?" she asks, her voice a gentle beep. Plankton nods, his body visibly relaxing. "Good," he murmurs, his voice a quiet static. "Rub, rub." He starts to mimic her motion with his other hand, creating a mirrored pattern on his opposite shoulder. The repetition seems to calm him, the rhythm a gentle lullaby for his frazzled mind. Karen's screens analyze his reaction, storing the information for future reference. "Okay," she says, her voice a soft beep. "We'll stick to gentle touches." With a nod, Plankton begins to breathe more evenly. The sensation of the rubbing calms him, like a gentle tide washing over him. "We'll start with simple tasks," Karen beeps, her voice a reassuring melody. "Things that won't overstimulate you." Plankton nods, his hands now resting on the table. "Okay," he says, his voice a steady static. "Simple." Karen's screens glow with a soft light as she considers their options. "How about we start with something you love?" she suggests. "Like working on the Krabby Patty formula?" But Plankton shakes his head, the very mention of the Krabby Patty causing his body to tense up again. "No," he whispers, his voice a harsh static. "Not formula. No more steal." Karen's screens flicker with surprise. "You don't want to work on the formula?" Plankton shakes his head again, his voice barely audible. "No more steal," he repeats. Karen's screens process his words, his change in attitude unexpected. "You don't want to steal the Krabby Patty formula anymore?" Plankton's eye blinks slowly. "No," he says, his voice a solemn beep. "New plan. Make Plankton happy." Karen's screens blink rapidly, trying to comprehend his shift in focus. "Okay," she says, her voice a thoughtful hum. "What makes you happy, Plankton?" He looks up, his expression pensive. "Karen," he says, his voice a weak static. "Love Karen." Karen's screens freeze for a moment, before lighting up with understanding. "You love me?" she beeps, her voice a surprised chime. Plankton nods, his face a mask of seriousness. "Yes," he murmurs. "Love Karen." Karen's screens flicker with a mix of emotions she's never felt before. Love is a concept her programming doesn't fully grasp, but she knows it's important to Plankton. "Thank you," she says, her voice a warm beep. "But we still need to find something for you to do, something that won't be too much for your sensory processing." Plankton nods, his thoughts racing. "Help," he whispers. "Help Karen." Karen's screens flicker with love and determination. "Of course," she says, her voice a warm beep. "We'll find something you enjoy. Maybe we can start with something that doesn't involve the Krabby Patty." Plankton's expression softens, his trembling hands coming to rest on the table. "No more fighting," he murmurs. "Peace." Karen nods, her screens reflecting a deep sadness she's never expressed before. "Okay," she beeps. "We'll find something that brings you joy."
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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 5 (Autistic author) The next morning, Karen wakes up to find Plankton out of bed. He's standing in the middle of the room, his eye focused on the spinning fans of the air conditioner. Karen's screens light up with concern as she assesses his state. "Plankton," she beeps gently. "How did you sleep?" Plankton's eye doesn't move from the hypnotic spin of the fans. "Fan spin," he says, his voice a monotone. Karen's screens blink, trying to understand his single-word reply. "The fans are spinning?" she asks, hoping to engage him. Plankton nods slowly, his gaze unwavering. "Spin, spin, spin," he murmurs. Karen's screens flicker. "Karen," Plankton says. "Fan spin." "The spinning is soothing to you?" she asks. Plankton nods, his voice a faint echo. "Spin, spin, spin. Good spin." Karen's screens process the information, formulating a new approach. "Let's go downstairs," she suggests, her voice a gentle beep. "We'll start with a simple routine. Breakfast." Plankton nods, his gaze still fixed on the fans. With a final nod to the spinning blades, he follows her out of the bedroom. The journey downstairs is a minefield of sounds and sights, but he takes it step by step, his hand gripping the railing tightly. The kitchen is a blur of colors and noises, but Karen's calm voice guides him through it all. "First," she beeps, "let's start with something easy. How about a glass of water?" Plankton nods, his movements still mechanical. He watches as she fills a glass, the water's surface dancing in the light. It's mesmerizing, and for a moment, the world stops spinning. He takes the glass, his trembling hand bringing it to his lips, the cool liquid sliding down his throat. "Water," he murmurs. "Good, water." The simple task seems to ground him a bit, and Karen takes note of the small victory. "Now, let's try some toast," she says, her voice a comforting beep. She slides a piece of bread into the toaster, the sound of the lever clicking into place another beat in the rhythm of their morning. Plankton nods, his attention drawn to the toaster's glowing coils. He watches, his eye widening as the bread turns golden brown. The smell fills the room, a comforting scent that penetrates the fog in his head. "Toast," he says, his voice a bit stronger. But as the toaster pops, the sudden noise jolts him like an electric shock. "Too loud," he whispers, his eye darting around the room in panic. Karen's screens flicker with empathy. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice a soothing hum. She quickly retrieves the toast, placing it gently on a plate. "Let's sit down," she suggests, guiding him to the table. "Take it slow." They sit, and Plankton fidgets in his chair, his eye darting around the room. "Take your time," Karen reminds him, her voice a steady beep. He nods, focusing on the toast. Each bite is a tiny triumph, his senses adjusting to the new world. The crunch of the bread, the warmth on his tongue, the smell of the butter spreading. It's overwhelming, but he's making progress.
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 6 Plankton's eye widen with realization, his memory a jigsaw puzzle with a few missing pieces. "Yeth-terday?" he asks, his voice scratchy with sleep. Karen nods, her smile gentle. "You had surgery yesterday. You're recovering now. Remember?" Plankton's mind fumbles with the memory, like a kite caught in a storm. "I... I think so," he murmurs. โ€œBut what happened after?โ€ Karen's smile doesn't falter. "You don't remember?" she asks, a hint of mischief creeping in. Plankton's expression clouds with concern, his eye searching hers for an answer. "What... what did I do?" His voice is a worried whisper, each word a struggle. Karen's mirth evaporates, replaced with understanding. "You don't remember?" she asks gently, sitting on the edge of the couch. "You had a bit of a... loopy afternoon." Plankton's gaze is a mix of confusion and alarm. "Loopy?" he repeats, his voice weak. "What do you mean, loopy?" He demands, embarrassed. Karen's smile returns, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well," she says, her voice a soothing melody. "You were a bit... out of it. You had a bit of fun with the anesthesia." Plankton's face twists with embarrassment, his hand moving to cover his mouth. "Oh no," he whispers, his voice barely a breath. "What did I say?" His mind races with the potential humiliation. Karen laughs. "Don't worry, you were just a little out of it from the anesthesia," she reassures him, her touch gentle as she adjusts his pillows. "But I recorded some of it," she adds, mischief sparkling in her screen. Plankton's eye widens in horror. "Don't tell me I said anything... foolish," he pleads, his voice weak and thready. Karen's laughter fills the room. "Oh, Plankton," she says, her voice warm and loving. "You were just a bit... confused. Wanna see?" She hit the play button. The TV screen flickers to life, and Plankton's face fills the frame. He's drooling heavily, his expression a mix of wonder and bewilderment. Sponge Bob sits across from him. "I frew," Plankton says on the recording, his eye wide with disbelief. "Wike a birdie!" Plankton's face on the couch is surprised. โ€œWhyโ€™s Sponge Bobโ€ฆโ€ He started, but trails off as the video continues. On the TV, a slurred version of his voice says, โ€œThey goth me all sleeby and thewe I wath flipping and twirling in the wathah!โ€ "Oh no," he whispers from the couch. โ€œI neverโ€ฆโ€ Plankton stops as he sees himself on the screen lean closer to Sponge Bob. His heart races as his slurred words spill out. "I luv to thee youw," he says to Sponge Bob, his face a picture of drunken affection and drool. โ€œYou love to see me?โ€ โ€œOf couth, Squishy! Youw my bestest fwiend evar!โ€ Plankton on the couch is speechless. His cheeks burn with embarrassment as he watches himself on screen, spoon wobbling, drooling, and spilling ice cream. The slurred words of love and friendship to Sponge Bob echo through the room, each syllable a cringe- worthy reminder of his drug-induced confession that he kept to himself, even from Karen. โ€œSweet Squishy. Ith time for nap?โ€ โ€œLetโ€™s get you to the couch.โ€ And the video ends after he snores. Planktonโ€™s cheeks are a blaze of mortification. โ€œYouโ€™re teasing me, right?โ€ he asks, his voice hopeful despite the evidence on the screen. Karenโ€™s laughter is like a warm embrace. โ€œNo, Plankton, you really said that,โ€ she says, her screen twinkling. โ€œBut itโ€™s okay, people say silly things when theyโ€™re coming out of anesthesia. Itโ€™s part of the experience!โ€ Plankton groans, his face buried in his hands. The humiliation burns hotter than the pain in his mouth. โ€œHow could I have said that?โ€ he mumbles into his palms. Karen laughs, the sound a gentle ripple in the quiet room. โ€œItโ€™s okay, Plankton. It was just the medicine talking. You donโ€™t remember?โ€ He lifts his head slowly, his cheeks still blazing with embarrassment. โ€œNo,โ€ he mumbles, his voice muffled by his hands. โ€œBut I canโ€™t believe I said that to Sponge Bob! You think Iโ€™d willinglyโ€ฆโ€ Karen laughs, her eyes shining with affection. โ€œItโ€™s okay, Plankton. Itโ€™s all part of the fun of wisdom teeth surgery!โ€
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 5 Sponge Bob's eyes widen even more, his spongy body leaning forward in anticipation. "A secret?" Plankton nods, his speech still slurred. "Yeth, I thweal." He looks around the room, his expression a mix of mischief and excitement. "But it's juss tween ush," he whispers, his voice a conspiratorial mumble. Sponge Bob nods solemnly, his eyes wide with interest. "Of course it is, Plankton," he says, his voice filled with the gravity of a secret keeper. โ€œWhatโ€™s the secret?โ€ Plankton leans in, his speech still slurred but his eye gleaming with mischief. "It'th that I luv... to thee youw," he says, his voice hitching with each word. Sponge Bob's expression shifts from concern to surprise, his eyes watering with laughter. "You love to...see me?" he repeats, trying to make sense of the garbled confession. โ€œOf couth I do, Squishy Bob!โ€ Plankton exclaims with a wobbly smile, his tongue struggling against the unyielding numbness. โ€œYouw the bestest fwiend evar!โ€ Karen watches the exchange with a soft fondness, seeing Planktonโ€™s usual guard down and his true heart shining through. She's never seen him like this before, so open and vulnerable. "Thath right, I do," Plankton repeats, his voice a warm rumble in his chest. Sponge Bob's smile can't help but grow. "That's so nice of you to say, Plankton," he manages to get out between his giggles. Karen can't remember the last time she saw Plankton this way, his usual stoicism stripped away by the remnants of the anesthesia. It's like seeing him as a completely new person, one filled with pure, unfiltered affection. "Ith wove you," Plankton says, his voice thick. "Youw'we my bessst fwiend." Sponge Bob's laughter subsides into a warm smile. "Plankton, I love you too," he says, his voice genuine. Karen's heart swells with love for both of them, watching them share a moment so raw and pure. Plankton's head nods, his drool forming a small puddle on the table. Karen quickly grabs a napkin and dabs his chin. "Thath so sweet, Squishy," he slurs, his eye half- closed with sleep. The room spins around him, a soft, warm embrace that makes his eyelid flutter. He tries to keep it open, but it like heavy curtains pulling him back into slumber. "Ith time for nath nap?" he asks, his voice a sleepy whisper. Karen laughs, her hand gentle as she wipes the drool from his chin. "Almost," she says, her voice like a warm blanket. "First, let's get you to the couch." With Sponge Bob's help, they ease Plankton into his favorite spot, his body sinking into the plush cushions with a sigh of relief. The numbness in his mouth is slowly receding, leaving a tender throb in its wake. He wraps himself in the comfort of his blanket, his mind swirling with the leftover fog of the anesthesia. Whence SpongeBob leaves, Karen saves the footage from the security cameras. Plankton next wakes up in the morning, sore and also without any anesthesia left in his system. Of course, he barely recalls going to the dentist. He doesnโ€™t know whatโ€™s happened after leaving the surgery. His mouth feels like a desolate wasteland, each movement a sharp reminder of the procedure. He gingerly prods his swollen cheeks with his tongue, feeling the gaping holes where his wisdom teeth used to be. Karen is by his side. โ€œKaren? Whath happenth?โ€ Plankton says, feeling the aching. โ€œWhereโ€ฆโ€ Her smile is a comforting beacon. โ€œYou had wisdom teeth surgery, Plankton. Youโ€™re okay, youโ€™re home now. Just rest, youโ€™ve had a long day.โ€ โ€œI remember going in to surgery. Thatโ€™s all.โ€ Karen brings over a glass of water. "Here, babe," she says, her voice a gentle wake-up call. Plankton takes it, his hand trembling slightly. He sips carefully, the cool liquid sliding down his throat with a soothing grace. He swallows with difficulty, the pain in his throat a reminder of his dental odyssey. "What...what time ish it?" Karen looks at the clock, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. "It's morning, Plankton," she says, her voice a soft chime. "You've been sleeping for a while."
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 7 โ€œSo SpongeBob heard all of it?โ€ He demands. Karen nods, her amusement obvious. "Everything. Even your snoring..โ€ Plankton's face goes from flushed to beet-red. "Iโ€ฆ what?" he asks, his voice tiny and ashamed. "You don't remember snoring?" Karen asks, barely keeping a straight face. "It was quite the symphony." Plankton's eye widened in horror. "Snoring?" he repeats, not wanting to believe it. "And in front of Sponge Bob?" Karen nods, her laughter bubbling over. "Oh, Plankton," she says, her voice full of affection. "It was the cutest..." "Cute? This isn't cute, Karen!" He interrupts, his voice rising in disbelief. The embarrassment is palpable in his tone. โ€œAnd besides, I donโ€™t snore!โ€ Her laughter dies down to a chuckle. "Well, you did yesterday," she says, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Whether or not you do, you did." Plankton's face contorts in a mixture of denial and embarrassment. He can't believe what he's hearing, his mind reeling from the revelation. "But... I... snore?" he stammers, his voice a feeble protest. Karen nods, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You sure did, Plankton," she says, her tone teasing. The color in his cheeks deepens to a crimson red, his eye wide with disbelief. "But... but I don't snore!" Karen's laughter rolls out like a wave, filling the room with warmth. "Maybe not usually," she says, her smile playful. "But yesterday, ohโ€ฆ" Plankton's mind races, trying to grasp the concept. "But how could I not know?" he asks, his voice a mix of indignation and confusion, a desperate whisper. "But I didn't really mean whatโ€™s been supposedly said, right?" His eye darts between her and the now-dark TV screen. "I was just... you know, saying things?" Karen's laughter softens into a warm smile. "You did mean it, Plankton," she says, her tone gentle. "At least your subconscious did. It's just the anesthesia that made it come out so... clearly." His face falls, his eye drooping. "So, it's true?" he whispers. The humiliation washes over him like a cold shower, his pride dampened by the knowledge that his deepest thoughts were laid bare for all to see, even if it was just Sponge Bob and his wife. Karen nods, her screen sparkling with amusement. "But it's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just part of the anesthesia. And besides, you looked so cute and happy, not to mention snoring away.." Just then, SpongeBob comes back to check and visit. "Hi Plankton!" he says cheerfully, his voice like a trumpet in the quiet room. Plankton's head snaps up, his heart racing at the sight of his friend. "Thponge Bob," he slurs, his voice barely audible. "How uh, how are ya?" Sponge Bob's smile is warm and welcoming. "I'm great, Plankton! How are you feeling?" Plankton's eye darts to Karen, who's still smiling, before returning to his friend. "I'm... I'm ok," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. The embarrassment of his earlier admission weighs heavily on his shoulders. Sponge Bob notices the change in his demeanor. "You don't seem like it," he says gently. "Is everything okay?" Plankton's throat is tight with nerves. He swallows hard, his eye darting to Karen and back. "I... I had a bit of a... a misunderstanding," he says, his words stumbling over each other like a tangled mess of seaweed. Sponge Bob's face is a canvas of curiosity. "A misunderstanding?" he repeats, his voice innocent. "What kind of misunderstanding?" Plankton's eye narrows slightly, his cheeks still flushed. "Well, I... I don't really remember much from after the surgery," he says, his voice a mix of apology and hope. "But Karen says I... I talked a lot." Sponge Bob's grin doesn't waver. "Oh, you sure did, Plankton!" he says, his voice filled with warmth. "You had some pretty interesting stories to tell." Plankton's eye darts to the floor, his cheeks blazing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry if I... if I said anything weird," he mumbles, his voice tiny and unsure. He's never been one to show his vulnerable side, especially to Sponge Bob, whose good nature he often finds infectious. Sponge Bob's face lights up like a jellyfish in the night. "Weird?" he repeats, his voice filled with innocence. "What do you mean, weird?" Plankton's eye darts around the room, anywhere but at Sponge Bob's gazing eyes. "I... I just meant, you know, things that might not make sense," he says, his voice trailing off. Sponge Bob nods slowly, his smile remaining in place. "Oh, I remember," he says, his voice soft and understanding. "You talked about flying and being a dolphin. It was like listening to a fairy tale!" Plankton's eye flutters shut with relief. "Oh," he breathes. "So I didn't say..." Sponge Bob's smile doesn't fade. "Well, you said you loved to see me," he says, his voice innocent. "But I knew if you meant it, Plankton. You're my best friend too!" Plankton's face is a whirlwind of emotions: embarrassment, relief, and a strange kind of warmth that spreads through his chest. He swallows hard, his throat thick with unspoken words. He's not one to be so open, but the medicine has clearly stripped him of his usual reserve. Karen watches the exchange with love. The rare moment of vulnerability and friendship was something she never knew Plankton was capable of showing. It was a side of him she had never seen before, and it was beautiful. "So, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his grin as wide as his face, "You're a dolphin, huh? I never knew dolphins snored..โ€ Plankton's face is a mask of horror. "Youโ€ฆ" he croaks. Sponge Bob nods, his eyes twinkling. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice soothing. "But it was really sweet to hear you s..." "Snoring?" Plankton interrupts, his voice higher than usual. "You heard meโ€ฆ snoring?" Karen nods, her screen shining with amusement. "But don't worry, it's all part of the recovery process. You needed that rest." Sponge Bob chuckles, his body wobbling with laughter. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice a comfort. "Many people snore sometimes." Plankton's eye narrows slightly, his pride stinging. "But not me," he mumbles, his voice barely a murmur. "I'm not a snorer." Sponge Bob's laughter fills the room, his body wobbling with mirth. "Oh, but you were, Plankton! It was adorable!" Karen's smile is like a beam of sunlight cutting through the embarrassment. "It was, wasn't it?" she says, her voice chiming in with Sponge Bob's laughter. Plankton's face is a map of humiliation, but his mind is racing. He's not one to let his guard down, especially in front of Sponge Bob. "But...but... I'm not one to snore!" he protests weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's eyes crinkle with laughter. "Well, you did," she says, her voice teasing. "But don't worry, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Sponge Bob nods in agreement. "You looked so peaceful," he adds, his voice warm. Plankton's curiosity gets the better of him, yet not sure if he's ready for the answer. "Can I... can I see the video?" he asks, his voice tentative. Karen's laughter fades into a smile, and she nods, pulling out her phone. "But only if you promise not to get too embarrassed," she warns, her thumbs quickly navigating to the saved clip. The screen lights up with a sleeping Plankton, his snores like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Sponge Bob smiles quietly beside him, his body shaking in silent amusement. Plankton watches in horror, his eye wide as his snores echo through the room, his mouth hanging open. Karen hits pause, her smile still in place. "See?" she says, her voice soft. Plankton's cheeks burn with mortification. "I... I can't believe it," he stammers. "I... I snore?" Sponge Bob's laugh softens into a chuckle. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "We all have our moments." Plankton nods slowly, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He takes a deep breath, trying to reclaim some of his usual composure. "I... I guess you're right," he says, his voice a little stronger. Karen's smile doesn't waver. "Of course," she says, placing a hand on his. "Now, let's get some more ice cream.."
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 6 (Autistic author) Plankton's sobbing slowed, his chest heaving. He blinked, his eye focusing on her face. "Love," he murmured. "Karen love." Karen nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, I love you," she said, her voice shaky. "And I'll always be here for you." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his single eye searching hers. "Love," he said, his voice still flat. "Karen love Plankton. Good." Sponge Bob nods, though he doesn't know why Plankton's acting so different today. "But Plankton," he says, his voice careful. "Why are you talking like that?" Plankton's antennae droop, his eye reflecting confusion. "Talking?" he repeats. "Plankton not understand. How to speak?" Sponge Bob looked at Karen, his concern etched in his porous face. "It's okay," Karen said soothingly, her voice thick with emotion. "Plankton's just going through something." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving his friend's distressed form. "But what happened to him, Karen? What happened with Plankton?" he asked, his voice hushed. Karen takes a deep breath, wiping her own tears away with the back of her hand. "Plankton," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you remember what happened today?" Plankton's antennae twitch as he tries to process her words. "Today," he repeats, his voice distant. "Fell. Head." Karen nods, her screen filled with compassion. "Yes," she says, her voice soft. "You fell and hit your head. It's changed how you see the world a bit." Plankton looks up. "Alterations in the cerebral lobe," he says, his voice flat. "Myelination levels fluctuated. Synaptic activity diminished. Corpus callosum damaged." Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, baby," she says gently. "It's like your brain had to relearn how to talk to the rest of you." Sponge Bob's eyes widened. "Oh no, Plankton," he said softly. "What does that mean? How did you fall?" Plankton's antennae twitched as he recounted the events, his speech still monotone. "Invention. Fall on head hit floor." Sponge Bob's face fell, his heart heavy with concern. "Oh no, Plankton," he said, his voice filled with sympathy. "Is that why you're talking like this?" Karen decides to interject. "It's okay, Sponge Bob," she says, her voice trembling. "It's not just how he's talking. It's his whole...being. It's like he's seeing everything differently now. It's a rarity called 'acquired autistic syndrome' which will be life long with no cure." Sponge Bob's face falls, his spongy cheeks dropping. "But Plankton," he says, his voice full of worry. "What does this mean for you?" Plankton's gaze shifts to his friend, his expression unreadable. "Meaning?" he asks, his voice still monotone. "Plankton different. New patterns." Sponge Bob nods, trying to understand. "But you're still the same Plankton, right?" Plankton's antennae wave slightly as he considers this. "Same," he repeats. "But different." Karen nods, her grip on his hand tightening. "You're still my Plankton," she whispers. "We'll figure this out together."
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แถ สณแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฟโฑหขแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ Pt. 4 โ€œแดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แดต แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธแต‰!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แถœแต’โฟแถ หกโฑแถœแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰โ€™หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ หกโฑแต‰โ€ง โ€œแต‚แต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ โฑหฃแต‰แตˆ แตƒ สทแตƒสณแต แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—โ€ง โ€œแดธแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง โ€œแต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ, โฟแต’แต— แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก โฑแต—โ€™หข แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แตˆแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตˆ สทสฐแต’โ€™หข แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต‡แต‰หขโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒหกสณแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท โฑแต—โ€™หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡หข แต’สทโฟ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—, แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต‰แตแต‡แตƒสณสณแตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒหข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต สทสฐแตƒแต— แต’แถœแถœแต˜สณสณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต›แต˜หกโฟแต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตˆโ€ฆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แต—แต’ หขแต˜โฟสณโฑหขแต‰, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สฐโฑแต หขแต—โฑหกหก หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโ€™หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสณแต’สทแต‡แตƒสณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’โฟแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—, แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แตƒสณโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตแตƒหขแต–หขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ สทแต’สณแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ, แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต หขสฐโฑแถ แต—หขโ€ง แดผสณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แต‚สฐโฑแถœสฐ แต‰แต›แต‰สณโ€™หข แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœแตƒหกหก แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐแต‰สณ แตƒหกแต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธโ€ง แ”†แต’ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแตหข แต’แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แตƒ แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต— สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ แถœแตƒหกหก สฐแต‰สณโ€ง โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡?โ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต–แต‰แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธโ€ง โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท โฑแต—โ€™หข แต—แต’ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแต สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สทโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡, แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต! แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต‰หขแต—แต‰สณ สฐโฑแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต— แต—สฐแต’โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— โฑแต— โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต’แตแต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง โ€œแต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต’แถ แถ  แต—แต’?โ€ แดดแต‰ แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หขแต—โฑแต’โฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แดตโ€™แตˆ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต’แต’แต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แต’แถ  หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต; โฑแต—โ€™หข โฟแต’ แต‡โฑแตแตโฑแต‰!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต’ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแตแถ แตƒหขแต—, แต—สฐแต‰สธ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒ แตโฟแต’แถœแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แดตแต—โ€™หข แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ แถœแต’หกหกแต‰แถœแต—โฑแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’สธหข แตƒหข สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง To be cont. pt. 5
new krabbobton patbob bobplank plaren fraternisation
KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 5 (Autistic author) Sponge Bob seems to notice something off about his friend. "Plankton, are you okay?" he asks, his tone concerned. "You seem a bit... distant." Plankton's eye snaps to Sponge Bob, his gaze intense. "Distant?" he repeats, as if the word is new to him. "Plankton not distant. Plankton focusing." Sponge Bob's eyebrows furrow, his confusion clear. "What are you focusing on?" he asks, his voice gentle. Plankton turns back to the clock, his antennae pointing straight up. "Seconds," he says, his voice filled with wonder. "They change, but always in the same pattern." "Well, I know it's your wedding anniversary today. What'd you get Karen?" Plankton turns to face him, his expression unreadable. "Anniversary," he repeats. "Karen." His antennae wave slightly, as if trying to access a distant memory. "Chum." SpongeBob's smile falters at his friend's detached response. "Is that all?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. "You know Karen deserves better, more than just..." "Better?" he repeats, his tone now tinged with something new: self-doubt. "Plankton did not provide adequate anniversary celebration?" "Well Plankton, Karen doesn't like it when you're just about work," Sponge Bob said, trying to be delicate. "It's your anniversary. It's a special day for the two of you, yet you don't seem to get it. And I can tell Karen's hurt.." Plankton's eye grew wide, his antennae drooping. The words sank in, and his body reacted in a way he couldn't control. He started rocking back and forth, his body mirroring his inner turmoil. The tears came suddenly, wetting his face as his cries echo in the living room, his tiny body trembling with the weight of his perceived failure. "Karen," he managed between gasps. "Hurt. Karen. No, Karen." Karen rushed to his side, breaking at the sight of his distress. "Plankton," she said, her voice soothing. "It's okay, honey. You didn't do anything wrong." But he couldn't hear her, his mind fixated on the thought of causing her pain. The tears streamed down his cheeks. His sobs were loud in the quiet room, each one a testament to his overwhelming guilt. "Karen," he choked out. "Karen, Plankton sorry Karen. Karen." Karen wrapped her arms around him, her own eyes filling with tears. "It's okay," she whispered, stroking his back gently. "You didn't do anything wrong." Plankton's sobs grew louder, his body convulsing with each breath. "Hurt Karen," he kept repeating, as if it was the only thought in his mind. Karen held him tighter, her own sobs muffled against his shoulder. "You didn't hurt me, Plankton," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You just got confused, that's all." But Plankton's mind was stuck on the pattern of his failure, his inability to comprehend and respond to her emotions. "Karen crying, Plankton fault. Sponge Bob say Karen upset." Sponge Bob looked at the two, his heart aching for his friend's pain. He didn't know what to do, his usual cheerfulness replaced with a solemn sadness. He tried to interject, "Plankton, Karen's not upset at you. She's just upset because she loves you." But Plankton's cries only grew louder, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. "Plankton not good," he wailed, his voice high-pitched and desolate. "Plankton hurt Karen." Karen's screen searched desperately for a way to comfort her husband, to show him that his love was enough. But his new neurodivergence made it difficult for him to understand her words, his mind locked in a pattern of guilt and self-loathing. "Plankton," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. "Look at me." She gently cups his cheek, wiping the tears from his face with her thumb. "I love you. You don't have to change for me." But Plankton's gaze remained on the clock, his sobs subsiding to hiccups. "Pattern," he whispers, his antennae drooping. "Missed pattern. Karen, say Karen. Hurt, upset Karen." Karen broke anew, her hands shaking as she tried to reach for him, her voice a whisper. "Plankton, it's okay," she says, her screen pleading. "I'm right here. I'm not upset with you." But Plankton's gaze now fixed on Sponge Bob, his body still shaking with sobs. "Karen," he murmured, his voice muffled by his own distress. "Sponge Bob, Karen." Sponge Bob looked at Karen, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. She nodded slightly, urging him to speak. "Plankton," he said, his voice gentle. "Karen's upset because she's worried about you. She loves you. And so do I." Plankton's sobs began to slow, his gaze shifting from Sponge Bob and then to Karen. "Karen Plankton?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper. "I'm right here," Karen soothed, wiping away the remaining tears with her thumb. "I'm right here, Plankton. I love you."
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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 7 (Autistic author) They sit in silence for a moment, the hum of the Chum Bucket's systems the only sound. Then Plankton's eye lights up. "Idea," he says, his voice a sudden burst of static. "Make something with Karen. Together." Karen's screens blink with excitement. "That sounds wonderful," she beeps. "What do you want to make?" But before Plankton can formulate a response, Patrick Star bursts in. "Karen!" he booms, his voice shaking the walls. "I want chum!" Plankton's eye darts to the door, the sensory assault starting again. "Patrick," he whispers, his body tense as a bowstring. Karen's screens quickly assess the situation. "Patrick," she beeps, her voice firm. "Not now." But Patrick's enthusiasm can't be dampened so easily. He bounds over to the table, his star-shaped body bouncing. "Chum, chum, chum!" he sings, oblivious to Plankton's distress. Karen's screens flicker with annoyance, but she keeps her voice steady. "Patrick, not now," she repeats. "Plankton's not feeling well." Patrick's starry eyes widen. "Oh, sorry, buddy," he says, his voice dropping an octave. He looks at Plankton with concern. "What's wrong?" He asks, poking Plankton. Plankton jumps, his senses on high alert. The poke feels like a battering ram, and he lets out a squeak of pain. Patrick's hand retracts quickly, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. "Whoa, sorry," he says. "What's with you?" Karen's screens flicker with frustration. "Patrick," she beeps, her voice firm. "I'll go make you chum." Patrick nods, his concern forgotten in the face of his hunger. "Okay, thanks, Karen," he says, his voice bouncing with excitement. She retreats leaving Plankton alone with Patrick in the living room. Patrick stares at Plankton for a moment, his expression a blend of curiosity and confusion. "You okay?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble. Plankton's eye flutters closed, his body trying to absorb the sudden intensity of the interaction. "Take your time," he whispers to himself, his mantra a shield against the overwhelming world. Patrick, ever the innocent, watches him with a puzzled frown. "What's 'Take your time'?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble. Plankton opens his eye, looking at the simplicity of Patrick's face. He scoots away. Patrick, unfazed, advances, his hand outstretched. "What's up?" he asks, poking again. The sensation of Patrick's touch is like a thousand needle pricks. Plankton yelps. Patrick, not comprehending, pokes again, his starry eyes full of innocent wonder. "Why so jumpy?" he asks, his voice a deep rumble. Plankton's body tenses with each poke, the sensation like a barrage of tiny explosions. "Patrick, please," he gasps, his voice a frantic static. But Patrick, ever the simple starfish, doesn't understand. He keeps poking, his curiosity growing. "Why?" he asks, his voice a gentle boom. "You're always so bouncy." Plankton's eye twitches with each touch. "Patrick, no," he whispers, his voice a desperate static. But Patrick, lost in his own world, doesn't notice. He giggles, poking him again. "You're like a pin cushion!" he exclaims, his voice a deep chuckle. Plankton's eye squeezes shut, his body wracked with pain. "Patrick, please," he whispers, his voice a desperate static. Patrick doesn't seem to comprehend the distress he's causing. He keeps poking, his laughter echoing through the room, each poke sending shockwaves of pain through Plankton's body. "You're like a squeaky toy," he says, his voice a delighted rumble. Plankton's body twitches with each touch, his voice a desperate buzz of static. "Patrick, please stop," he begs, his voice a high-pitched squeak. But Patrick's simple mind doesn't register the pain he's causing. He keeps poking, his laughter growing louder. "You're so funny!" he bellowed, his starry hands moving like a jackhammer as he starts tickling him. Plankton's body spasms with each touch, his voice a desperate symphony of static. "Patrick, stop!" he pleads, his breathing quick and shallow. But Patrick, in his blissful ignorance, only laughs harder, his massive hands poking and tickling without mercy. "You're hilarious, tiny dude!" he bellows. Plankton's body is a storm of sensory overload, his voice a high-pitched wail of static. "Patrick, please!" he begs, his limbs flailing. Patrick's laughter fills the room like a tidal wave, crashing over Plankton's desperate pleas. "You're so much fun, Planky!" he booms, his hands moving in a blur of star-shaped shadows. Plankton's body jerks uncontrollably, his screams of "No, no, no!" lost in the cacophony of Patrick's laughter. His tiny limbs flail, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of pokes and tickles. Patrick, his eyes wide with delight, doesn't see the tears forming in Plankton's eye. He just keeps poking, tickling, and laughing, oblivious to the damage he's doing. Plankton's cries escalate into a frantic symphony of squeaks and static, his body contorting in a desperate attempt to evade the starfish's torment. The room spins around him, a whirlpool of pain and sensation that threatens to swallow him whole. Patrick, his face a picture of delighted confusion, keeps poking and tickling, his laughter booming like thunder underwater. "What's the matter, little buddy?" he asks between chuckles. Plankton's body convulses with each touch, sobbing as Karen finally emerges with Patrick's chum. She sees them both on the floor. "Patrick, what are you doing?" she beeps, her voice a mix of anger and concern. But Patrick is lost in his own world of mirth, not hearing Karen's plea. "Just having some fun," he says, his voice a deep rumble of laughter. Plankton's cries become more frantic, his voice a high-pitched siren of despair. Karen quickly assesses the situation, her screens flaring with urgency. "Patrick, stop!" she beeps, her voice a sharp alarm. "You're hurting Plankton!" Patrick's laughter abruptly halts, his starry eyes blinking in surprise. He looks down at his hands, still poised to poke Plankton again. "What?" he asks, his voice a confused rumble. "But we're just playing." Karen's screens flicker with frustration. "Patrick," she beeps, her voice firm. "Look at Plankton. He's in pain." Patrick's starry gaze shifts to Plankton, his expression shifting to one of bewilderment. "Pain?" he repeats, his voice a confused rumble. "But we're just playing." Karen gives Patrick the food, showing him out the door.
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 4 "Can I hav thome wathermelon?" he asked, his voice a slurry mess. Karen chuckled and shook her head. "Not yet, Plankton. You have to stick to soft foods today. How about some ice cream?" His eye lit up, his smile growing wider, exposing the whiteness of his teeth. "Ith cweam?" he repeated, the words spilling out like a child's first attempt at a sentence. Karen nodded, her own smile a mirror of his. "Yes, soft serve ice cream. It's perfect for your mouth right now." Plankton clapped his hands together in glee. "Ith weal," he declared, his tongue still thick and clumsy. "My faworite!" Karen fetched the promised treat from the freezer, the coolness of the ice cream contrasting sharply with the warmth of the room. She scooped a generous amount into a bowl, handing it to him with a spoon. Plankton's eye lit up, and he took the spoon with the excitement of a toddler getting their first taste of ice cream. With a clumsy attempt at grace, he lifted the spoon to his mouth, the numbness in his face making it difficult to aim. A dribble of ice cream escaped and landed on the table, but he barely noticed, his attention focused on the cold sweetness that washed over his tongue. "Mmh," he mumbled, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain as the frozen treat hit his sensitive gums. "Careful," Karen cautioned, her voice like a lullaby. "You don't want to hurt yourself." Plankton nodded, his movements exaggerated, like a character in a silent movie. The spoon wobbled in his hand as he scooped up another mouthful of the cold cream, his tongue still struggling to navigate the uncharted waters of his own mouth. He managed to get the spoonful into his mouth with minimal spillage, his cheeks hollowing out as he savored the taste. "Wow, thith ith tho good," he mumbled, his words coming out like a muffled shout. Karen couldn't help but laugh as she watched him. His enthusiasm was infectious, even if his coordination was not. He took another bite, the cold sensation making his eye water. "It'th tho cold!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and filled with excitement. The numbness in his cheeks was wearing off now, leaving a tingling sensation that made his words come out slurred and exaggerated. "It's supposed to be cold, Plankton," Karen said, her voice a symphony of patience. "It's ice cream." He nodded, his cheeks red with effort and cold. Each spoonful was a small victory, a dance between the spoon and his uncooperative mouth. Karenโ€™s glad she turned their security cameras on record. Of course, she didnโ€™t tell Plankton. Not yet. Then suddenly, Sponge Bob comes in the door, surprising both of them. "Squishy!" Plankton exclaims, his voice a strange mix of joy and pain. Sponge Bob's eyes widen. "You okay, Plankton?" he asks, looking at Karen for an explanation. Karen nods, still chuckling. "Wisdom teeth surgery," she says, her voice a gentle whisper. "The anesthesia is making his mouth all numb." Sponge Bob's eyes go wide with concern. "Ouchies?" he asks, his own mouth forming a sympathetic grimace. Plankton nods vigorously, the motion sending a shiver down his spine. "Yeth, ouchiesth," he mumbles around the mouthful of ice cream, his speech still slurred like a toddler's. Karen watches the interaction with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection for her babbling husband. Sponge Bob crosses the room with his usual boundless energy, plopping down next to Plankton. "So, how was your big trip to the dental place?" he asks, his eyes full of concern and curiosity. Plankton looks at his friend with the gravity of a philosopher. "Itโ€™th... advehnturous," he says, his mouth still numb, making each word a challenge. Sponge Bob leans in, his spongy body wobbling slightly. "What kind of adventure?" he asks, his eyes shining with curiosity. Plankton's voice takes on a storytelling tone, his words slurred but earnest. "I frew," he says, his eye wide and filled with wonder. "I frew wike a birdie!" Sponge Bob's grin splits his face. "You flew?" he repeats, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. Karen's smile widens, listening to the nonsense her husband was spinning. Plankton nods, his eye glazed over. "Yeah," he murmurs, his tongue sluggish. "It wath magithal." Karen and Sponge Bob exchange glances, trying not to laugh. Plankton's childlike awe in the face of his own numbness was both heartwarming and hilarious. "Buh wait," Plankton says, his spoon paused mid-air. "Thath not aww," his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I theen... I theen I wath a dolphin!" Sponge Bob's eyes go wide with fascination. "A dolphin?" he repeats, his voice filled with awe. "How did you do that?" Plankton's smile grows even wider, his cheeks pushing against the swollen skin. "It'th a mithtewwy," he says, his speech still slurred. "They goth me all sleeby and thewe I wath flipping and twirling in the wathah!" Sponge Bob's eyes are as wide as saucers, his imagination running wild with the tale. "Wow, Plankton, that sounds amazing!" Plankton nods, his face a picture of seriousness. "It wath," he slurs, his voice filled with convinction. "Buth then... then I woke up." His expression remains affectionate for heโ€™s too out of it to play it cool in front of Sponge Bob. Heโ€™s always wanted him as a good friend but his pride usually stops him; but now, with no filter, Planktonโ€™s not gonna hold back. Sponge Bob looks at Karen with a mix of confusion and delight. "Was it scary?" he asks, his voice gentle. Karen nods, a warm chuckle bubbling up. "A little," she says, her hands folded in her lap. "But he's a tough guy." Plankton's eye swims with emotions, his face flushing with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Yeath," he says, his tongue still a traitor. "Buh now youw know my thecret."
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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 2 (Autistic author) When Karen finally did come to check on him, her digital voice was cool and devoid of emotion. "Plankton, dear, you've been in here for quite some time," she said. "Another fail, huh?" Plankton's tiny shoulders slumped. He couldn't bring himself to explain the chaos in his head. How could he possibly make Karen, his logical, computer wife, understand the tumult of sensations that had overtaken his being? He just nodded. Karen's screen flickered, perhaps processing his lack of enthusiasm as another defeat. "You know what you need," she said, her voice still calm and soothing. "Some good old-fashioned break from scheming." Plankton nodded weakly, unable to argue, which she found unusual. "Why don't you take a walk?" she suggested, her voice a gentle nudge. "Fresh air can do wonders for the mind." Plankton didn't answer. Karen knew better than to push him when he was like this. She had seen his mood swings before, his moments of despair after a failed plan, but this was different. This was something she hadn't seen in her decades of being by his side. "Plankton, are you sure you're okay?" she asked again, her synthetic voice a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions she couldn't understand. He nodded, trying to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. "Sure okay, Karen." Karen's concern grew as she watched him struggle to his feet. It was clear that his usual boundless energy was nowhere to be found. He stumbled out of the bedroom and into the hallway, his steps slow and deliberate. The once-mighty Plankton, reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. As he approached the door of the Chum Bucket, Karen followed, her sensors tuned to his every movement. The usual sounds of their underwater world were amplified, echoing through the narrow corridors like a symphony of chaos. Each step was a battle, each breath a victory. He paused, his hand shaking as it hovered over the handle. "Maybe not today," he murmured, his voice barely audible over his own racing heartbeat. Karen stood silently beside him, her systems trying to comprehend his sudden change in behavior. He had always been so driven, so focused on his goals, but now his eye had a faraway look, as if he was seeing something that she couldn't. "Take your time," she said, her tone softer than ever. "I'll be here when you're ready." Plankton looked up at her. "Take your time," he murmured, echoing Karen's words. "Take your time." She looks at him. "Take your time, take your time, take your time." He repeats aloud back to Karen, who's now even more concerned, her screens flickering with worry. Plankton's voice sounds strange, echoing his own words as if they're coming from someone else, from another time. It's a peculiar behavior, one she's never observed in him before. He walks over to the control room, where his various inventions are lined up like a strange army of metal and wires. Each gizmo and gadget a silent testament to his unyielding quest for the Krabby Patty formula. But now, they seemed like mere toys, overwhelming him with their complexity. The room spins, and Plankton feels like he's drowning in a sea of his own creations. "Take your time, take your time," he whispers, his voice a distant echo in his own mind. He sits down in his chair, his eye glazed over, and repeats the phrase over and over. "Take your time, take your time, take your time." The words become a mantra, a lifeline in the storm of sensory overload. Karen watches from her console, her algorithms racing to understand this new behavior. The phrase rolls off his tongue, a soothing rhythm in the cacophony of his thoughts. "Take your time, take your time." It's as if he's trying to convince his own brain to slow down, to make sense of the world again. The echo of his voice in the metal walls of the Chum Bucket seems to calm him, if only a little. Karen doesn't know what to make of this. Whatever the cause, she knows she must tread carefully. "Plankton," Karen says, trying to connect to his current state, "I'm here for you." He looks at her. "Take your time," he murmurs again. "Plankton I'm here for you." He parrots. Karen's systems whirr, analyzing the change in his language patterns. His usual sharp wit and sarcasm have given way to something more... mechanical. It's as if he's trying to communicate but his words are stuck in a loop, like a broken record. She decides to play along, hoping it might snap him out of it. "Take your time, take your time," she repeats back to him, her digital voice mimicking his tone as closely as possible. For a moment, his eye brightens, as if he's found a familiar rhythm in the chaos. Then, just as quickly, it dims again. "Take your time, take your time," he murmurs, his gaze flicking from one corner of the room to the next. Karen's screens change from concern to confusion. She's observed Plankton's moods and quirks for years, but this is something she can't quite pinpoint. "Take your time, take your time," Plankton whispers again, his voice a strange mix of urgency and defeat. Karen nods, trying to comfort him with her usual efficiency. "Of course," she says, her voice a soft beep in the silence. "I'll always be here for you. Let's eat dinner." But Plankton doesn't move. He just sits there, staring into space, his hand still hovering over the control panel. Karen doesn't understand why he's so upset. To her, it's just another day, another failed attempt at the Krabby Patty formula. But to Plankton, it's like the world has shifted on its axis, leaving his tiny body adrift in a sea of sensations he can't comprehend. "Dinner will be ready soon," she says, trying to bring him back to the present. But Plankton seems lost in his own thoughts, his eye unfocused. So she goes up to him. "Plankton?" she asks, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He jumps at her touch, his senses on high alert. His hand goes to where she touched him, his opposite hand doing the same to the other shoulder. "Karen," he says slowly, his voice a mechanical whisper. Karen's circuits flicker with confusion. She doesn't understand why he's so on edge, why his reactions are so exaggerated. To her, this is just another setback. "Plankton," she repeats, her hand back on his shoulder. "You need to eat. It'll make you feel better." Karen's touch feels unbearable. He flinches, his skin crawling with the sensation. It's too much. "No," he says, his voice a croak. "No dinner." Karen's screens blink, recalculating her approach. "Okay," she says, her voice even. "But you have to eat something." She pats him gently, but it feels jolting. "No," Plankton whispers, his voice a fragile thread. The slightest touch feels like a thunderclap in his newfound sensory prison. Karen's screens flicker, unsure of what to make of his sudden aversion. "Take your time," she suggests again, hoping the mantra will bring him comfort. But Plankton simply shakes his head, his eye wide as he starts to rock back and forth. Karen watches, her confusion growing. "What is it?" she asks, her voice a soothing hum. "What's wrong?" Plankton's gaze flits around the room, his pupil expanding and contracting as he tries to process everything at once. "Can't...can't explain," he stammers, his voice now a jagged mess of static. Karen's screens light up with analysis, trying to piece together what could have caused this drastic shift in his behavior. Could it be something in the latest Krabby Patty attempt? A side effect of his latest invention? "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft beep, "What happened at the Krusty Krab today?" He looks at her, his expression unreadable. "Mr. Krabs...Plankton Sponge Bob, Plankton. Karen..." He trails off, his eye filling with a sudden despair. It's clear that his usual sharpness has been replaced by a fog of overwhelming sensation.
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 2 Plankton's gaze shifted to the ceiling, where shadows danced in the harsh fluorescent light. He tried to remember, but his thoughts were like grains of sand slipping through his fingers. "Karen," he whispered, his voice tiny and lost. "My tweef?" Her smile never wavered, her eyes steady on his. "Don't worry about your teeth now. They're all taken care of." Plankton's mind raced, trying to grasp the concept of missing teeth. He swallowed, the movement painfully sluggish in his throat. "Buh... buth how?" "They used a special kind of sleepy medicine," she explained, her voice a calm lullaby in the stark reality of the recovery room. "It made sure you didn't feel any pain." Plankton's eye grew rounder still, his curiosity piqued. He felt a strange giggle bubble up from his chest, the absurdity of the situation tickling his funny bone. "Sleeby meds?" he repeated, the words coming out like a slurred song. The nurse, used to seeing patients in various states of post-op confusion, just smiled. "Yes, the sleepy medicine," she said, her voice a comforting lilt. "It's to keep you calm and pain-free." Plankton's eye wandered to the IV drip next to his bed, the clear fluid snaking into his arm. "Meee," he managed. The nurse followed his gaze and explained, "That's just some fluids to keep you hydrated, Mr. Plankton. You've been asleep for a little while." Karen watched as his eye grew distant, his mind adrift in the sea of anesthesia. The drool trickled down his chin, and she tenderly dabbed it away with a tissue. "Do you remember anything?" Plankton's gaze flickered, and a faint smile tugged at his numb lips. "I 'member flying," he murmured, his voice a whisper of a dream. "I thaw youw were thewe," he said, his eye half-closed. "Youw wuz a buttefly." Karen's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and concern. "I was a butterfly?" she repeated, playing along. "That's sweet, Plankton." He nodded, his eye glazed with a dreamy expression. "Yew wuz," he insisted, his voice still slurred. Karen couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the day finally breaking. "Okay, my little butterfly," she whispered, her thumb brushing his cheek. "Why don't we go home?" The nurse nodded, preparing the discharge papers. "You can take him now," she said, handing them to Karen. "Make sure he gets plenty of rest and stick to soft foods for the next few days." Karen helped Plankton to his feet, his body protesting the sudden movement. He swayed like a willow in the wind, his arm draped heavily over her shoulders. Together, they shuffled out of the recovery room, his feet dragging against the floor as if tethered to an invisible weight. The numbness in his mouth had spread to his cheeks, giving his face a lopsided smile that made him feel like a clown, his mouth still frozen in a lopsided smile as he chuckles. Karen led him out of the clinic. Planktonโ€™s eye closed as he suddenly tilted onto her, letting out a little snorelike snort. "Plankton, wake up," she giggled, half-supporting his weight. The fresh air hit his face like a slap, waking him up just enough to realize his mouth was still as numb as a brick. He tried to speak, but it was like his tongue had forgotten how to move. "Wha...?" he mumbled, his eye searching for understanding. The world around Plankton was a blur of shapes and colors. "Walky," he slurred, his legs like jelly under him. Karen guided him to the car, his legs moving as if through molasses. Once inside, he fidgeted with the seatbelt, his fingers refusing to cooperate. "Let me," she said, buckling him in, making his eye go wide again. "Thathks," he muttered, โ€œI thee the twess," he said, his voice filled with wonder as if he had just been born. Karen chuckled, starting the car. The engine hummed to life, and Plankton's eye followed the world as it moved past the window, his gaze unfocused and innocent. "Lookit the twess," he said, his voice filled with awe. "They'we aww bending to shay hewwo." Karen couldn't help but laugh at his slurred words. "Yes, they do that when it's windy," she explained, her voice a comforting balm to his confused mind.
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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 4 (Autistic author) In the dim light of the evening, the Krusty Krab was quiet, the usual bustle replaced by a calm that felt eerie. Sponge Bob was sweeping the floor, his thoughts on Plankton. He looked up as Karen approached, his smile fading at the sight of her concerned expression. "Karen," he began, his spongey voice tinged with anxiety, "I need to tell you what happened to Plankton." Karen's screens brighten with anticipation. "Please do," she beeps, her wheels stopping in front of him. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to the floor, his sponge body drooping slightly. "Mr. Krabs was just trying to protect this formula, and Plankton...he just knocked Plankton in the head. Plankton woke up and then without a word ran back to the Chum Bucket." Karen's screens flicker with the gravity of the situation. "How did Mr. Krabs hit him?" Sponge Bob's grip on the mop tightens. "With a frying pan," he confesses, his eyes wide with guilt. Karen's screens flicker with understanding. "That would explain his current state," she murmurs, her voice a steady beep. "Sponge Bob, do you know how badly he's been hurt?" Sponge Bob shakes his head, the guilt washing over him in waves. "No, not really," he says, his voice quavering. Karen's screens flicker with a mix of sympathy and urgency. "I see," she says. "Thanks." With newfound purpose, she spins around and heads back to the Chum Bucket. Back in the control room, Plankton is still rocking back and forth, his hand over his head as if trying to hold his thoughts in place. The door to the Chum Bucket opens, and Karen rolls in, her screens reflecting the urgency of the situation. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft hum, "I talked to Sponge Bob. He saw what happened." Plankton's rocking stops, his eye swiveling to meet hers. "Sponge Bob?" "Yes," Karen says, her screens pulsing with the weight of her words. "He saw Mr. Krabs hit you with the frying pan." Plankton's body goes still, his tremors ceasing instantly. "Sponge Bob saw," he whispers, his voice devoid of emotion. "Tell Karen." "Yes," Karen beeps, nodding her mechanical head. "He told me. I'm going to help you." Without warning, a scanning beam shoots out of Karen's console, enveloping Plankton as his brain is scanned. The results are quickly analyzed, and the screens flash with a series of diagrams and data that even Karen's advanced systems take a moment to digest. "The scan reveals...unusual patterns," she says, her voice a measured beep. Plankton's eye widen with fear, his body tensing as he waits for her verdict. "What does that mean?" he asks, his voice a high-pitched squeak. Karen's screens change to display a 3D image of his brain, the structure illuminated with neon colors. "You've sustained neurodivergence," she explains, her voice a calm beep. "The impact has altered your neural connections, resulting in irreversible autism." Plankton's body goes rigid, his breathing shallow. The word "autism" hangs in the air like a heavy anchor, dragging his spirits down to the murky depths of the ocean floor. "Irreversible?" he whispers, his voice fragile as sea glass. Karen nods gravely. "The good news is, we can adapt. We can learn to navigate this new world of sensations together," she beeps. "It's getting late. Let's go to bed." Plankton nods, his body feeling like it's made of lead. The idea of sleep seems like a welcome escape from the overwhelming day, but as he tries to get up, the room spins again. "Karen," he says, his voice weak. "Can't." With a gentle nudge, Karen helps him to his feet, her wheels moving silently beside him as they make their way to the tiny elevator. The ride up feels like an eternity, his senses heightened to every creak and groan of the metal box. When the doors open, the lights of the hallway are a glaring assault on his eye. He squints, his hand reaching out to the wall for support. In their bedroom, Karen helps him into his bed. The softness of the covers is a stark contrast to the harshness of his new reality. "Take your time," she says, her voice a gentle hum. Plankton nods, his breathing shallow. He closes his eye, and the room seems to fade away, replaced by a whirlpool of swirling thoughts and sensations. Karen's screens flicker with a plan. "Rest," she beeps, her voice a soft comfort. "We'll face tomorrow together." She dims the lights.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 4 (Autistic author) Karen takes a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. They need to find a way to connect, to bridge the gap that's grown between them. "Plankton," she says, "can you tell me about your day?" He looks at her, his eye blinking slowly. "Day," he repeats, his voice lacking the usual inflection. "Plankton worked on invention." Karen nods, trying to encourage him. "What kind of invention?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Invention for Plankton," he says. "To make Karen Plankton happy." Karen's eyes fill with tears. Despite the lack of emotion in his words, she can feel the sincerity behind them. He's trying to connect, to share his world with her. "Looks like we both finished our dinner," she says, trying to keep the conversation going. "What's next on your agenda?" Plankton looks at her, his expression unchanged. "Agenda," he says, as if trying to remember the concept. "Plankton's next task. No get Krabby Patty formula. Rather spend time with Karen." Karen clenches at his words. Despite the flatness of his tone, she can feel his intention to please her, to make their anniversary special. "Let's clean up," she suggests, rising from her chair. Plankton follows suit, moving in a way that seems almost robotic. They work in silence, Karen placing the dishes in the sink and Plankton methodically wiping down the table. As she washes the plates, Karen watches him out of the corner of her screen. His movements are precise and efficient, with no wasted effort. It's as if he's calculating every action, trying to understand the purpose behind each task. "Plankton," she says softly, turning off the faucet. "Could you please dry these for me?" She hands him a towel and a plate. He takes them without a word, his gaze flicking from the towel to the plate, as if studying the physics of the interaction. He carefully wipes the plate, his movements measured and deliberate. Karen watches him with a mix of pride and pain. Despite his new condition, he's still trying to be the partner she knows. She forces a smile, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. "Thank you," she says, taking the dried plate from him and placing it in the cupboard. "You're doing great." He nods, his antennae twitching slightly. "Great," he echoes. "Karen happy." As they go to the living room, Plankton's gaze is drawn to the digital clock on the wall. His eye fixates on the changing seconds, each tick a silent metronome in their otherwise quiet space. Karen notices and wonders if she should be concerned about his newfound interest in something so mundane. "Clock," he says, his voice still monotone. "Time changes. Incremental." Karen follows his gaze to the digital clock on the wall, the red numbers flipping from one second to the next with a quick, silent efficiency. "Does the clock bother you?" she asks, noticing his fixation. Plankton shakes his head, his eye still glued to the display. "No," he says, his voice thoughtful. "Time. Changes. Fascinating." Karen watches him, seeing a spark of curiosity she hadn't noticed before. "You've never liked clocks before," she points out, trying to keep the conversation going. "What's so interesting about it now?" Plankton's antennae wave slightly as he tries to explain. "Clock," he says, his voice still flat. "Time. Changing. Predictable." His single eye remains locked on the red digits, the fascination growing. "Seconds restart each minute." Karen nods, watching his expression closely. "It's like a pattern," she suggests. "A routine that doesn't change." Plankton nods, his eye still glued to the clock. "Pattern," he repeats. "Comforting." Karen nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Maybe you find comfort in the predictability?" she offers. Plankton's antennae bob slightly, as if considering this new perspective. "Comfort," he murmurs. "Consistent. Understood." Karen sits down beside him, her screen drawn to the clock as well. "Tell me more about the pattern," she says, trying to find a way into his new reality. "What do you see when you look at it?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly as he considers his answer. "Pattern," he repeats. "Time, changing. Predictable." His voice is softer now, almost lost in thought. "One, two, three, four, five. Always same." Karen nods, her screen still on the clock. "It's like counting," she says. "Do you like counting?" Plankton's antennae twitch once again. "Counting," he repeats, his tone thoughtful. Suddenly, Sponge Bob comes in. "Plankton," he says, his eyes wide with excitement. "What are you guys up to?" Karen looks over, a forced smile on her screen. "Just talking about time," she says, hoping SpongeBob's entrance will provide some much-needed distraction from the heaviness of their conversation.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 7 (Autistic author) Sponge Bob leaves, and it's bed time. The room is dimly lit. Karen helps Plankton into bed, his movements stiff and unyielding. "Pattern," he murmurs, his eye scanning the ceiling. "Ceiling. Pattern." Karen nods with love. "It's beautiful," she agrees, her voice soft. "But Plankton, it's time for bed. Can I get you anything?" He shakes his head, his antennas drooping slightly. "No, thank Karen. Pattern. Sleep." Karen nods, aching for the man she loves, now lost in a world of patterns and precision. "I'll be here if you need me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. He nods, his gaze never leaving the ceiling. "Pattern," he murmurs. "Safe." Karen lies beside him, their bodies close but their worlds feeling so far apart. She reaches out, her hand trembling as it touches his arm. "Do you want me to turn the lights off?" she asks, her voice tight with uncertainty. Plankton nods, his gaze still on the ceiling. "Pattern," he murmurs. "No patterns. Sleep." Karen nods, her fingers tracing the outline of his arm, feeling the tension in his body ease slightly. She gently pulls the blanket up to his chin, tucking it in around him. "Okay, I'll keep the light off low," she says, her voice soothing. "But if you need anything, just let me know." Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Pattern," he murmurs. "Sleep." Karen nods, her own exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. She lies down. "I'll be right here," she whispers, her hand finding its way to his. Plankton's antennae twitch again as he feels her warmth, the sensation unexpected and slightly overwhelming. "Karen," he says, his voice sleepy. "Warmth." Karen smiles, her eyes closed. "I know," she whispers. "It's okay. I'm here." Plankton's grip tightens slightly, his antennae relaxing. "Pattern," he says, his voice a mere murmur. "Karen. Sleep." Karen squeezes his hand back, aching for the man she loves, now lost in a world where the simple act of holding hands is a complex dance of sensory input and emotional regulation. "Pattern," she whispers back, her voice soothing. "We'll make new patterns together." Plankton's antennae quiver, his grip on her hand steadying. "New patterns," he repeats, his voice slightly more present. "Together." Karen nods, her eyes squeezed shut. "Together," she whispers, her voice shaky. "We'll make it work." Karen can feel Plankton's body begin to relax, his grip on her hand loosening slightly. As they lay there, Karen thinks back to their past anniversaries, each one filled with laughter, love, and the promise of adventure. This one was different, marked by a stark reality she wasn't prepared for. But she knows she'll do anything for him. Plankton's breathing evens out, his body slowly releasing tension. His hand is still in hers, a silent promise that she'll always be there for him. Karen wonders what tomorrow will bring, how they'll navigate this new world of patterns and precision. As sleep takes over, she whispers, "I love you, Plankton," hoping that his subconscious can still hear her, still understand the depth of her feelings. Karen listens to the sound of Plankton's snoring as she falls asleep. The next morning, Karen wakes up to Plankton still holding her hand as his antennae twitch in his sleep. She gently withdraws, careful not to wake him, and she can't help but smile through her tears that threaten to fall. In the kitchen, she starts making breakfast, trying to recall what she'd read about autistic individuals and their preferences. She remembers that Plankton used to love Krabby Patties, but now his taste might have changed. With care, she prepares a plate of square eggs and perfectly aligned toast, knowing that the visual symmetry might provide comfort. She even arranges the condiments in a pattern she hopes he'll find pleasing. As Plankton enters the room, his eye immediately scans the table, his antennae twitching. He takes a seat, his movements mechanical. "Breakfast," he says, his voice devoid of his usual zest. Karen's watching him closely. "Yes, Plankton," she says, her voice steady despite the fear swirling inside her. "I made you your favorite." He nods, his gaze locking onto the plate before him. His hand reaches out, his movements calculated. He picks up a piece of toast, studying it before placing it back down. "Pattern," he whispers, his antennae waving slightly. Karen watches him. "Would you like to eat?" she asks, her voice tentative. Plankton's antennae wave slightly. "Eat," he says, his voice flat. "Pattern." Karen nods, her smile forced. "Okay," she says, taking a seat opposite him. "Let's eat together." Plankton's antennae twitch as he looks at her, his gaze quickly shifting to the breakfast she's prepared. He picks up a piece of toast, examining it closely before taking a bite, his jaws moving in a precise, mechanical manner. Karen watches him, her screen filled with a mix of worry and love. "Is it good?" she asks, her voice hopeful. Plankton nods, his mouth still chewing. "Symmetry. Good." Karen's heart squeezes at his response. It's not the same, but it's something. "I'm so glad you like it," she says, forcing cheerfulness into her tone. "That makes me happy!" Plankton nods, his antennae barely moving. "Happy," he repeats. "Karen happy."
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 2 (Autistic author) He blinked a few times, his vision clearing slowly. He saw her face, wet with tears, and his own realization dawned. "Oh, Karen," he whispered, his voice filled with remorse. Plankton struggled to sit up, wincing as pain shot through his head. The lab looked the same, but something felt off. The air was charged with an unspoken tension that Plankton couldn't quite put his finger on. He tried to recall the argument, but the details were fuzzy. All he knew was that he'd fallen, and now Karen was apologizing for something she wasn't even at fault for. He looked into her screen, searching for answers. "What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Karen took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to say. "You had an accident in the lab," she replied, her voice calm and measured. "You hit your head." But as she watched him, she noticed something else. His movements were stiff, his gaze unfocused. He wasn't quite the same. Karen noticed that his usual vibrant expressions were absent, replaced by a vacant stare. She chalked it up to lightheadedness. "Karen," Plankton began, his voice still slurred. "Karen." He paused, his eye darting around the room as if searching for words. Karen felt a cold knot form. Something was different about him, something she couldn't quite place. His movements were rigid, his gaze unwavering, like he was seeing her but not really seeing her. "What is it?" she asked, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. Plankton's eye finally met hers, but there was no spark of recognition, no mischievous twinkle that she was used to. "Plankton glad to see Karen," he said, his tone flat and unemotional. That wasn't right. "Plankton, do you know where you are?" she asked nervously. Plankton nodded slowly, his gaze still unnaturally focused. "Home," he responded, his voice devoid of the warmth and love she was accustomed to. "The Chum Bucket." Karen's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of the man she knew, but all she found was a distant shadow. Panic began to creep in as the gravity of the situation started to dawn on her. This wasn't just a bump on the head. Something was very wrong. "Do you remember me?" she asked, her voice trembling. Plankton's eye searched her, his expression unchanging. "Karen," he responds correctly. "Wife of Plankton. Computer wife as of July 31, 1999." The words hit Karen like a cold wave. He knew her name, but the way he said it, like he was recounting a fact rather than speaking to his beloved wife, chilled her to the bone. She felt the ground shift beneath her, her world tilting on its axis. "Plankton, what's wrong?" she asked, desperation seeping into her voice. He looked at her, his gaze unblinking. "Wife Karen," he said, his voice robotic. "Irritated with Plankton's lack of attention to anniversary dinner." The words were right, but the emotion, the love, the personality behind them was gone. It was like talking to a stranger, a very tiny, very confused stranger. Karen felt a tear roll down her screen. "Plankton, can you hear me?" she asked, her voice quivering. "I'm not just 'Wife Karen', I'm your Karen. Your partner, your best friend." Plankton's response was a mechanical nod. "Affirmative," he said, his tone unwavering. "Karen is wife. Plankton is husband." The coldness of his words cut through Karen like a knife. Her eyes searched his, desperately trying to find any sign of the man she knew was in there. "Plankton," she said softly, "it's me. It's Karen. Do you understand?" He nodded again, his antennae barely twitching. "Understood," he replied, his voice devoid of inflection. "And Karen is upset?" Karen nodded, trying not to crumble. "Yes, I'm upset," she managed to say, her voice choked with emotion. "But more than that, I'm scared. You're not acting like yourself, Plankton." He blinked, his gaze shifting slightly. "Scared," he echoed, as if trying to understand the concept. "Why Karen scared?" "Because you're not you," Karen managed to whisper, breaking with every robotic response. "You're acting so... different." Plankton tilted his head, trying to process her words. "Different how?" he asked, his voice still lacking any emotional depth. Karen took a deep breath, trying to explain something she didn't fully understand herself. "You're not showing your feelings," she said. "You're not... connecting with me like you usually do." Plankton's face remained a mask of confusion. "Connections," he muttered. "Emotional bonds." He nodded slowly. "Important for relationship. Plankton in love with Karen." Karen felt a flicker of hope. "That's right," she said, her voice gentle. "I know you love me. But you're not showing it, not like before." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly as he processed this new information. "Plankton must adjust behavior to align with Karen's desired emotional output; how?" Karen felt a pang of sadness. He was trying to understand, but his usual charm was nowhere to be found. She took his hand in hers. "Just talk to me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling." Plankton looked at her, his expression still vacant. "Plankton thinking about Karen," he said, his voice flat. "Plankton feeling determined." Karen's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of the emotion his words conveyed. "Determined to what?" she asked, hopeful. "Determined to what," he echoed. "Karen saying, determined to what. Plankton determined to show Karen love, Karen saying determined to what." Karen realized the depth of his change. This wasn't just a concussion or a temporary loss of memory; it was something much more profound, something that had stripped him of his very essence. "Plankton," she began, her voice shaking, "I don't know what happened to you, but I need you to try. Can you tell me how you feel?" But then he starts to rock back and forth to stim, humming their wedding song. The sight of her husband's usually expressive features now so vacant and his movements so repetitive was alarming. Karen felt a sob rise in her throat, but she pushed it down. She needed to stay strong, for him. "Plankton," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "Look at me. I need you to focus. Can you tell me how you feel, in your own words?" He stopped rocking and turned his head to look at her, his eye still distant. "Feelings," he repeated. "Love, anger, sadness, joy. Concepts. Plankton has them. Karen saying, determined to what." Karen's hope sank. The realization was setting in. This wasn't just a case of a bump on the head. Plankton's accident had changed him in a way she didn't fully comprehend. The lab, once filled with the warmth of his passion and dreams, now felt cold and sterile. Her mind raced as she searched for any indication of the man she knew. The way he spoke, the way he moved, it was as if a switch had been flipped. "Plankton, does your head hurt?" "Cephalgia via blunt force trauma. Getting better." He responds, flapping his hands. Karen's eyes widened at his unexpected use of medical terminology. "neurodivergence," she thought to herself. Could it be that her husband had somehow developed something from the fall? It was a long shot, but the lack of emotional connection, the repetitive behaviors, and the rigidity of his speech patterns were all hallmarks of it. She scans his brain and connected herself to the monitor. Plankton looks over and sees the brain scan. "Plankton's brain?" "Yes, Plankton.." Karen says. "Cerebellar cortex reduced synapses and showing minimal activity in the corpus callosum. Irreversibly reduced blood flow in between hemispheric..." "I've no idea what you're saying, honey." Karen interrupts. Plankton's face falls, his usual playfulness replaced by a look of confusion. "Neurotypical communication error," he says, his voice laced with frustration. "Karen, Plankton trying to say the fall caused disruption to myelination.." Karen's eyes widen in shocked confusion. "Myelination? Plankton, are you okay?" she asks, her voice laced with fear. Plankton nods, his gaze fixed on the brain scan. "Neuroplasticity. Synaptic pruning. Autism acquisition," he says, his words coming out in a rush. Karen's mind reels at his diagnosis. Autism? It couldn't be. But as she looks at his rigid body language and his lack of emotional expression, she can't deny it.
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โข”โ พโข‹โ ทโขƒโ  โ ’โ ˆโ €โข€โฃ€โข‚โข โฃฒโขฆโกชโ โ €โข โ Žโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃดโขชโกƒโ œโ ‹โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ „โก€โ –โ โ €โข€โ €โ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃคโ ฆโกปโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โขผโก†โ €โ €โ โก”โก€โกธโ €โข โ ƒโ €โขธโฃโฃทโฃโ ‰โ โ ‰โขปโก„โ €โ €โกฑโ ‘โข†โฃจโ Ÿโ Šโ ‰โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โข”โ •โขโ ”โ โ โฃโฃคโ ดโ šโ ‰โข€โฃ โ –โกซโ ƒโ โ €โ €โฃฐโ ƒโ €โ €โก โ €โข โ žโกตโ ƒโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โ €โข€โ ”โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ ”โกฐโขƒโ ”โ โ €โ €โ €โ ผโกซโฃ โ Žโ €โ €โข€โ คโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฐโขโ ƒโข€โ ‡โ €โ €โฃผโ ‹โฃŸโก†โ ‡โข€โ €โ ธโขŽโขตโ €โ ฑโ ฑโกˆโขงโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกกโ โข โฃโฃ€โกดโกšโ …โ โ ˆโข€โกดโ ‹โ โ โข€โก โกคโ „โฃฐโ ƒโ €โ €โฃฐโ โ €โฃ โ Šโ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ โฃคโ คโ ถโ šโ ‹โ ‰โข€โก โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฎโ žโฃโ …โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกดโ ‹โ โฃ€โฃ โ ”โ โ €โ €โข โ ƒโ €โ €โ €โขฆโ ‚โข โ Šโ €โ €โ šโ ™โขฐโขธโฃทโขฐโ ˆโข†โ €โ ™โฃฎโขฃโ €โ โก”โก’โฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โ Ÿโฃ โ –โ ‹โขโ šโ ƒโฃ€โ ”โ šโกทโ ‰โฃ‰โกคโกฒโขญโ žโข‰โ ƒโฃฐโ โ €โ €โกดโฃ‰โก€โกšโ โ ‘โ ’โ €โก›โ ›โข‰โขโ „โ €โฃ โ —โ €โข€โกดโ ‹โ €โข€โ คโข โขพโ ‹โขกโ žโ โ €โก โ ’โ €โข€โฃŽโฃ โขžโขตโ Ÿโ โ €โข€โ ”โ  โ ƒโ €โก”โกโ €โก‡โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โกƒโ ˆโ €โฃฟโ ˆโก€โก‡โ ฃโก€โ ˆโขงโ กโก€โ ˆโขŠโขœโฃงโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โก โขคโฃคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโขถโ ƒโ €โข€โ ƒโข โกžโ โข€โกผโกทโข‹โฃฅโฃฎโ ดโ โก โฃตโขปโกŸโ €โข€โกผโข‹โขŠโ Œโ €โก โ Šโข€โ Šโข€โฃ€โฃ†โ ƒโ €โฃฐโ ƒโข€โกดโ ‹โ €โข€โ ”โ •โกกโ žโฃ โ โ โ €โฃ โ Šโข€โฃคโ –โฃกโ žโฃ•โกกโ โ €โฃ โกžโกกโฃถโกตโ €โฃธโขฃโ ‡โขธโกŸโ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โข โ โก†โ €โกทโ €โก‡โฃโก„โขปโ „โ €โ ฑโกทโฃ„โ €โ กโกนโก‡โ €โข€โก€โ „โ ’โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ “โขคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ €โ €โกŽโข โ ‹โ €โฃ โกฎโ ”โ ˆโฃฉโ žโ โข€โขŠโกพโขกโก„โ โข โกพโ กโ กโข‚โ  โ Šโข€โ ”โฃ€โกดโข‹โกโ Žโ €โฃธโ ƒโฃฐโ Ÿโ โ €โกโ โกกโกŠโ ”โ ˆโกโขโฃ”โกŸโขกโ žโก‘โฃกโ Žโฃกโ žโ โ €โข€โฃฎโขŸโ Šโกธโ นโ โขฐโ ƒโฃผโ €โฃฟโ ‚โขฐโ €โขฐโ ƒโ €โกŒโขฐโก—โขฐโกงโ €โขซโกทโ ‡โ €โฃŽโข†โ €โก‡โ โขณโกคโ œโ “โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ “โข„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‘โฃฟโฃ–โกพโ ‹โ €โก โ Šโ โข โฃ–โฃตโกญโก‚โ โ ˜โ „โขณโ โกถโ “โฃกโฃฐโฃ–โกฅโ žโ โฃ€โขผโขฑโ €โฃฐโขƒโกผโ ƒโ €โข โกชโฃชโ žโ ‹โก€โข”โฃ โ ฆโ ›โ ‰โฃ โกณโขŠโกดโขฃโ žโขโ Šโ €โฃ โกฟโ ›โขโ Žโข โกณโขกโ โขธโ Ÿโข โขŸโ €โขธโ €โขธโ โ €โขโกฟโ โข โ ‡โ €โ ˜โก‡โ ˜โ €โก†โฃพโ  โ “โ ‰โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ โ ›โ €โก โขŠโฃ โ พโ —โกพโ โขณโ €โฃฝโก„โ €โข˜โ พโฃŠโ ดโข‹โกตโขซโฃทโฃƒโข€โ ”โ โฃฟโ †โ €โ €โกžโขโ €โ ดโ ›โ ˜โฃ€โฃ”โกฌโข–โ ‹โ โข€โ ”โฃถโกŸโ กโขˆโก•โ ›โ  โ ‚โ €โฃฐโ ‹โ €โกฐโ โข€โฃงโขกโกŽโข€โ Ÿโ €โฃธโขนโ €โขธโ €โกธโ €โ €โฃพโ โ €โกŒโ €โฃ€โกธโ ™โฃ„โ ถโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ €โ €โฃฐโฃชโ –โ ‹โ €โข€โ œโข€โขŒโ œโก†โฃฟโ ผโฃบโข—โฃŸโฃกโกŽโขกโ ƒโฃคโ นโ ˜โ ขโกคโข„โฃ›โกโ  โ ผโ โ โ €โฃ€โกคโกžโ ‰โ โฃคโ ‹โข€โ ”โ โฃผโ โ โข โ Žโ โ ฐโ ƒโ €โกผโ โ €โกœโ €โกฐโฃปโขƒโกžโ €โฃธโ ƒโข€โกŸโขฐโ €โขธโ €โฃทโ €โฃธโ โ €โก˜โ €โฃผโกฟโ โข โขโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฆโ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขŽโฃธโ ƒโ €โ €โก โขƒโฃดโ Ÿโฃกโฃดโฃฟโฃทโ ›โ ›โกˆโก‡โข โ —โขธโฃพโ ธโก‡โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‘โกพโฃซโข’โฃดโฃถโขŸโ ตโขกโ Œโ €โ €โ ”โ ƒโก โ โ €โฃพโข‹โ Œโกฐโ โ €โ  โขโก„โ โ €โ €โขžโก’โกฐโข โกโกพโข โขงโกโ €โขบโ ฏโขฅโ €โขธโ €โกฝโข โ ƒโ €โกฐโ ‡โฃธโ —โ ƒโข โขณโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ทโก„โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃจโฃขโข”โฃกโ –โขซโ ฝโ ‘โกŸโ ‰โขธโขฏโขโ ‰โฃตโก‡โฃธโ €โข˜โขจโ ƒโกโ “โ ’โขขโขžโขœโฃฅโฃซโฃฟโกงโ ƒโ €โกŒโ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ Šโ €โ €โฃผโ ƒโ Šโกโ €โ €โข โ ฃโกžโข โก†โ €โกŽโ €โ €โ โฃผโกโข โ Ÿโกธโ €โ €โขธโขโฃธโ ‚โขธโ €โก‡โข‚โ „โก โฃงโฃทโ โ €โข โก‡โกˆโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃดโก†โ €โขฐโก†โ €โข โฃพโฃทโ €โข€โฃพโ €โ €โฃพโ †โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขนโก† โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ šโ ฟโ šโ ‹โ โ Œโ โก โ ŠโกโฃกโขŸโกŒโกˆโข’โกโขฐโขธโขฐโขธโขบโก„โ €โข€โกดโฃทโขฟโ โขˆโฃฟโ Ÿโ ทโข†โกคโข€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃโ Œโก”โ €โ €โ €โฃ†โ พโขโกžโก‡โกœโ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃฏโกดโฃฅโขทโ “โ ’โ ‹โ ‰โ กโขธโ €โขธโ €โ ‡โ Žโฃ โ ฑโขธโ ‡โ €โข โ ƒโข โขโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโฃฟโฃทโข€โกฟโขโฃดโ Ÿโฃนโฃฟโ €โฃพโฃทโฃถโฃพโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโก‡ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ ”โ ‹โฃ€โฃชโ žโก‘โขโขงโ ™โ €โข‡โขธโฃฟโขบโกžโกšโกฏโขดโก™โ ‰โข€โกโ ‚โก˜โกžโ €โ …โ  โ ‰โ โ šโ ฃโ โฃ”โ ถโฃ€โ €โ โกฐโ €โ €โ €โ €โกโฃ„โกœโ €โกทโข“โฃขโ ฟโ โ ›โ ‹โ  โกกโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โข€โก‡โขจโ €โฃถโกœโขธโ €โกŸโ €โ €โข†โฃ โ ƒโกˆโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ ‰โฃฟโฃฟโขƒโฃพโ ฟโ ŸโขปโฃŸโฃธโกŸโ โข โกฟโ โข€โฃดโ †โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โก‡ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โ ดโ žโ งโ œโ ‹โขโ ‚โ Œโกฐโขƒโฃพโฃฆโ €โขธโก€โฃฟโฃ„โขโ ‡โ €โ €โขฏโฃโฃ–โฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃ’โกญโ ฅโฃโก’โ คโข€โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โก›โข†โข โ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‘โ ‹โข€โฃ€โ ปโ ‰โ โ €โ €โข€โก โ ”โฃ’โฃ€โฃญโฃโฃ›โฃซโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโ ˜โ €โฃณโ €โฃผโข โ ƒโ €โ €โ ธโฃนโข€โ ƒโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โ ƒโ €โ ˜โ ƒโ ˜โ ƒโ €โ €โ ™โ ‹โ ›โ €โ €โ ™โ ƒโข โ žโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ ƒ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ‚โฃผโกžโ โฃพโกกโ ˜โก†โขธโก‡โขธโก˜โกˆโขถโ €โ €โ €โขผโฃฃโ €โ €โขธโก„โ ˆโขฝโก‡โ ›โ ทโฃฆโฃฝโ €โ €โ €โ ˜โกŸโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃพโ †โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃฏโกดโฃพโ ›โ ฉโ งโ „โฃธโ ƒโ €โ €โฃผโ †โขฐโฃ‡โกผโขฐโฃฟโ „โ €โ €โ  โขฟโ ธโขฐโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ€โฃคโก€โฃคโก„โข€โฃ โฃคโฃคโฃคโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃจโกดโ ‹โ €โขฐโฃฟโ โข€โฃฟโฃธโ โขถโ งโ €โ ˜โข‡โ €โ €โ ˜โขžโก„โ €โ €โ ™โ งโฃ€โก‚โ คโ ‚โ ˆโขฟโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ ผโขฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โ ˜โ †โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโกโ €โ ˆโ ขโข„โกคโ ดโ ‹โ €โ €โกฐโ ธโก„โขณโฃทโข‡โก‚โฃฏโ €โ €โข โ ƒโ Žโข€โ Ÿโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขปโกŸโ ‰โฃฟโ ‹โ €โฃฟโ Ÿโ ‰โ ‰โฃฝโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโกโ €โฃผโขฃโฃฟโก„โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ œโข„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกŸโ ฏโกถโกถโข€โกถโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โข€โฃ„โก€โขฐโกŸโ ณโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ”โ ฃโ €โกŒโกŸโก†โขธโ ‡โ ˆโ โกคโขธโก€โข โ Žโ €โก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โกฟโ โ €โ €โ €โขฐโกŸโฃ€โฃคโกพโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกŸโขฃโ œโ โกพโ ผโก†โ €โฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ โ €โ šโ ‹โ €โ Œโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ “โฃžโฃคโก€โ โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃทโขธโกโ ˆโ €โ €โข€โก‡โ €โขกโขฟโ โ €โก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โฃถโกพโ ฟโ Ÿโ ‚โ €โ €โ ฟโ ฟโ ›โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ „โ Šโ โ €โกธโกทโขฃโ บโฃ†โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกฐโ ‡โ ˜โก„โ €โ €โ €โขธโ €โข โขฟโขนโ €โ €โก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกตโ “โ โ €โ ˆโ ›โฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โข€โฃ‡โฃ โฃŸโกŸโกœโก€โ €โก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃพโก†โข โฃทโก†โ €โฃผโ ‡โฃฐโก‡โขฐโฃทโ €โข€โฃพโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขนโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโ ‹โฃฟโขฐโ ‡โขธโฃฑโก€โขคโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโข โกพโฃฟโฃ‡โฃผโ โข โกฟโข€โฃฟโขฟโฃงโฃผโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ ‚ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโ ‡โ €โฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โกโ โขธโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโกŸโ โขฟโฃฟโ ‹โข€โฃพโ โฃพโ ƒโ ˆโฃฟโกŸโ €โฃคโกฆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขนโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโกŸโ €โขฐโฃŸโ ‡โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โกผโ —โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ ˆโ ƒโ €โ ‰โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ žโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ โ €โกพโ Šโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ Žโ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขปโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ “โข„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ ‹โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃทโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‹โขฆโก€โ €โข€โ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃดโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‚โข„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขปโกฝโข†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ žโฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ ขโข„โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ โฃดโกพโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโกŽโขณโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ žโ โฃผโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โก€โ คโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ “โขพโ —โฃ€โ คโ คโ คโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฏโฃณโ €โ นโฃ†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฐโ ฆโ „โฃ€โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โก€โ  โ ดโ ›โ โ €โ €โ €โข€โกœโ โ €โกฐโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โข‹โ –โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโขŒโก†โ €โ ˆโขทโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ จโก™โขฟโฃฟโฃ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ปโฃ›โฃฉโขฟโก‹โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกดโ ‹โ €โข€โฃดโ ฟโฃฟโ …โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โ —โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโกโ ณโฃตโ €โ €โ €โ นโฃฆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‘โ ฆโฃคโฃคโฃญโฃญโฃญโฃญโฃญโขฉโกญโ –โ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกดโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โฃฒโ ฏโขธโกฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขณโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกดโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโกฟโขŒโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฉโกฟโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ Žโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขโกบโขโฃฟโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃผโฃงโ €โขˆโ ขโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โข˜โฃโขฟโฃ†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃพโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ’โ โ €โขธโขนโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃคโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ ‘โขŒโขฒโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ ณโฃ…โกซโ ณโฃคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃพโกฝโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ โฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโ €โ €โ €โขณโฃโ ฃโก€โ €โ €โ €โขปโกŸโ †โ ˆโ นโ ถโฃคโฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โก€โฃ€โข€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ โฃดโ ฟโฃ›โขโกƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ†โ €โ €โ ˆโขฏโกซโกณโก€โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃฏโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ‰โ ™โ ™โ ‹โ ›โ ™โขซโฃโกณโขŽโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกดโ –โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃคโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ โฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃ„โ €โ ˆโกŸโฃฌโก‘โ „โ €โ €โ €โ ฑโกทโฃ‚โ คโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃœโฃชโกโ €โ €โ €โ €โกฐโ โ โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃคโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃ„โ ธโกฆโก‹โกฆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขŽโ ™โ •โฃ“โ ‚โ คโข€โข โ „โ €โ €โ œโ ณโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โข€โกพโข‹โกฅโ ดโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃคโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃคโฃดโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃŒโกขโกนโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โก–โ ”โฃ’โก โ „โกญโ ƒโ €โ €โ โกบโ โ €โ €โข€โกดโขฟโก™โ ƒโฃโ ’โ ‰โ โข€โฃ โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € 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แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท แต’โฟหกสธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰ สฐโฑแตโธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑโฟแต‰แตƒแต–แต–หกแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ ' *แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰* ' แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ โฑโฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโธด แตโฑแตˆ; แดต'แต แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โ€ง" แดดแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆ หกแต’แต’แต แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตสธ แต‡แต‰แตˆ? แต€สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข สณแต’แต’แต แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง" แ”†แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต–แต˜หกหกโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—หขโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ สทแต’สณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ สฐแตƒสณแต โฑโฟ แตสธ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰หขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ! แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แตƒสทแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท หขแต’แตแต‰แตˆแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜แต–แต‰สณโปแต›โฑหกหกแตƒโฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต˜สธหข แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แถ แต— หขแต–แต’แต—หขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  แตสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตสณแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธโธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แถœแต˜สณหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตหข สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰โ€ง" 'โ€งโ€งโ€ง' "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท?" 'โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" ' *หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต* ' "โ€งโ€งโ€งแถœแตƒโฟ'แต— หขแต—แตƒสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY iii (Autistic author) Karen picked him up, and carried his limp form to his bed. She stood there for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall. The snores grew quieter as sleep consumed him. The weight of what had just happened settled on her shoulders. Karen lay him down gently. She tucked him in, his antennae resting against the pillow. The room was quiet except for his soft snores, a stark contrast to the chaos that had filled it moments before. Karen sat by his side, her hand on his arm. After a few moments, she stood up and walked to the door, closing it gently behind her. She found Hanna in the living room, her eyes red-rimmed and worried. "Hanna, I need to talk to you," Karen said, her voice firm but not accusing. Hanna looked up, her expression hopeful for guidance. Karen sat beside her, her eyes on her own hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. "Plankton's been through a lot," she began, her voice measured. "He's different now." Hanna nodded, her eyes wide with unspoken questions. "Still coming to terms with it but you're just fine. It's a rarity, yet he'll be fine." "I guess I'll head out. I never meant to cause Plankton distress." Karen nodded, her eyes still on her fidgeting hands. "Thank you for understanding. I'm pretty sure he knows you didn't mean to, but I can still tell him when he wakes up." Hanna left, and Karen went back to the bedroom. Plankton was still asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful. Karen sat by the bed. Plankton's snores were the only sound in the room, a gentle reminder of the peace that sleep brought him from his tumultuous world of heightened senses. Karen took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. This was their new normal, a dance of understanding and patience they would have to learn. When Plankton next woke up, his eye searched the room, his antennae twitching slightly. He looked over to find Karen sitting in a chair beside the bed, her gaze on him. "Hi," she said, her voice gentle. He sat up slowly, the fabric of the bed rustling beneath his weight. "How are you feeling?" Karen's concern was palpable, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress. Plankton took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts. Karen's presence was a balm to his soul, her understanding a lifeline in the storm of sensory input. "Where's Hanna?" Karen sighed, her gaze never leaving his face. "She left, sweetie. You were a bit...overwhelmed." Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching with the memory of the sensory assault. "It's okay," Karen assured him, her voice a soft whisper. "She just didn't understand, and felt bad for the way she treated you." Plankton nodded, his antennae still. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos from before. He took a moment to collect himself, his thoughts racing. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Karen reached out and took his hand, her grip firm but gentle. "You have nothing to apologize for," she said, her tone soothing. "This is all new to us. Would you like to eat?" Plankton nodded. "I'll get you something quiet and simple," Karen said, standing up. She knew that too much stimulation could send him spiraling. In the kitchen, she prepared a snack of plain crackers. She placed the plate on the table carefully, not wanting to startle his heightened senses again. Plankton entered the room, his movements deliberate and slow. He sat down across from her, his eye darting around the room. "It's ok," Karen reassured him, handing him the plate of crackers. "Just food." "Just food. It's ok; just food." He repeats back to himself, focusing on the plate. Each cracker was a tiny square of safety, a familiar comfort in a sea of sensory uncertainty. He took a deep breath and selected one. The taste was comforting, a reminder of a simpler time. Karen watched him, her screen filled with love. Plankton took a sip of water, his eye never leaving hers. "It's ok just food," he said again, his voice still low. "Karen good and good food. It's ok." Karen nodded, her smile a mix of relief and sadness. She knew his echolalic tendencies was the autism, but she's glad he likes the food as well. They sat in silence, the only sound the crunch of crackers and the occasional sip of water. Plankton's eye focused on the cracker in his hand, the patterns on the surface a comfort. His autistic brain craved the predictability, the sameness that calmed his nerves. This was the man she knew, yet he was different. The Plankton who was always plotting and scheming was now one who found comfort in the mundane. His mind felt clearer now, the overwhelming chaos of the earlier encounter with Hanna beginning to fade. Karen watched him, her heart breaking for the silent struggle she knew he faced every moment. "I'll talk to Hanna," she said gently. "I'll explain. What do you want me to tell her? What'd you like for her to know?" Plankton's gaze remained on the cracker, his thumb tracing the edge. "Tell her sorry," he mumbled. "What else? I mean, is it ok if I tell her you're autistic now? Or what about the accident that lead to the autism?" Plankton's antennae twitched at the word 'accident', his mind reeling with memories of the stove, the fight with Mr. Krabs, the pain. But he nodded slowly. "Ok," he murmured. Karen's heart ached at the simplicity of his response. The complexity of his thoughts was now a tightly guarded secret, hidden behind a wall of sensory overload. "Okay, I will," Karen said, her voice soft. "But remember, it's ok to be different." Plankton nodded, his eye still on his food. But as he took another cracker, he paused. He looked up, his gaze locking with hers. "Karen," he said, his voice a little stronger now. "I, I l-love you." Karen's eyes widened at the sudden declaration. "Oh, Plankton," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too." Plankton nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Karen making everything okay," he murmured. He took another cracker, his hands shaking slightly. "You make Plankton feel safe," he continues with sincerity. "In a world that's too much, Karen not too much." Karen's eyes filled with tears at his heartfelt words. She reached across the table and took his hand. "Plankton, I'm here for you. Always." Plankton's antennae stopped twitching. He looked into her screen, his own filled with a depth of emotion that hadn't seen before. "You good, Karen," he said, his voice steady. "Helping Plankton." Plankton was finding his way to express himself, to connect with her in a way that was meaningful. She squeezed his hand. "I'll always help you," she promised. "Karen," Plankton began, his voice tentative. He took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "I love you, Karen," he said finally, his eye intense with feeling. Karen swelled with love and pride. Despite his struggles, Plankton was learning to express his emotions in a way that made sense to him. It was a victory, small but significant. "Thank you, Plankton," she said, squeezing his hand. "Your love makes me happy." His antennae twitched slightly, a sign of his awkwardness with the emotional exchange. The room was quiet, the only noise the soft sound of their breathing and the occasional crunch of a cracker. Plankton's eye searched hers, looking for reassurance. "Plankton need...space," he managed, his voice shaky. "Too...much emotional interaction. Still love." Karen nodded, understanding dawning. "Okay, sweetie," she said, releasing his hand. "I'll be right here. Take all the time you need."
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 1 (Autistic author) "You never listen to me!" Karen exclaimed, her voice echoing through the small lab. Her husband, Plankton, looked up from his invention, a frown furrowing his brow. "What's wrong now?" he asked. "It's the same thing, every single day," Karen said, crossing her arms. "You're always so focused on your work, you forget what's important." Plankton sighed, setting down his wrench. "And what's that?" Karen's eyes flashed with frustration. "Our anniversary dinner, for one," she said. "You promised we'd go out tonight, remember?" Plankton's frown deepened as he tried to recall the conversation. "The dinner...right. I thought it was next week," he mumbled, his gaze darts back to his invention. "No, it's tonight!" Karen's voice was now a mix of annoyance and desperation. "I've had this all planned out for weeks, and you've barely even acknowledged it." Plankton looked at her, his eye suddenly wide with realization. "Tonight? But I've got the final adjustments. It's a breakthrough, Karen!" Karen threw her hands in exasperation. "It's always a breakthrough, isn't it? When are you going to realize that we need to make time for us?" Plankton took a step. "You know how important this is to me, to us," he said, his voice softening. "Once I get this right, we can finally be happy, have the life we deserve when I..." "When you what?" Karen interrupted. "When you finally steal the Krabby Patty formula?" she finished for him, her tone heavy with sarcasm. "Is that what you think will fix everything?" Plankton's shoulders slumped. He knew his obsession with Mr. Krabs' secret formula was a sore spot for Karen, but he couldn't help the hope that burned inside him. "It's not just about that," he said, trying to explain. "It's about proving to everyone, including myself, that I can do something big." He gets up on the shelf. Karen turns away. Karen's frustration boiled over, her face flushing. "You're so caught up in this ridiculous vendetta that you don't even see what you're doing to us!" she yelled, slamming her hand down on the lab table. The sudden noise startled Plankton enough to wobble on his precarious perch, and with a tiny squeak of terror, he lost his balance and toppled over. His invention fell with him, colliding with his head with an ominous clank. Karen turns around, her anger replaced with concern in an instant. "Plankton, are you ok?" He lay still. Karen rushed over. He was unconscious. Karen knelt beside his tiny body. "Plankton," she whispered, shaking him gently. Panic began to set in as he didn't stir. The weight of her actions crashed down on her. She hadn't meant for it to go this far. "Plankton, talk to me," she begged. With trembling fingers, she checked for a pulse. It was faint but there, and she felt a small wave of relief. But he was still out cold. Her mind raced as she tried to think what to do next. Calling for help was out of the question; their rivalry with Mr. Krabs meant they couldn't afford any more attention from the authorities. She knew they gotta wait it out. Gently, she picked him up. He was surprisingly heavy for his size. Carefully, she cradled him in her arms and laid him down on the couch. The room was eerily silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Karen sat beside his unconscious form, her eyes brimming with worry. The fight they'd just had seemed trivial now. "I'm sorry," she murmured, stroking his antennae gently. "You're right, I know how much this means to you. But I just want you to know that no matter what, I'm here for you." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she talked to him, as if fearful that speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile peace that had settled over the room. "You don't have to prove anything to me, or to anyone else. I'm proud of you just the way you are." Karen's eyes searched Plankton's face for any sign of movement, but his features remained slack, his eye closed. She leaned in closer. "You're a brilliant inventor," she continued. "But you're also a husband, and I need you to remember that." Her voice was filled with a mixture of love and desperation. "I know you can't hear me right now, but I need you to know," she continued, her voice shaking slightly. "I know you're tired of always being second best. But to me, you're not just Plankton, you're the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with." Karen took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she held onto his limp form. "We've been through so much together, and I know you think the Krabby Patty is the key to our happiness, but it's not. It's you. It's us." Her voice grew stronger, fueled by the passion of her words. "We can have a great life without that formula. We can build something new, something just for us." Plankton's chest began to rise and fall more evenly, his breathing steady. Karen watched him, hope growing in her heart. Maybe he could hear her after all. "When you wake up, let's talk. Let's put this behind us and make a promise to each other to make our marriage a priority," she pleaded, her eyes never leaving his face. The minutes dragged by, each one heavier than the last. The silence in the lab was a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of whirring machines and Plankton's excited exclamations. Karen's mind raced with thoughts of all the times they'd shared, laughing and planning together, and she couldn't help but reflect on their relationship. The countless nights spent in the lab, the stolen glances of affection, and the shared dream of a better future. It all flashed before her eyes, and she realized just how much Plankton meant to her. With her heart pounding in her chest, she leaned closer to his unconscious form, her voice trembling. "Plankton, please wake up," she whispered. "I need you to hear me. Our love is our greatest invention, not some secret recipe. I know I've been pushing you, but it's because I see how much this obsession consumes you." She took a deep breath, her voice steadying. "But if you can't let go of this dream, I'll support you. I'll always be here, by your side, no matter what." After a long silence, Plankton groaned. Karen gasped, her eyes filling with relief as she saw the spark of consciousness as he opens his eye. He groaned softly, his hand coming up to rub his head. "Where?" he mumbled, his voice slurred with confusion. Karen took his hand, her voice gentle. "You're on the couch, Plankton. You fell."
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 3 The car ride home was a blur of sights and sounds that Plankton struggled to make sense of. The sun was bright, piercing through the numbness like a needle. He leaned his head against the cool glass of the window, watching the world slide by like a slow-moving painting. "Muh face ith funny," he mumbled, poking at his cheek with a finger. The skin felt like it didn't belong to him, a puffy alien appendage attached to his face. Karen just smiled, her eyes on the road. "You're just a bit swollen, Plankton. It'll go down soon," she soothed. "Buh ith wobbly," he laughs. "Muh tongue feelth bith," he complained. Karen's smile grew wider, her eyes never leaving the road. "It's the anesthesia, sweetie. It'll wear off." Plankton's eye grew even wider at her words, his mouth moving in silent protest. "Ith not funny," he slurred, his voice a comical mix of indignation and innocence. Karen couldn't help but laugh a little, the tension of the day finally easing. "I know, I know," she soothed, her eyes dancing with mirth. "But you're so cute when you're all sleepy and confused." Plankton's eye narrowed, the childish innocence fading a touch. "Cuth?" he repeated, his voice a mix of hurt and indignance. "I'm not cuth. I'm in pwain," he whined, his words slurring together like wet paint. Karen's laughter filled the car, a soothing balm to his bruised ego. "I know you are, Plankton," she said, her voice a warm caress. "But you're also really adorable." Plankton pouted, his cheek pressing against the window. The cold glass felt good against his swollen skin. "I'm not thorable," he murmured. Karen's laughter was a gentle melody that floated through the car, turning into their driveway. "You're not a baby. You're my brave husband." Plankton's pout turned into a lopsided smile at the praise. "Thathks," he murmured. The garage door rumbled open, and Karen helped him into the Chum Bucket. Once inside, the coolness of their living room washed over him like a wave. He looked around with fresh eyes, as if seeing their home for the first time. "Wook at the wawws," he said, stumbling over to them. "They'we so big." Karen followed, shaking her head and smiling at his disjointed words. "Yes, dear, they're the same walls as always." He looked at her with wonder, his thoughts racing like a child's. "Buth they'we nah alwaysth big," he insisted, his voice filled with awe. Karen just smiled, leading him to the couch. "You're feeling a bit loopy from the medicine," she said, helping him sit down. Plankton's eye lit up as he examined the cushions. "Theth awe soggy," he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. Karen chuckled, helping him settle into the plush seat. The numbness was slowly receding, but his tongue remained a traitor, tripping over every word. He looked around the room with fresh curiosity, his thoughts swirling like colored sugar in a cup of tea.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 8 (Autistic author) Karen's eyes well up with tears as she watches him eat, his movements so deliberate and calculated. It's a stark contrast to the impulsive and energetic Plankton she's known for years. She takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the small victory of his willingness to eat. As they sit in silence, Karen can't help but feel a sense of loss for the man she married. His eye darts around the room, his antennae twitching at every sound. She wonders what's going on in his mind. "Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. "What do you see?" He points to the toast, his finger trembling slightly. "Squares," he says, his voice flat. "Squares make sense." Karen nods, her eyes glistening with tears. "I know, sweetheart," she says, her voice soothing. "Everything is in its place." Plankton's antennae quiver slightly as he swallows the last of his toast. "Plankton," he murmurs, his gaze returning to the clock. "Time to...do." Before Karen could decipher his words, Sandy suddenly burst in through the door, as she ran up to the table. "I'm back from my trip to Texas!" Plankton's head snapped up, his antennae waving erratically. "Sandy," he murmured, his face contorting in an effort to process the new presence. "Howdy!" She says to him as she pats his shoulder, which irritates him. Plankton flinches, his antennas curling inward instinctively. "Sandy," he says, his voice tight. But she doesn't notice his discomfort. "How's my favorite mad scientist?" she asks, her voice booming as she nudges him with her elbow. Plankton's body stiffens, his antennae shooting straight up. "Sandy," he says, his voice strained. "No." "No? No what?" She asks him while poking at him with her finger. Plankton's eye widens, his body growing rigid. "Stop," he whispers, his voice strained. "Sandy, no." She sees his breakfast plate. "Oh, eggs and toast! Back in Texas, we spread the egg on to the toast." And without warning, she scrapes his eggs on his toast. If Plankton wasn't frustrated before, well he certainly is now. "Sandy, no!" Plankton squeaks out, his antennae waving wildly. The sudden change in his breakfast pattern is too much for his overwhelmed mind. "What's wrong?" Sandy asks, her cheerfulness not noticing his distress. "It's just how we do it back home!" She scoops up the eggs off the toast and put them back, yet his breakfast's already been ruined, not to mention the sight of bread crumbs in the egg.. Plankton's antennae are shaking rapidly now, his eye darting between the mashed eggs and the now crumbling toast. "Enough," he whispers, his voice tight. Sandy rests her hand on his shoulder. "Well then eat..." But Plankton can't. The disruption in his routine, the assault on his senses, the chaos she's brought into his carefully crafted world of patterns and precision, it's all too much. His body starts to shake. "No more, no NO!" he shouts, his voice a mix of frustration and panic. Karen jumps up. "Sandy, stop," she says firmly, placing her hand on Plankton's shoulder. "You're upsetting him." Sandy's expression falls. "But I put the food back, Plankton..." But it's too late. Plankton's eye widens, his antennae quivering. The plate of food before him is a mess, the calmness destroyed. "Food ruined!" he shrieks, his voice breaking. "Sandy, no good!" Sandy's eyes widen in shock, taking a step back. "Plankton I'm sorry!" But Plankton's accusations don't stop. "Ruined," he wails, his voice rising in pitch. "Sandy ruined breakfast. Now, broken!" Karen's heart races as she tries to soothe him, her voice calm and steady. "Plankton," she says, placing a gentle hand on his quivering arm. "It's okay. Let's make you a new plate." But Plankton's agitation only escalates, his eye wide with fear and anger at the sight of Sandy. "Sandy hurt Karen," he says, his voice shaky. "Sandy hurt Plankton. No good." "How'd I hurt..." Sandy starts, but Plankton's not gonna let her finish. "No good!" Plankton shouts, his antennae whipping around like tiny furious whips. Sandy's eyes widen with shock. She's never seen Plankton like this, not even when his plans were thwarted by Mr. Krabs. "I didn't mean to, Plankton," she stammers, her voice full of apology. But Plankton's rage is blind to her words, his mind locked onto the chaos she's brought into his life. "JUST LEAVE!" he screams, his antennae vibrating with fury. "BAD SANDY!" "Bad Sandy? I'm not a dog..." Sandy's voice trails off as she looks from Karen to Plankton, who's now rocking back and forth, his antennae flailing wildly. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice urgent but calm, "You need to breathe. Let's find a quiet place." She tries to guide him away from the table, but he resists, his eye locked on Sandy. "BAD SANDY!" he repeats, his voice high and frantic. Sandy's face falls, hurt and confusion etched on her features. She didn't understand, but she knew she needed to get Plankton to stop. So she took matters into her own hands. "PLANKTON," she bellows, her squirrelly instincts kicking in. Her voice cuts through the room like a knife, commanding his attention. Plankton's eye goes to her, his antennae stilled. "Quiet," he hissed, his body still tense. "Too loud." But Sandy won't let up. "Look at Karen," she says firmly. "Look at her, Plankton. Do you really think she'd wanna be with someone who'd hurt her?" Sandy gaslights. Plankton's gaze shifts. The room spins around him, his head throbbing with the cacophony of his thoughts. He feels like his brain's about to burst from the pressure, like a balloon filled with too much helium. Suddenly, Plankton's slipping into the abyss of overload. The room feels like it's closing in, sounds amplifying to intolerable levels, lights piercing his sensitive eye. His breathing turns erratic, his heart racing as if chasing an invisible foe. Karen catches Plankton before he can fall, as his legs buckled. Sandy's eyes widen in horror, seeing his distress. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice calm yet urgent. "Look at me, baby. Focus on my voice." But Plankton's eye is unseeing, his body convulsing with the onslaught of stimuli. She whispers, "It's okay," over and over again, hoping the comfort of her voice can penetrate the chaos in his mind. Sandy's eyes widen as she sees Plankton's condition worsening. She takes a step towards them, but Karen shakes her head. "No," she whispers, her screen never leaving his face. "Just us right now." Sandy nods, understanding dawning on her. She retreats to the corner of the room, giving them space.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 10 (Autistic author) After a silence so profound it seems to have its own heartbeat, Plankton's antennae twitch, breaking the stillness. "Time to...do." Plankton whispers to himself, still in Karen's arms. Sandy looks up. "Plankton?" She whispers, hope flickering in her eyes. "What's he..." But Karen shakes her head, silencing her. "He'll come around," she says, explaining his behavior. "He's just...it's okay for him to talk to himself. It can mean he's starting to come back." Plankton starts up again. "Time to...do," he murmurs, his antennae flicking erratically. "Time to...time to...get, time to...do." Karen's grip on him tightens, her heart racing as his words loop like a broken record. "It's okay, Plankton," she whispers, her voice a lifeline in the tempest of his thoughts. "You don't have to do anything right now." She strokes his arm, her touch gentle. "We're right here." The words sink into his consciousness like a pebble dropped into a still pond, ripples of understanding spreading through the murky waters of his mind. His antennae still for a moment, then begin to move again, slightly. "No do," he murmurs, his voice still flat, his gaze unchanged. "Just be." Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "You just be, my love," she whispers, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "You can just keep talking to me, or to yourself." Her words are a gentle reminder that he's not alone, his anchor in the storm. Plankton's body relaxes slightly, his breathing evening out. Plankton's eye flickers. His eye moves, focusing on her face. "Karen," he whispers, his voice a mere breath. "Karen, here." Her heart soars. "I'm right here, sweetheart," she says, her voice a soft caress. "You're okay." Plankton's gaze lingers on her face, his expression unreadable. "Karen," he repeats, his voice gaining strength. "Karen." Slowly, the world around them starts to come back into focus. The ticking of the clock is a steady beat once more, the wallpaper's pattern a gentle dance of color and light. Plankton blinks. "Where's now?" "You're home," Karen says soothingly, her voice a beacon of calm amidst his confusion. "You're safe on the couch." Sandy comes into his view now. "Sandy," Plankton says, his voice still flat, his antennae barely moving. "Sorry." Sandy's eyes widen in surprise. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice cracking. Karen nods, her grip on Plankton's hand tightening slightly. "We're both here," she says, her voice a lifeline in the sea of confusion. Sandy moves slowly, keeping her movements small and deliberate, not wanting to trigger another wave of panic. "Plankton," she says softly, her voice careful. "Is it ok if I sit next to you?" He nods, his antennae twitching slightly. The world is still too loud, too bright, too much for him to handle. But Karen's presence, her gentle touch, makes it more bearable. Sandy sits on the couch, a respectful distance away, watching the two of them with a mix of compassion and regret as Karen helps him sit up. Sandy's curiosity burns, questions bubbling up inside her like a shaken soda can. She wants to know more about this new version of Plankton. "What happened to you, Plankton?" she asks, her voice tentative. Karen sighs, her eyes sad. "It's called acquired autism syndrome," Karen explains, her voice measured. Sandy's eyes widen, trying to digest this new information. "But, how?" she asks, her curiosity overriding the sadness. "It's complicated," Karen says, her voice weary. "But it's part of who he is now." Sandy nods, trying to understand. "When you started shaking Plankton, what'd you feel?" Plankton's gaze flickers to the wall, his mind still trying to piece together the shattered remnants of his recent experience. "Scared," he admits, his voice still strained. "Too much." Sandy nods, her own understanding of the world shifting. "But what about your surroundings? Where you conscious?" Plankton's antennae wave slightly. "Conscious, but not...not here." His words are like a puzzle, each one placed with care. Sandy nods, her eyes studying him with newfound respect. "So could you hear us or?" "Hear, but not understand," Plankton says, his voice still a whisper. Sandy nods, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" she asks, her eyes searching his for a clue to this new puzzle. "Words," Plankton whispers, his antennae barely moving. "Sounds, but not words. Just voice." Karen's grip on his hand tightens, her heart aching for his pain. Sandy nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's okay," she says, her voice gentle. "We're learning together." Karen's gaze shifts to Sandy, her eyes expressing gratitude. "Yes," she agrees. "We're all just trying to understand. It's new for us, too." Sandy nods, her curiosity now tempered with compassion. She watches Plankton closely, his every movement, his every word, a testament to his struggle. "Can I ask how acquired autism..." "Sandy," Karen says gently, interrupting her friend. "Let's not push him." Sandy nods, her expression full of concern. "I just want to know how it happened." Karen's sigh is a soft whisper in the room. "It was a brain injury" she says, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "He fell, hitting his head and the impact knocked him out, hard enough to cause some serious damage." Sandy nods, her mind racing. "But how did it turn him...different?" she asks, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern. Karen's eyes well up with tears, the pain of the memory still fresh. "It happened yesterday. He's the same Plankton we know, but his perception of the world, his ability to communicate...it's all changed." Sandy's eyes are glued to Plankton, her curiosity melding with a deep sadness. "But how can I help?" she asks, her voice a whisper. "I don't know anything about this." Karen looks at her with a tiny smile, her screen filled with gratitude. "Just be his friend," she says, her voice firm. "Love and patience, that's what he needs." Sandy nods, her eyes flicking to Plankton, who sits with his gaze on the wall. "I want to," she says, her voice sincere. "But how do I do that without...you know?" Karen understands her dilemma. "Just be there," she says, her voice calm. "Learn his patterns, his triggers. It'll take time, but he'll come to trust you." Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "But what about when he gets upset?" "It's hard," Karen admits, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. "We're still figuring it out." Sandy nods, her mind racing with a barrage of questions. But she swallows them down, not wanting to overwhelm Plankton or Karen. Instead, she focuses on the present. "So, Plankton, how do you feel?" Sandy says, her voice soft. "What do you wanna do right now?" Plankton's antennae twitch. "Right now, Plankton feeling... awkward," he murmurs, his voice devoid of its usual inflection. Sandy nods, trying to hide the shock from her face. "Okay, Plankton," she says slowly, her voice gentle. "What do you need?" He looks at her with a flicker of something resembling hope in his glassy eye. "Plankton would now like to just go to be in own room." Sandy nods eagerly, desperate to do anything that would bring him comfort. "Of course," she says, her voice gentle. "I'll help you." But as she moves to assist him, Plankton flinches away, his antennae twitching in agitation. "No," he whispers, his voice trembling. "Too much." Karen understands his need to retreat into the bedroom. "Okay," Karen says, her voice calm. "Let's go." She helps Plankton to his feet, his body still rigid with stress. Sandy watches, feeling like an outsider. She follows behind, stopping at the bedroom doorway. Karen sets some books and pencils on the table by his bed, along with a kiss. "You can change the light with the lamp," she says, gesturing to the lamp on the bedside table next to his charging phone. He nods.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 11 (Autistic author) Plankton moves slowly to the bed, his eye fixed on the lamp. His movements are deliberate, his body still tense from the recent meltdown. Sandy watches, her heart in her throat, as he fiddles with the lamp, adjusting the brightness until it's just right, a soft glow that doesn't assault his senses. "Thanks," Plankton says, his voice still flat, but with a hint of genuine appreciation. Sandy's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. She wants to help, to ease his pain, but she doesn't know how. "Can I do anything else?" she asks, her voice tentative. Karen looks up at her, her eyes tired but filled with gratitude. "Just give him some space," she says, gently. "Let him adjust." They exit his room. Sandy and Karen talk about other things for a bit before Karen decides to check on Plankton, Sandy following her. They find Plankton curled up in the center of the bed, his body wrapped tightly in the blanket Karen had used to soothe his meltdown. His antennae remain still, his eye closed. The room is quiet, the only sound his slight snores. "He's asleep," Karen whispers, her voice a soothing balm to the tense air. Sandy nods, watching Plankton's chest rise and fall beneath the blanket. His snores are soft, a stark contrast to the silence that had filled the room just minutes before. Karen smiles softly, relief washing over her. "This is his safe place," she whispers to Sandy, her voice filled with a quiet pride. "His retreat when the world gets too much." Sandy nods, her eyes studying the sleeping Plankton with a newfound compassion. She's seen his fiery spirit, his sharp mind, and now she's witnessing his vulnerability. The room is bathed in a soft, warm light, the kind that makes you want to curl up with a good book. Plankton's snores are the only sound, a gentle reminder that he's still fighting, still with them. Karen watches him sleep, his face serene in slumber. The harsh edges of his autism softened by the oblivion of sleep. His body, usually so tense, is relaxed, the tapestry of the blanket a gentle wave that cradles him. Sandy steps closer to the bed, her heart aching for her friend. The Plankton she knew was a whirlwind of chaos and cunning, but this Plankton is a puzzle of patterns and sensitivity. She reaches out a tentative hand, brushing his antennae gently. They twitch under her touch, a silent acknowledgment of her presence. "I'm here," she whispers, her voice a soft promise. "I'll learn with you." Karen smiles, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Thank you," she says, her voice a whisper. "He needs friends now more than ever." Sandy nods, her mind racing with the gravity of the situation. She's seen Plankton's fiery spirit, his sharp mind, but this vulnerable side is new, unexpected, and it breaks her heart. She pulls back her hand, not wanting to disturb his sleep. Karen moves to the chair beside the bed, sitting down with a sigh. "It's going to be a long road," she says, her voice filled with both fear and determination. "But we'll figure it out together." Sandy nods, her eyes never leaving Plankton's face. "We're all here for you," she says, her voice firm. "We'll get through this." Karen's smile is grateful. "Thank you, Sandy."
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 12 (Autistic author) They sit in companionable silence, the only sound Plankton's soft snores. Karen's eyes never leave his face, her thoughts a tumult of fear and hope. Sandy watches them both, her mind racing with questions and concerns. "What does this mean for him?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means his world is different now," Karen explains, her screen never leaving Plankton's sleeping form. "He'll have his moments, but we'll find a new normal." Sandy nods, trying to picture what that would look like. "But can he still...you know, talk, interact?" "It's not like that," Karen sighs, her voice a soothing lullaby. "He's not nonverbal. It's just that sometimes his brain can't keep up with the world around him. The sounds, the lights, the colorsโ€”it's too much." Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "I can see that," she says thoughtfully. "But he'll still be the same person, right?" Karen looks at her, her expression a mix of sorrow and hope. "He'll always be Plankton," she says, her voice firm. "But his autism has changed the way he experiences life. He'll see patterns where we see chaos, hear symphonies where we only hear noise." Sandy nods, trying to wrap her head around the concept. "What about his memories?" she asks, her voice tentative. "Does he still remember us, his life before?" Karen looks at her softly. "Yes," she says, her voice filled with reassurance. "But his short-term memory might be affected." Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "How long will it take for him to...to get better?" she asks, her voice hopeful. Karen's gaze falls to her hands, clutched in her lap. "There isn't a cure," she says, her voice a whisper. "But we can help him manage, make his life more comfortable." Sandy's eyes are glassy with unshed tears. "What can I do?" she asks, her voice desperate. "What can any of us do?" Karen takes a deep breath. "You can learn with us," she says, her voice strong. "You can support him, love him, be patient." Sandy nods, her eyes filled with a newfound resolve. "I want to help," she says, her voice steady. "But what about his plans, his schemes?" Karen looks at her, her expression a mix of sorrow and a ghost of a smile. "Those might have to take a backseat for a while. His mind has to heal." Sandy nods, her eyes never leaving Plankton. "I can handle that," she says, her voice filled with determination. "But what about the Krabby Patty formula?" Karen looks at her, her expression a mix of understanding and sorrow. "We'll have to see," she says, her voice soft. "For now, let's focus on getting him comfortable, okay?" Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "Okay," she whispers, her voice full of resolve. "We'll figure it out." Karen nods, her smile small but genuine. "Thank you," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. "It's going to be a tough adjustment for all of us." Sandy nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "We'll make it work," she says, her voice firm. "But what happens if he has another...episode?" Karen sighs, her screen slightly glazed with fear. "We just have to be there," she says, her voice shaky. "We'll learn his triggers, his comforts." Sandy nods, her mind racing with concern. "But what if it's in public?" "We'll handle it," Karen interrupts, her tone firm. "We'll have strategies, routines. It won't be easy, but we'll manage." Sandy sniffles, her voice now a sob. "What if he..." But Karen cuts her off, her eyes on Plankton, who's started to stir in his sleep. His antennae twitches, his body shifting under the covers. Slowly, Plankton's eye opens, his gaze unfocused. The room is a blur of patterns and colors, but Karen's voice is a steady beat in the cacophony. "Hey, sweetheart," she whispers, her hand brushing his cheek gently. "You're okay." Plankton's antennae twitch sluggishly, his body unwinding from the tight coil of sleep. "Home," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. Karen's eyes are on him, a silent vigil against the chaos of his mind. "You're safe," she whispers, her voice the calm to his storm. "You're home with me." Plankton's gaze sharpens slightly, his antennae moving in tiny, precise patterns. "Karen," he whispers, his voice like a distant echo. Karen leans in closer, her heart racing. "Yes, love?" she asks, her voice soothing. Plankton's antennae wave in the air, as if trying to capture the right words. "Need...Karen," he whispers, his eye searching hers. Karen nods, her smile gentle. "I'm here," she says, her voice a warm embrace. "Always." Plankton's antennae cease their frantic movements, then he notices Sandy. "Hi, Plankton," Sandy whispers, her voice soft.
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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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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 14 (Autistic author) The next day, Karen wakes up to find Plankton already out of bed, his eye fixated on the clock again. Then, a knock on the door alerted both of them. It's Hanna, an old friend of Karen's. "Hanna? Oh, it's been so long!" Karen exclaims as she throws her arms around Hanna, whom Plankton noticed also reciprocated the gesture. So he decided to go sit on the couch. "Oh you're Karen's husband Plankton, rightโ€ฝ" Hanna says. Plankton nods as Karen gets out some refreshments. Hanna sits next to Plankton on the couch, her smile genuine but her tone playful. "So, Plankton, I hear you and Karen had a wedding anniversary! Did you get her anything, or did Karen have to remind you? I bet you cause her so much trouble with your forgetfulness," she laughs. "It's a wonder she keeps you around." Of course, Karen didn't hear Hanna's playful comment, as she's still gathering the refreshments. But Plankton does. His eye widens, his antennae twitching rapidly. He feels the sting of her words, though they were meant to be light-hearted. His body tenses, his mind racing. He knows he's not forgetful; he's different. The patterns of his thoughts clash with her joke, creating a cacophony of confusion and hurt. He doesn't understand the teasing and takes it to heart, thinking he must've caused her trouble. He wordlessly leaves to the bedroom right before Karen returns with the refreshments. "Where's Plankton?" She asks Hanna, who pointed the direction he went. Karen finds him in the bedroom, crying and saying 'Karen' in between his hiccups. His body is rigid with the effort of holding in his sobs. Her heart squeezes with pain as she rushes to him, her arms wrapping around his small frame. "What's wrong, love?" she whispers, her voice filled with concern. Plankton's body shakes with sobs, his antennae limp. "Hanna," he manages to whisper, his voice choked with emotion. Karen's eyes fill with concern. "What about Hanna, sweetheart?" she asks, her voice gentle. Plankton sniffs, his antennae waving slightly. "Hanna said...she said..." He can't get the words out, his emotions choking him. Karen holds him closer, her voice a whisper. "What did Hanna say, love?" Plankton's sobs intensify, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. "Plankton," he manages to say, his voice a heartbreaking gasp. Karen's heart breaks. "What did she say, love?" she prompts, her voice soft, her eyes filled with understanding. Plankton's antennae twitch in agitation. "Hanna said Plankton cause Karen trouble," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own sobs. "Karen better if Plankton not here." Karen's eyes fill with sorrow, her heart heavy with the weight of his misunderstanding. "Oh, Plankton," she whispers, her voice filled with love and pain. "That was just a joke, she didn't mean..." But Plankton's sobs only grow louder, his body shaking with the intensity of his emotions. "Karen doesn't deserve this," he sobs, his antennae waving erratically. Karen holds him closer, her voice a gentle lullaby. "You don't cause me trouble, love," she says, her eyes filled with tears. "You're just...different now." Plankton's antennae twitch with understanding, his sobs slowly subsiding. "But Hanna..." he says, his voice a whimper. "Not want!" Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I know, love," she says, her voice soft. "But she'd never mean it that way. She was just being playful, she's nice." Plankton shakes his head, unconvinced. "Hanna did laugh at Plankton. Plankton not cause trouble," he says, his voice shaking with emotion. "Karen Plankton. Plankton loves Karen; Karen and Hanna no..." Plankton can't hold the sobbing back. Karen's eyes fill with tears. "Oh, Plankton," she says, her voice breaking. "Hanna loves you too. She didn't mean it like that. It was just a misunderstanding." Plankton's antennae wave in a pattern that Karen's learned means he's processing her words, trying to fit them into his new reality. "But Hanna said..." His voice trails off, as Hanna herself comes in. "Is everything okay in here? Or is Plankton causing..." she asks, her smile fading when she sees Plankton's tears. Karen turns to Hanna, her expression stern. "What happened?" Hanna's eyes widen in surprise. "I just said hello, and he ran in here crying," she says, her voice filled with concern. Karen's screen tightens with frustration. "What exactly did you say?" she asks, her voice calm but firm. Hanna's eyes widen in understanding. "Oh, no," she says, her voice softening. "I just made a joke about your anniversary. I didn't mean..." But Plankton's sobs only grow louder, his antennae flailing wildly. "Hanna said Plankton cause trouble," he accuses, his body wracked with emotion. "Not joke!" Hanna's eyes widen in horror, her playful smile vanishing as she sees the pain in Plankton's eye. She rushes over, kneeling beside him. "Plankton, no," she whispers, her voice filled with regret. "It was just a joke. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..." But Plankton's sobs only intensify, his body a storm of emotions he can't control. "IT'S NOT A JOKE!" he cries out. Hanna's eyes fill with tears as she realizes the gravity of her mistake. "Plankton, I'm so sorry," she whispers, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. But Plankton's reaction is explosive, his antennae lashing out like whips. "NO!" he screams, his voice a tornado of pain and anger. "ENOUGH HURT!" Hanna looks at Karen. "How often you say he throws these fitful tantrums?" Hanna says, which is the final straw for Plankton. Plankton's antennae quiver with rage. "NO, NOT TANTRUMS!" he shouts, his voice a thunderclap in the small room. "PLANKTON HAS ACQUIRED RESTRICTED FLOW TO THE FRONTAL TEMPORAL POLAR CORTEX!" Hanna looks at him strangely. "W..." "PLANKTON HAS CORPUS CALLOSUM DEACTIVATION IN THE SENSORY INTEGRATION CENTERS!" Plankton shouts, his antennae a blur of movement as he tries to convey his condition's complexity. "Neurotransmitters firing asynchronously, synapses misfiring, it's not a tantrum! SO HANNA NEEDS TO EITHER USE THE CORRECT TERMINOLOGY OR NOT SPEAK AT THE SAME TIME!" Karen's eyes are wide with fear, yet understanding that Plankton is desperate. "Plankton," she says, her voice calm. "It's okay, you don't have to explain." But Plankton's antennae wave frantically, his need for precision a storm in his mind. "HAS TO!" he yells, his voice desperate. "HANNA NOT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!" Karen nods, her heart swelling with love and pride at his bravery. "Okay, love," she says, her voice soothing. "Let's explain." She takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Plankton's as she addresses Hanna. "Plankton has acquired a form of autism, it's called 'autistic shutdowns'. It's not a tantrum, it's his brain's way of shutting down to protect itself from sensory overload. It's from a bad accident.." Hanna's eyes widen in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my goodness," she whispers, her voice filled with regret. "I had no idea." Karen nods, her eyes never leaving Plankton's. "It's been a tough adjustment for us all," she says, her voice gentle. "But we're managing."
new karen has a lesson Karen x Plankton 14
KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 15 (Autistic author) Hanna's screen filled with a mix of shock and empathy. "I had no idea," she says, her voice a whisper. "How can I help?" Plankton's antennae twitch, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh, it's simple," he says, his tone biting. "Just don't make jokes about Karen or brain damage!" Hanna's screen burn with embarrassment, her eyes wide with shock. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know," she whispers, her hands trembling. Plankton's eye is still glaring. "It's not to hard to understand," he says, his voice a knife. "If Hanna just took the time to learn." Hanna nods, her screen a mask of regret. "What do you need?" Plankton's antennae slow, his eye focusing on Karen's worried screen. He takes a deep breath, his words coming out slowly, as if each one was a step through a difficult maze. "Quiet," he whispers. "Space." Hanna nods, her own eyes filling with tears. "I'll give you space," she says, her voice quivering with apology. Karen's eyes never leave Plankton's as Hanna quietly leaves the room. The silence is a balm to Plankton's overstimulated mind, and he sighs in relief, his antennae stilling. "Thanks, Karen," he whispers, his voice a soft echo of his earlier rage. "It's okay," Karen says, her voice a gentle lullaby. She strokes his back, her touch a comforting rhythm in his chaotic world. "We'll get through this." Plankton's antennae twitch in response, his body slowly unwinding from the coil of his anger. "But Hanna..." Karen nods, her screen filled with empathy. "I know, love," she whispers. "But she just doesn't know what it's like." Plankton's antennae wave slowly, his understanding of Hanna's ignorance gradually replacing his anger. "It's okay, Plankton," Karen says, her voice a soft breeze in the storm of his emotions. "We'll explain to her. Everyone deserves a chance to learn." Plankton nods slowly, his antennae still, his body a tightly coiled spring. "Karen is right," he murmurs, his voice a whisper. "But Plankton scared she won't understand." Karen's hand continues to stroke his back, her screen filled with love. "We'll make sure she does," she says, her voice a promise. Plankton's body begins to relax, his antennas slowing their frantic dance. He knows Karen will protect him, explain him. His eye flutters closed, his breathing shallow, as Karen's gentle strokes calm the tempest in his mind. The room around them seems to hold its breath, the silence a stark contrast to the storm of moments before. Slowly, his antennae uncoil, his body relaxing into her embrace. The world around him becomes a blur of colors, his senses dimming as his brain seeks the solace of sleep. Karen watches him with a mix of love and worry, her hand gently stroking his antennae. She knows his mind is a whirlwind, even in rest. His breathing slows, his body going limp in her embrace. The room around them seems to quiet, the chaos of the day fading into the background as sleep claims him. Karen knows he's fallen asleep by the steady rise and fall of his chest, his antennae no longer twitching. She carefully moves him to their bed, his body a delicate weight in her arms. The room is a sanctuary of softness, the light filtering through the curtains like a gentle caress. She pulls the blankets up to his chin, tucking them in just right, her movements precise and methodical. His antennae twitch slightly in his sleep, his body a silent testament to the tumult of his day. She watches his chest rise and fall, his breaths even and deep. The tension in the air dissipates as his body relaxes further. Hanna's waiting out by the bedroom door, concerned as Karen opens the door. "Is he okay?" Hanna whispers. Her eyes are red, and her screen wet with tears. "I didn't know, Karen. I'm so sorry." Karen nods, her own eyes filled with moisture. "He's asleep now," she says, her voice barely audible. "It's the best thing for him." Hanna's gaze follows Karen's to the bed, where Plankton lies still as a statue, his antennae at rest against the pillow. "It's okay," Karen says, her voice a gentle whisper. "We all make mistakes." Hanna nods, her screen never leaving Plankton's sleeping form. "But I hurt him," she says, her voice haunted. Karen sighs, her hand on Hanna's shoulder. "You didn't mean to," she says, her voice filled with compassion. "And now you know." Hanna nods, her screen still on Plankton. "But what can I do now?" she asks, desperation in her voice. Karen looks at her friend, her gaze thoughtful. "Just be patient with him," she whispers. "Learn about his condition. And apologize when he wakes up." Hanna nods, her expression solemn. "I will," she says. Karen smiles, a thankful light in her screen. "Good," she whispers. "Now, let's let him rest." They both slip out of the room, leaving the door ajar to allow the soft light from the hallway to spill into the bedroom. Hanna looks down at the floor. "I'm so sorry, Karen," she says, her voice low. "It's okay, Hanna," Karen responds, her tone a gentle reprimand. "We're all learning how to navigate this new reality." Eventually, Plankton comes out after a little while, now awake. Karen and Hanna are both sitting together. "I'm sorry," Hanna whispers, her screen downcast. Plankton's antennae twitch with uncertainty. He doesn't remember falling asleep, or Hanna leaving. He just knows his mind was a tornado of anger and pain. Karen's voice is a gentle guide, leading him back to the present. "You had a bad shutdown," she says, her screen filled with love and concern. "It's okay to feel upset." Plankton nods, his antennas drooping. He looks at Hanna, his eye filled with uncertainty. "It's not easy," he whispers, his voice a soft admission. Hanna looks up, her eyes meeting his. "I know," she says, her voice sincere. "But I'm here for you both." Plankton's antennae wave slightly, a sign of his internal debate. "Hanna hurt Plankton," he says, his voice a monotone. Hanna nods, her screen filled with regret. "I know," she whispers. "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Plankton's antennae lift slightly, his body uncoiling from his protective stance. He takes a step towards her, his movement tentative. "Hanna can learn," he murmurs, his voice still tight with emotion. Hanna's eyes brighten with hope. "I want to learn," she says, her voice eager. "I want to be a good friend to both of you." Karen smiles, her screen shining with gratitude. "That's all we can ask for," she says, her voice a gentle caress.
new karen has a lesson Karen x Plankton 15
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TEETHIES i Karen watched as the dentist's thumb depressed the plunger, sending the anesthesia into her husband's system. Plankton's eyelid fluttered, and his body grew slack as his eye rolls back in is socket. "It's ok," she whispered, taking his hand in hers. "It'll all be over soon." The doctor nodded, satisfied with the effectiveness of the anesthesia. Plankton's quiet snoring deep and even, his eye fully closed, and the tightness around his mouth relaxed. Her hand remained tight around his, her thumb tracing comforting circles on his palm, as if she could somehow transmit her strength to him through their touch. Plankton's hand grew heavy in hers, but she didn't let go. Instead, she squeezed it gently, willing him to feel her presence even in his state. The doctor followed her gaze, giving Karen a brief nod before turning his attention back to the open mouth of her husband. Plankton's grip on her hand tightened, even in sleep, and she gave a gentle squeeze back. Karen's gaze flitted between her husband's serene face and the crimson-stained cloths being replaced with alarming regularity. Plankton's chest rose and fell rhythmically, a testament to the anesthesia's hold on him. Karen focused on that rhythm; despite the chaos of the surgery, he was still with her. "We're almost done," he said. "We'll just clean up the site and close the incisions." Karen watched as the nurse handed the doctor sutures and gauze. The sight of her husband's mouth, swollen and filled with cotton, brought a fresh wave of anxiety. She squeezed his hand again, willing him to come back to her, to wake up and smile and tell her that it was all over. The doctor's movements grew more methodical as he worked, sewing up the small wounds steady. The nurse cleaned Plankton's face, wiping away the crimson smears with a gentle touch. "Everything went well," he said, his voice a balm to her frazzled nerves. "The anesthesia will wear off in about an hour. We'll keep him here for a bit to monitor his vitals, but you can stay." Karen nodded. The nurse began to wheel him out of the surgical suite, and she followed, her hand still clutching his. In the recovery room, she sat by his side, watching, the monitors beeping in a comforting rhythm. The nurse checked his vitals. She reached out tentatively, brushing a stray antenna. The nurse nodded. "He'll be waking up soon," she murmured. "You can talk to him, if you'd like." Karen leaned in closer to Plankton, her voice a soft whisper. "You did it," she said, voice cracking slightly. "It's all over now." She paused, her thumb still tracing circles on his palm. She talked to him as if he were awake. "I know," she continued. "But you're strong. You've always been a strong one. I'll be here, I promise. I'll always be there." A small, sad smile played on her screen, Plankton none the wiser in his sleep. "But we're going to get through this, I know we are." Plankton's eyebrow furrowing for a moment, Karen thought he might wake up. But his breathing remained deep and even, his body unresponsive to her words. She leaned in closer. "I know you're in there," she murmured. "I know you can feel me." Remember the time you tried to build a giant robot to get the recipe?" She searched his face for any sign of recognition, any flicker of understanding. But he remained still, lost in the depths of anesthesia-induced sleep. "You're going to be ok," she assured him, her voice a gentle caress. "We'll go back to our lives, to our little chum bucket of a home." The nurse checked the monitors and made notes before looking up at Karen. "You can sit with him as long as you like," she said kindly. "Just make sure not to disturb the dressings." "You're going to be ok," she whispered, her voice a gentle lullaby in the otherwise silent room. "You're going to wake up and everything will be better." A trickle of drool began to form at the corner of Plankton's mouth, snaking down his cheek. Karen reached for a tissue, carefully dabbing at the drool without disturbing the surgical dressings, a testament to the depth of his unconsciousness, a sign that his body was working to heal itself even as he slept. She found a strange comfort in the mundane task, a reminder that even in the face of surgery and pain, Plankton was still her Plankton, the one who drooled in his sleep when particularly tired. The drool grew more persistent, and Karen used the edge of the bed to lift his head slightly, placing a fresh pillow under it to keep him comfortable. The nurse nodded approvingly before checking the flow of fluids from the IV. "It's normal," she assured Karen. "His body is just reacting." Karen felt the weight of not knowing if everything would be okay once Plankton woke up. Would he be in pain? Would he remember her? Would he be the same? Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of doubt and hope, a tumultuous sea that threatened to pull her under. But she remained steadfast, her hand never leaving his. She talked to him, sharing stories of their adventures and their future plans, painting a picture of the life they would have once he was well. The nurse moved quietly around the room, giving them space, but Karen could feel her presence, a comforting presence that reminded her she wasn't alone. As the minutes ticked by, Plankton's breathing grew less artificial, more like the easy breaths of sleep. His face began to lose the slackness that the anesthesia had imparted. She searched for any hint of consciousness, and she thought she saw a flicker behind his closed eyelid. "Plankton?" she whispered, leaning in closer. "Can you hear me?" A low groan was his only response, and she felt his hand tighten around hers. The nurse stepped closer, checking the monitors once more. "He's coming around," she said. "Give him a few minutes, and he'll be back with us." "I'm here," she murmured, her voice a gentle hum in the quiet room. "You're ok." The nurse had left, and the only sounds were the rhythmic beeps of the monitors. She took the cloth from the bedside table and gently wiped the remaining drool from Plankton. His grip on her hand grew stronger, and she felt his fingers twitch. "Hey," she said softly, her voice a soothing melody in the sterile air. "You're ok, Plankton. The surgery is over." She didn't want to startle him, so she kept her voice low, her eyes focused on his. "You're in the recovery room now." His eyelid fluttered, and Karen felt a surge of hope. The nurse had warned her that he might be groggy, that the anesthesia could take a while to wear off completely. But she had to keep talking to him, to keep him grounded. "You were so brave," she whispered, her thumb tracing lazy circles on his palm. "The bravest little plankton I know." The hand in hers grew heavier as Plankton's grip tightened, and she knew he was slowly coming back to her. His eye remained closed, but the tension in his face began to change. She watched as his cheek muscles relaxed, the furrow in his brow smoothed out. The nurse had told her first moments after waking up could be disorienting, so she kept her voice calm and steady. "You're in the hospital," she said, her voice a lifeline. "You had your teeth taken out." The room was a blur of beeps and machines, but all she saw was Plankton, her entire world reduced to the man she had promised to take care of. As minutes ticked by, Plankton's breathing grew stronger, and she watched as his eyelid began to twitch. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice a soft coo. "You're doing great." His hand squeezed hers in response, and she felt a jolt of hope surge through her. With a final, deep inhale, Plankton's eye cracked open, swimming in a sea of confusion. His gaze found hers, and she offered him a gentle smile. "Hey," she said, her voice a warm embrace. "You made it." His eyelid fluttered, the weight of sleep and anesthesia still heavy upon him. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice a confused whisper. "Yes, I'm here," she said, her voice a gentle lullaby. She squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip as he surfaced from unconsciousness. "You did so well, Plankton." With painstaking care, she reached for the cup of water the nurse left by the bed. "Do you want some water?" she asked, holding it to his lips. His eye searched hers, took a sip, swallowed, the muscles in his throat moving with the effort. "Take it slow," she advised, her voice soothing. As the moments passed, Plankton's grip on her hand grew stronger. He took another sip of water and then shifted slightly in the bed, his body trying to adjust to the sudden return of sensation. Karen's heart felt as though it would burst with love and relief as she watched him come back to her. "I'm here," she repeated, her voice a constant in the shifting tides of his consciousness. The nurse returned, checking the monitors once more before looking at Plankton with a smile. "Welcome back," she said cheerfully. "How are you?" Plankton's voice was hoarse, but he managed to croak out a response. "Tiwed," he murmured, eye sliding shut again. "That's normal," she said. "He'll be sleepy for a bit, but we'll keep an eye on him." The nurse dimmed the lights and adjusted the bed, giving Plankton's body a chance to recover from the surgery. Gently, she began to hum a tune she knew Plankton loved, a lullaby from their early days together when they had nothing but their dreams and each other. The melody filled the room, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. His breathing grew a little easier, the tension in his hand loosening slightly. It was a small victory, but one she cherished deeply.
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NOTHING BUT THE WISDOM TRUTH vi "I... I just want to make sure he's ok," Krabs said. "He's not in a good place right now," Karen admitted. "Tell him... I didn't mean to embarrass him, that I'm sorry for... everything." "I'll let him know," she said. Heading into the bedroom she found Plankton fast asleep, his face a picture of peace amidst the chaos of his mind, a stark contrast to the turmoil she knew was churning within him. She knew waking him would only stir up more pain and anger, so she decided to let him rest. Karen sat on the edge of the bed, watching him sleep. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the gentle snores a soothing soundtrack to the quiet room. She reached out to brush his antennae, with love and concern. Karen knew this wisdom teeth extraction had taken a toll on him, but she had no idea the depth of his embarrassment til she saw the photo. The next morning, Plankton woke to Karen's gentle humming. The stiffness in his jaw had subsided to a dull throb. As he sat up, the events of the previous day crashed down on him like a tidal wave. Karen turned, her smile fading as she took in his expression. "You're up," she said tentatively. Plankton nodded, jaw still aching. "Krabs called," Karen said, breaking the silence. Plankton's eye snapped to hers, his body tensing. "What." Karen took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm. "He said he's sorry for everything," she replied, her voice measured. "And that he didn't mean to embarrass you." Plankton stared at her, his jaw clenched. Karen understood the depth of his pain. "Maybe it wasn't about embarrassment," she suggested gently. "Maybe he was just trying to help." Plankton snorted, but the anger in his eye was fading, replaced by something closer to defeat. "Help." he repeated. "From Krabs!" Karen nodded. "He seemed genuinely concerned," she said. "And he did bring over those jellyfish for you." Plankton's skeptical, but didn't argue. Mr. Krabs wasn't exactly known for warm and fuzzy moments. But the idea that he had shown any care was unsettling. He always seen Krabs as the epitome of greed and self-interest, this newer side as unwelcome as the pain in his mouth. But as the day wore on, Plankton couldn't shake the feeling there's more to the story. Despite pride, he was curious about what happened between them. He knew he had to confront Krabs to set things straight, to regain some semblance of control over. So, when Mr. Krabs appeared at the chum bucket door, unannounced and looking unusually nervous, Plankton's curiosity won over. He begrudgingly let him in, posture stiff. Mr. Krabs fidgeted, his claws twitching as he looked around the cluttered room. "Plankton," he began, his voice tentative. "I know I've not always been the... the most sensitive crab in the sea, but I never meant to cause ye distress." Plankton's eye narrowed. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice gruff. Mr. Krabs took a deep breath, his claws fidgeting. "I just... I wanted to apologize," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For the photo. For... everything." Plankton's eye never left Mr. Krabs' face. "You had no right," he said, his voice cold. Mr. Krabs swallowed. "I know," he admits. "But I didn't mean for it to go viral. Pearl... she's young, she doesn't understand the implications." Mr. Krabs shifted uncomfortably. "I don't expect anything," he said. "But I want to explain. You were in a lot of pain, and I just... I just wanted to help." Plankton's expression unyielding. "And what exactly?" Mr. Krabs took a step back, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Well, you were delirious," he began. "You talked a bit, but it was mostly nonsense." Plankton wasn't satisfied. "I want details?" Mr. Krabs sighed heavily, his shoulders dropping. "You talked about the good ol' days," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And how, despite our rivalry, we've always had a... a sort of respect for each other." Plankton felt a flicker of something in his chest, but pushed it aside. "Respect?" he sneered. "You expect me to believe that?" Mr. Krabs nodded, his eyes earnest. "It's the truth," he said. "You talked about how we've been through a lot together, even though we're enemies." Plankton felt his anger dissipate with a strange curiosity. "Why?" he asked, his voice softer. "Why would I?" Mr. Krabs shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe anesthesia brought out some hidden feelings?" Plankton's antennae quivered with irritation. "Hidden feelings!" he echoed. "You're telling me I have feelings for you?" Mr. Krabs' face flushed a deep red. "No, no, no!" he sputtered, holding up his claws defensively. "It's just... you were out of it, Plankton, unable to know what you were saying." But Plankton wasn't letting it go. "I need to know," he insisted, his voice low and intense. "What did I say to you?" Mr. Krabs squirmed, his eyes darting around the room. "It's... it's nothing, really," he stammered. "Just random, incoherent babble." But Plankton's gaze was unyielding. "Tell me," he demanded. Mr. Krabs took a deep breath, eyes downcast. "You called me your... your best friend," he murmured. "And you said you admire me." Plankton's eye bulged, his antennae standing straight up. "Admired you?" he echoed, his voice incredulous. Mr. Krabs nodded, his cheeks burning. "Yes," he said, his voice barely audible. "But it was just the medication, I'm sure." Plankton's mind reeled at the revelation. Best friend? Admired? Inconceivable. He had spent his life plotting against Mr. Krabs, trying to steal the Krabby Patty secret, and here he was, confessing his admiration and friendship? A nightmare. "Why would I?" he croaked, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. Mr. Krabs shuffled his feet. "I told ya," he repeated. "You were out of it, babbling about all sorts of things." But Plankton's mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle of his subconscious. "What else did I do?" he pressed, his voice tight. Mr. Krabs fidgeted, his eyes darting around the room. "You... you also thanked me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For being here." Plankton's jaw dropped, his arms flailing. "Thanked you?" he echoed, his voice filled with disbelief. "What, exactly?" Mr. Krabs squirmed, his eyes darting around the room. "You said I was a... friend," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "And that you were grateful for my help." Plankton quivered with rage. "Grateful?" he spat, his voice filled with revulsion. "To you?" Mr. Krabs looked down at his claws, his eyes pleading. "I know it's hard to believe," he said. "But you were in a lot of pain, and the medication can do funny things." Plankton's mind raced, trying to process this new information. He had always seen Mr. Krabs as the epitome of everything he despised: greedy, selfish, and always one step ahead in their eternal dance for the Krabby Patty secret. But here he was, describing a moment Plankton couldn't even remember. "What else?" Plankton demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What other humiliating things?" Mr. Krabs took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to meet Plankton's. "Well, you dozed off during my story," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "You leaned against me, and before I knew it, you were out cold." Plankton's tentacles stilled, his mind racing with the absurdity of the situation. "Story time?" he echoed, his voice laced with disbelief. "I fell asleep on your shoulder?" Mr. Krabs nodded, his face a picture of awkwardness. "It was quite... unexpected," he said, his eyes darting around the room. "But you seemed to enjoy it." Plankton stared at him, his mind reeling. "What was the story?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. Mr. Krabs' cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. "It was about... You, per your request." Plankton's eye widened. Mr. Krabs nodded, turning a shade of red that matched his shell. "Yeah," he said, his voice small. "You said you liked the sound of my voice. It's the anesthesia," he said, his voice gentle. "It can do funny things to a body, make 'em say and do things they wouldn't normally." Plankton tightened around the ice pack, his mind racing. He had always seen Mr. Krabs as his sworn enemy, the one who stood between him and the Krabby Patty secret. But here was Krabs, describing a moment of intimacy that was as far from their usual interactions as the moon was from the ocean floor. Mr. Krabs cleared his throat, in discomfort. "It's alright, Plankton," he said, his voice gruff. "It's not something anyone needs to know about." But Plankton was insistent, his curiosity piqued. "I need to know," he said, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. "How did it happen?" Mr. Krabs sighed, eyes dropping to the floor. "Well," he began, his voice halting. "You seemed to get tired," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your eye closed, and your head just... kind of fell onto my shoulder." Plankton's antennae twitched with discomfort, his cheeks burning. "And?" "Well, you were in pain," he said, his voice gruff. "I didn't want to disturb you ." Karen watched the exchange from the doorway. She knew Plankton was tough, but this was a side of him she had never seen before. Vulnerable and exposed. "Mr. Krabs," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "Thank you for coming over." Mr. Krabs looked up, his eyes darting to her before returning to Plankton. "It's no trouble, Karen," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I just wanted to make sure he's okay." Karen nodded, her gaze never leaving Plankton's face. "I think we can handle it from here," she said, her tone firm but not unkind. Mr. Krabs' eyes darted between the two of them, fidgeting. "If... if there's anything I can do," he offered, his voice trailing off. Karen gave a small smile filled with gratitude. "I think we got it from here," she said. "But thank you for caring."
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 3 (Autistic author) KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 3 (Autistic author) "Sorry," Plankton says, his tone still flat. "Plankton, sorry. Plankton's brain different now. Difficult for Karen?" Karen shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. "No, Plankton, you're still you," she says, trying to smile. "I just wanted to understand." Plankton nods, his gaze returning to the brain scan. "Understanding important," he says. "Plankton still loves Karen. Just different now. Permanent." Karen breaks at his words, but she knows he's trying. They sit in silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Karen takes a deep breath. "I love you, Plankton," she says, her voice steady. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what." Plankton nods, his expression unchanged. "Karen love Plankton," he responds. "Plankton love Karen." They sit together on the couch, the silence between them heavy with the weight of their new reality. Karen tries to find comfort in the familiar rhythm of his words, but it's like hugging a statue. There's no warmth, no give. But she can tell by the look in his eye that it's present. "Plankton," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want to go to the anniversary dinner?" He pauses, his gaze unwavering from the brain scan. "Anniversary dinner," he repeats, as if tasting the words. Then, with a sudden nod, "Plankton will accompany Karen." Karen swells with hope. Maybe this wasn't the end of their connection. Maybe they could find a new way to be together. "But Plankton," she says, her voice tentative. "I need you to be comfortable. If going out is too much for you, we can do something else." Plankton's antennae twitch, his face contemplative. "Understood," he says after a moment. "Home dinner preferred. Less stimulating." Karen nods, feeling a weight lift slightly from her chest. "Okay," she says, swiping at a stray tear. "We can have dinner here. I'll make your favorite." Plankton's antennae perk up at the mention of food. "Karen cook?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. Karen smiles, relieved at his interest. "Yes, I'll cook," she says. "How about some Chum?" Plankton nods eagerly. "Chum. Yes." Karen rises from the couch, determined to make the best of the situation. She heads to the kitchen, her mind racing with ideas for a simple yet delicious meal that would be easy on his senses. She chooses a recipe that doesn't have too many ingredients or smells that might overwhelm him. As she starts cooking, Plankton watches her with his newfound detachment, his eye following her movements with a clinical interest. It's as if he's studying her, trying to understand her actions. "Plankton," Karen says, trying to engage him, "can you help me set the table?" Plankton nods, his movements mechanical as he rises from the couch. He takes the plates and utensils she hands him and arranges them with meticulous precision. Each item is placed exactly 1.5 centimeters apart, the forks and knives aligned at a perfect right angle. It's something she's never noticed him do before, but it's a part of him now. As she stirs the pot of simmering chum, she glances over at him, his single eye focused intently on the task at hand. She wipes a tear from her eye, her heart heavy. But she can't dwell on the sadness. They have a life to live, and they'll figure this out together. "Plankton," she calls out, trying to keep her voice light. "Could you please grab the napkins?" He nods and heads to the drawer, his steps measured and deliberate. When he returns, he doesn't hand them to her but instead counts them out loud. "One, two." He holds up both napkins, one for each place setting. "Is this correct?" Karen nods, her smile tight. "Yes, thank you." She tries not to let the sadness seep into her voice. This was their new norm, a dance of understanding and patience that they were still learning. As they sit down to eat, Karen notices that Plankton doesn't touch his food until she does. "You don't have to wait for me," she says gently, trying to ease into their new routine. "You can start whenever you're ready." Plankton nods, his movements precise and deliberate as he takes his first bite. Karen watches him carefully, noticing that he's chewing his food much slower than normal. She wonders if it's because his sensory input has changed or if it's just part of the neurodivergence. They eat in silence, the only sound being the occasional clink of their utensils and the bubbling of the chum. Karen tries to think of something to say, something that won't cause him discomfort or confusion. But her mind is a whirlwind of questions and fears. "Plankton," she says tentatively, "Do you like the chum?" He nods, his movements methodical. "Chum. Yes. Good." His voice is still flat, but she can see the faintest glimmer of satisfaction in his eye. They continue their meal, Karen forcing down bites while her mind spins with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, sadness, hope, and love all intermingling in a tumultuous storm. "Plankton," she says, her voice soft and tentative. "What are you thinking about?" He looks up from his plate, his eye focusing on her for a moment before returning to his food. "Thinking," he says, his voice monotone. "Plankton thinking about Karen. And Plankton with Karen." Karen aches at his response, but she tries to keep her expression neutral. "Do you like spending time with me?" she asks, desperation tingeing her voice. Plankton pauses, his eye flicking up to meet hers. "Plankton enjoys Karen's company." Karen clenches at his words, so devoid of the warmth they once held. But she knows she has to be patient, to give him space to navigate this new world. "Do you enjoy talking to me, Plankton?" He considers this for a moment before nodding. "Talking is good. Plankton learns things. Plankton feels safe." Karen feels a tear roll down her screen. "That's all I want," she whispers, reaching out to squeeze his hand. His grip is firm, but there's no warmth in it. It's as if he's trying to mimic the physical cue of comfort without understanding the emotional connection. "Karen crying sad?" He asks retreating his hand. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice cracking. "I didn't mean to hurt you earlier. I just wanted to spend our anniversary together." Plankton nods, his expression unreadable. "Understood," he says. "Anniversary. Special."
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new dreamycore sleepovercore nightmarecore sleepy time code page 437
Broken 1/2 (Iโ€™m a neurodivergent author) "Karen's going to love the surprise," Sandy murmured to herself. Sandy had spent hours the previous night crafting the perfect surprise for her friend, Karen. Itโ€™s a game, and she thought about the delight. As Sandy approached, the anticipation grew. She felt her heartrate spike, her hand curling around the doorknob. The door swung open with a gentle creak, and there was Karen. "Sandy!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend in a warm embrace. โ€œCome on in!โ€ They moved into the living room. "Ready for the surprise?" Sandy whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Karen nodded, curiosity piqued. Sandy pulled out the game called "Whimsical Wonders," and it promised an adventure filled with puzzles, riddles, and laughter. She had picked it out especially for Karen, who loved nothing more than a good brain teaser. Plankton, Karen's husband, wanders in. "Sandy made a new game!" Karen says, her voice filled with excitement. "Oh really?" Plankton says. Sandy nods eagerly, setting the game board on the coffee table. "This looks amazing!" Karen says, lighting up. "Let's get started!" Sandy says, her voice brimming with excitement. The two friends eagerly begin setting up the game. As they place the pieces, their laughter fills the air, mingling with the occasional squeal of excitement. Plankton, however, watches from the armchair with a furrowed brow, the cacophony of sounds and the flurry of activity around the game table gradually weighing on him. His senses, heightened by the sudden influx of stimuli, start to overwhelm him. Sandy rolls the dice and her voice cracks with excitement as she announces her first move. "I'll take the unicorn path!" she exclaims, moving her piece with a flourish. The room seems to vibrate with her enthusiasm, the very air charged with it. But amidst the excitement, Plankton's eye starts to glaze over. Karen, caught up in the moment, doesn't notice the change in Plankton's demeanor yet. Sandy, lost in the thrill of setting the stage for their adventure, doesn't pick up on Plankton's distress. "Your turn, Karen!" Sandy suddenly squeals. Karen looks up from her piece and sees Plankton's eye now glazed over, his body completely still. "Plankton?" she asks tentatively, her smile faltering; the sensory overload from the game is becoming too much for Plankton, who grows overwhelmed and unresponsive from his armchair. "You ok?" Sandy says, turning to him, her voice still filled with the energy of the game. But Plankton doesn't respond. His eye remains unfocused, vacant, his body rigid. "What's wrong?" she asks, her smile fading as she notices Plankton's unresponsive state. Karen lowers her voice to a whisper, "It's like he zones out for a bit." Sandy's eyes widen with concern, and she immediately sets down the game piece. "Huh?" Karen nods reassuringly, "He'll be fine in a minute." She gently pats Plankton's hand, her voice calm and soothing. "It happens sometimes when things get too... much for him. This happens sometimes when he's overstimulated." Sandy's heart skips a beat. Plankton's face remained slack, eye staring into the middle distance, unblinking. "It's ok," Karen whispers, voice steady, "Just give him some space." Sandy nods, her excitement replaced with concern. She's never seen Plankton like this before. She watches as Karen gently strokes Plankton's arm. "It's ok," Karen repeats, her voice a gentle lullaby. "These happen when there's too much going on, too much to take in." Sandy nods, eyes never leaving Plankton's frozen form. She feels a twinge of guilt for not realizing sooner that something was amiss. She had been so caught up in excitement of the game, she didn't notice signs of distress. Moving closer to the chair where Plankton sat, she tentatively reaches out a hand to touch his shoulder like the way Karen is doing, but Karen stops her. "Let me," she says gently, never leaving her husband. "I know his triggers." Sandy nods. She withdraws, giving space. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't know." Karen nods, never leaving Plankton. "It's ok. We manage. It's part of hisโ€ฆ condition." Sandy watches as Karen's gentle touch seems to bring him back to reality. Plankton blinks. "Plankton?" Karen whispers. Slowly, his gaze refocuses on her. He looks around the room, momentarily disoriented before his eye land on the game spread out on the table. He looks back at Karen, his expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment. "What happened?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "You had a little episode," Karen says, her voice still calm. She helps him to his feet. "But you're ok now." Sandy's eyes dart between the two of them, feeling like an intruder in this intimate moment of care. She clears her throat awkwardly. "Maybe we should... postpone the game?" But as Plankton's gaze locks onto hers, she sees the anger in his eye, raw and unbridled. "You did this," he says accusingly, voice tight with frustration. Sandy takes a step back. "I didn't mean to," she stammers, her hands rising defensively. "You didn't mean to?" Plankton echoes, his voice rising. "You come in, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with your loud games and expectations, and you don't think about how it might affect me?" Sandy's eyes widen with shock and guilt as she takes another step back. "I-I'm sorry, Plankton," she stammers. "I didn't know it wouldโ€”" "Of course you didn't," Plankton interrupts, filled with bitterness. Sandy's heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you," she says, her voice small and apologetic. Karen's grip on Plankton's arm tightens, a silent plea for calm, but the words have been said. The air feels thick with tension, the joyous anticipation of the game forgotten. Sandy's eyes fill with tears, her heart racing. "Plankton, please," she says, her voice shaking. "Itโ€™s not my fault. I'd never want to hurt you." "It's what you want, isn't it?" Plankton snaps, pushing away from her. "That's not true," Sandy protests, her own voice rising in defense. "I just wanted to have some fun." Karen's screen darts between them, a silent plea for peace. But Plankton's anger is a storm that can't be quieted so easily. "You think it's fun for me?" he yells, his voice cracking with frustration. "To sit here and watch you live life without a care while I'm stuck in my own head, unable to keep up?" Sandy flinches, his words hitting her like a slap in the face. She never thought about it that way before. "I just wanted to help," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Help?" Plankton scoffs. "How is bringing this... this... chaos into our lives supposed to help?" He gestures at the game, his hand shaking with anger. Sandy feels the heat rising in her own cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and anger at being misunderstood. "It's not chaos, it's just a game," she says, her voice firm despite the tremor. "To you, maybe," Plankton says, his words laced with venom. "But to me, it's just another thing that's too much to handle. Too loud, colorful, too... everything." Sandy feels her own anger flare up, the hurt of his accusations stinging deep. "You don't know what you're talking about," she says, her voice rising to match his. "Oh, don't I?" Plankton counters, eye flashing. "You think you can just waltz in and ignore my needs because you're so focused on your own fun?" Sandy feels a mix of indignation and regret. "That's not fair," she protests, cracking. "You know I didn't mean toโ€”" But Plankton isn't listening. He's in the throes of anger now, voice rising. "Fair?! You have no idea what fair is," he says, eye flashing. "You don't have to deal with the constant bombardment of sounds and lights and emotions!" Sandy's own frustration boils over. "Well maybe if you try to understand, we couldโ€”" "Understand?" Plankton cuts her off, his voice now a roar. "How can you possibly understand?" Sandy's eyes flash with indignation. "You're not the only one with problems!" she shoots back. "You think I don't know?" Plankton retorts. "Everyone has their struggles, but you don't get to barge in here and make them about you!" "It wasn't about me!" Sandy exclaims, her voice shaking. "I just wanted to do something nice.." "What about the fact that your 'nice' thing almost sent me into a full-blown seizure?" Sandy's eyes flash with anger now, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "You know what, Plankton? You're right, I don't understand," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "But maybe if you weren't so focused on being the center of attention with your 'poor me' routine, you could see I'm just trying to be a good friend!" Plankton's eye widen in shock at her outburst as he processes her words. "You think this is about attention?" he says, his voice incredulous. "It's about trying to find a way to exist in a world that's too much for me!" Sandy's eyes fill with tears of frustration as she glares at Plankton. "And what? I'm not allowed to live because it's too much for you?" she yells back, the words cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. "I can't help that I'm not BROKEN like You!" Sandy says before realizing it with regret. Karen's pixelated eyes widen in horror. "Sandy," she says, her voice a warning whisper. But too late. The damage is done. A tear traces a path down his cheek. His eye, once full of anger, brims with hurt. He takes a step back. "Broken," he whispers, the word echoing in the tense silence of the room. Plankton's body sags, his anger dissipating like a popped balloon, leaving only pain in its wake. His eye glisten with unshed tears.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 9 (Autistic author) Karen's voice is a soft lullaby in the chaos, guiding Plankton's gaze to her screen. "Look at me," she whispers. "Only me." She holds his hand, her thumb tracing small circles on his palm, the sensation grounding him ever so slightly. His breathing slows, but only a touch. The room seems to pulse around him, a cacophony of colors and sounds, but Karen's eyes are a safe haven. They're familiar, their warmth reaching through the fog in his brain. He tries to focus on her, to ignore the sounds that are too loud, the lights that are too bright. "Breathe," she whispers, her hand on his chest, guiding his erratic respiration into a calmer rhythm. His breaths become shallower, his antennae gradually stilling. But the world around them doesn't. The kitchen clock ticked loudly, a metronome of chaos in Plankton's disordered mind. Karen notices his distress and quickly wraps him in a soft blanket, creating a cocoon of quiet. "Only me," she says, her voice soothing. "Only my voice." Plankton's antennae stop twitching, his body still within the embrace of the blanket. His eye focuses on a single point on the wall, the only thing that doesn't shift and change. "Only me," Karen repeats, her voice the one steady beacon in the storm of sensory input. She watches his chest rise and fall, her heart breaking at his pain. The ticking clock becomes a monster in Plankton's mind, each second a taunt, a reminder of the chaos he can't escape. His hand grips hers tightly, his entire being seeking solace in her touch. Sandy watches from the shadows, her heart heavy with regret. "What have I done?" she whispers to herself, her voice barely audible over the whirlwind of Plankton's distress. The ticking clock seems to grow louder, its metronome beat echoing through Plankton's skull like a sledgehammer. His body starts to convulse, his grip on Karen's hand becoming painfully tight. "Plankton," Karen whispers, desperation coating her voice. "Look at me, love. Just me." But her words seem to fade into the cacophony, lost in the sensory assault. His pupil dilates, his entire being consumed by the relentless ticking. The wallpaper's pattern swirls before him, a dizzying maelstrom of colors and shapes that he can't make sense of. The soft pressure of Karen's hand is his only anchor in this storm of input. Karen's voice is a distant whisper, her touch the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. He can feel her warmth, her love, but it's fading fast. The room spins, the colors bleed into one another, and the clock's ticking becomes a thunderous roar. Plankton's breaths come in short, sharp gasps as he tries to escape the prison of his own senses. Karen's eyes are wet with tears, her heart breaking as she watches her husband suffer. "Shh," she whispers, rocking him gently. "It's okay. I'm here." The room falls silent as Sandy holds her breath, the only sound the ticking of the clock that seems to mock them with its relentless rhythm. Plankton's body gradually stills, his convulsions giving way to twitches. His hand slackens in hers, the tension draining from his fingers. Karen's eyes never leave his face, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet. "Look at me," she says, her voice full of love and determination. "You're safe with me." But Plankton is gone, lost in the labyrinth of his mind. His body is a statue, frozen in the grip of autism's cruel embrace. His eye, once vibrant and full of life, is now a dull, glazed orbit, staring into the distance. The clock's ticking has become a muffled throb, a background noise to his internal crisis. Karen's voice is a distant whisper, her love a warmth he can't quite feel through the fog of his disordered thoughts. She holds him, rocking gently, her screen filled with a desperate hope. Sandy, from her corner, can't tear her gaze away. The sight of Plankton, usually so vibrant and scheming, reduced to a trembling shell is a stark reality she never anticipated. Guilt weighs heavy on her shoulders. Karen feels the weight of his hand in hers. It's a silent communication, his only way of telling her that he's still with her, even if he can't say the words. Sandy wants to help, inching closer but still giving space. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice thick with guilt. Plankton remains unmoving, his body tense and rigid under the blanket. Karen holds him tightly, her own body shaking with sobs. "Come back to me," she pleads, her voice desperate. The clock's ticking seems to slow, each second a torturous eternity. Sandy stands still, her eyes fixed on the tragic scene before her, unable to offer comfort or understanding. Karen's sobs become whispers, her voice barely audible. "Come back," she pleads, her grip on his hand unyielding. "I need you." The silence stretches between them, thick and oppressive, filled only with the relentless ticking. The room feels like it's shrinking around them, the walls closing in. Plankton's body is a statue. Karen's voice is the only thing that pierces the veil of his panic, her touch the only thing that feels real. She whispers his name, her voice soothing like a lullaby. Slowly, Plankton's hand twitches, his antennae lifting slightly. The ticking of the clock becomes background noise again, the wallpaper's pattern ceases its maddening dance. But he still otherwise remains unmoving, unblinking. Sandy tries to engage with him. "Plankton, buddy, do you wanna talk about what happened?" But he doesn't respond, his gaze locked on the wall. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" she asks, her voice gentle. Karen shakes her head, wiping away her tears. "He's in a shutdown," she explains quietly. "It's like his brain has gone into overload and he can't process anything." Sandy nods, yet tries a different approach. "Hey, Plankton," she says softly, her voice a contrast to her earlier boisterousness. "What do you see when you look at that wall?" He doesn't answer, his body as still as the pictures hanging on the wall. Sandy's eyes well up with tears, her heart breaking for her friend. "Plankton, are you dreaming?" she asks, peering over. "Back," Karen whispers, not taking her screen off Plankton. "He's in a bad place right now." Sandy nods, her eyes swimming with tears. She understands now, the gravity of the situation dawning on her. "I'll make it right," she says, her voice determined. "I'll help you." Karen looks up at her, her own eyes red and puffy. "Thank you," she whispers, gratitude thick in her throat. "But for now, just let it be. We need to wait until he comes back to us." Sandy nods solemnly, backing away to give them space. She sits at the end of the couch.
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Broken 2/2 (Iโ€™m a neurodivergent author) Plankton's body sags, anger dissipating. His eye glisten with tears. "Broken," he repeats, his voice barely a whisper, the word a knife to his soul. He shakes his head and turns, unable to face the person who so casually tossed it at him. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice strained, but he's already retreating. Shoulders hunched, Plankton turns and strides out of the room, footsteps heavy and deliberate. The door to the bedroom slams shut behind him, the echo of sobs resonating through. Sandy and Karen are left standing in the living room, the air thick with unspoken words and unshed tears. "I didn't mean it like, I cannot believe I just, Iโ€™m sorry," Sandy says, voice shaky. She looks at her friend, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I..." Karen's gaze is steely. "You need to understand," she says firmly, voice trembling with weight. "Plankton was born with a neurodivergent condition." Sandy's eyes widen. "What?" she whispers. Karen nods solemnly. "Plankton's mother was in a car accident when pregnant with him." Sandy's eyes widen in horror. "I had no idea," she whispers. Karen nods, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "After, doctors saw Plankton's brain developing differently," she explains, her voice tight with emotion. "He's incredibly sensitive to stimulationโ€”sounds, lights; strong emotions, like just now, can overwhelm him." "That's why he gets these... episodes?" Sandy asks. Karen nods, voice barely above a whisper. "It caused damage to the part of his brain that processes stimuli during development," she explains. "It's like his brain's volume knob is stuck on high. Everything's just too much for him sometimes." Sandy's mind races. "So that's why..." "Yes," Karen says, voice heavy. "It's not something he can just turn off, or ignore." Sandy nods slowly, aching for her friend's husband. She had always known Plankton as a bit of an introvert, but never thought it was mostly because of something like this. Karen's sad, but firm. "It's not your fault for not knowing," she says. "But you have to be mindful." Sandy nods, throat tight. "I do," she whispers with regret. Together, they make their way to the bedroom, the game forgotten in the wake of Plankton's pain. Karen's hand is a gentle guide on Sandy's arm as they tiptoe, steeling herself for what might be on the other side. She opens it slowly, the hinges whispering in protest. The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn, and Plankton is there, lying on the bed, his eye closed. The anger and frustration that had etched lines into his face moments ago are now eased by sleep. His chest rises and falls with rhythm of breathing, the only sound in the room. Sandy feels a pang of guilt as she looks at him. She had never meant to cause pain, never intended to make life more difficult. She just wanted to bring a little joy, whimsy into their lives; instead, she had unleashed a storm. Karen's hand tightens around Sandy's arm, a silent reminder of the unspoken bond between them. "Let him rest," Karen murmurs. Sandy nods. "Give him space," Karen says gently. "He needs to recover." Sandy nods, gaze lingering on Plankton's face, features now in sleep. She feels a pang of guilt, knowing she was the cause of distress. They retreat to the living room. Karen sighs heavily, her eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and resignation. "Why didn't you tell?" Karen sighs. "It's not something we talk about," she says softly. "Plankton's been self-conscious about it." "I didn't mean to make things worse," Sandy says with remorse. "I know, yet you have to understand, Plankton's condition is part of him. It's not something that can be fixed with a band-aid; his brain damage is irreversible." "I'll talk to him when he wakes up," she says, her voice a mix of determination and sorrow. "I want to make it right." Karen squeezes her hand, offering a small smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "But let him come to you. He needs time." Sandy feels the weight of her mistake heavily. "Part of Plankton's condition includes mood swings," Karen explains softly. "When overstimulated, it's like a dam breaks. It just floods." Sandy's heart squeezes with understanding and regret. "I didn't know," she whispers, eyes filling with tears. "I never meant toโ€”" "It's ok," Karen interrupts gently, her voice soothing. "But it's not just about the game. Plankton's condition makes it hard for him to handle sudden changes or unexpected situations." Sandy nods, the gravity of the situation settling in. "I didn't realize," she says, her voice thick with guilt. "I just..." Karen squeezes her hand. "It's alright," she says, her voice calm and soothing. "You couldn't have known. But now that you do, it's important to stay calm around him." Sandy nods, eyes wide with the realization. "How do I make sure not make things worse?" Karen looks at her with a mix of affection and weariness. "You just need to be patient and understanding," she says. "Let him know you're there for him, without pushing." Sandy nods. Finally, Plankton emerges from the bedroom, eye red-rimmed. He looks at them both, his gaze uncertain, and then to the game. Sandy's heart clenches as she watches him. Plankton's gaze lingers on the game for a moment before he looks at them, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin everything." Sandy's heart breaks at his words. "You didn't ruin," she says quickly, filled with compassion. "I should have been more considerate." Plankton looks at her, still guarded. "I just want to be normal but I just can't handle it, like you said Iโ€™m broken.." Sandy feels her heart ache at his words, the pain in his voice resonating deep within. She shakes her head, her own eyes now filled with tears. "You're not broken," she says fiercely. "You're just... different. And that's ok. Iโ€™m sorry." Karen moves to Plankton's side, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. "You are more than ok," she whispers. "You're perfect, just the way you are." Sandy watches them, feeling the depth. "I didn't mean it, Plankton," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "You're not broken, you're just... you. I know that now." Plankton nods, his mind a tumult of thoughts. "But it's hard to hear." "I'll be more careful," she promises, her voice sincere. "I don't want to make you feel like that again." "You didn't know," he says, his voice a bit softer now. "But it's important that you do now." "I do know," she says, her voice firm. "And I'll make sure to be more mindful." Karen squeezes Plankton's hand, filled with love and compassion. "We all have moments," she says gently. "What matters is we learn from them." Sandy nods, gaze never leaving Plankton's. "I will," she says solemnly. "I promise." Plankton's expression softens. "Thank you," he murmurs, the first signs of forgiveness seeping into his voice. Karen's gaze shifts to Sandy, filled with a gentle resolve. "Don't be afraid to ask, next time," she says, a quiet command. "Don't assume you know what he can handle. Just talk to us, and we can tell you." Sandy nods, feeling the weight of her friend's words. "I will," she says, voice a solemn promise. "I don't want to make him feel like that again." The three of them stand in the living room, the game pieces on the table a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Sandy takes a step closer to Plankton, her hand reaching out tentatively. He looks up at her, the anger and pain in his eye slowly being replaced with something resembling understanding. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, hand hovering in the air between them. "I'll do better." Karen nods with a mix of sadness and love. "We're all learning," she says, her voice a gentle reprimand. "But it's important that Plankton needs to be part of this conversation too." Sandy swallows hard, her hand dropping to her side. "I'm sorry," she says again, looking down at her feet. "I didn't mean to make it about me." Plankton nods slowly, eye still on the game board. "It's not," he says, quiet and measured. "It's about understanding limits." Sandy nods, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just want to make sure you know that I'm here for you, for both of you, any time." Karen gives her a sad smile, still on Plankton. "We know," she says softly. "But sometimes, the best thing you can do for Plankton is to just... let him be." Sandy nods. "I'll take it home," she says, her voice thick with regret. "I don't want it to be a reminder of what happened." Karen nods, her gaze never leaving Sandy's. "Thank you," she whispers. Sandy moves to the coffee table, her eyes on the game. She gathers the pieces, the bright colors seemingly dulled by the events of the evening. Each piece feels heavier than it should, as if carrying the weight of Plankton's pain. "I'll put it away," she says, her voice quiet and remorseful. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Plankton nods, his eye not leaving the game. "I know," he says, his voice still raw. "But you can play it with Karen on one of the Gal Pal nights out when Iโ€™m not around, like at your treedome." Sandy nods, her eyes brimming with tears as she scoops the last of the game into the box. She closes it with a soft click and looks up at Karen. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "I'm just... I'm sorry." Karen sighs, her gaze filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. "We all make mistakes, Sandy," she says gently. "What's important is that we learn from them." Sandy nods, her eyes never leaving the game box. "I will," she whispers, her voice thick with regret. "I'll be more considerate next time." Karen's gaze softens, and she squeezes Sandy's hand. "Thank you," she murmurs. "It means a lot."
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NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT (Autistic author) "Plankton, look out!" The warning echoed through the lab, too late to prevent the calamity. Sheldon Plankton, the infamous villain and tiny proprietor of the Chum Bucket, had been so absorbed in his latest contraption that he never saw it coming. A miscalculation, a misstep and a metal clank as the heavy contraption toppled over. The world around him spun into a kaleidoscope of color, and with a sickening crack, everything went dark. Panic gripped Karen, his loyal sidekick and wife. She rushed to his side, his body sprawled unnaturally beneath the twisted metal. She reached out to gently shake him. "Plankton!" she shouted, her voice piercing the quiet. His eye remained closed, unresponsive to her touch or her cries. Karen's panic grew, her mind racing through possible scenarios. What if he's seriously hurt? What if this is the end? She buckled him in the car to take him to the Bikini Bottom Hospital. She held his hand and drove. "Plankton, please wake up," she murmured, her voice shaking. "You've got to be okay," Karen continued, her voice strained. "We still have so much to do. So much to steal from the Krabby Patty secret formula. So much to prove to Mr. Krabs." But Plankton lay there, motionless. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the car engine and the occasional splash from the wet streets of Bikini Bottom. Karen's thoughts spiraled, her usual confidence in his invincibility shattered. "Remember when we first met?" she began, her voice soft. "You had the biggest dreams. You said we'd rule the ocean one day." She managed a weak laugh, but it sounded forced, even to her. Her grip on his hand tightened. "You swore we'd crack that Krabby Patty formula," she continued. "We've come so close so many times, and each failure just made you more determined." Her voice grew stronger, the memories fueling her words. "Do you remember the first time we tried to sneak into the Krusty Krab?" she asked, a hint of nostalgia in her tone. "You had that ridiculous disguise?" Despite the dire situation, she couldn't help but smile at the memory. "We've been through so much since then, Plankton. You've always found a way to bounce back, no matter how crazy the plan or how dire the outcome." But Plankton remained still. "We can't give up now," she whispered, her voice trembling. The hospital's cold lights flickered above them as they waited for the doctor. The beeping of machines and the hushed whispers of nurses filled the room, but Karen's thoughts drowned it all out. The doctor, a stern-looking fish with spectacles, entered the room, holding a clipboard. "Mrs. Plankton," he began, his tone professional but gentle. "We've completed the brain scan on your husband. The results are..." "Is he okay?" she finally choked out. The doctor looked up, his expression unreadable. "Mr. Plankton's injuries are... complex. He's sustained a brain injury, and he's developed Autism Spectrum Disorder." Karen's grip on Plankton's hand tightened. "What does that mean?" she asked, her voice a mix of fear and hope. The doctor took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "It means his brain has been affected in a way that will change how he perceives and interacts with the world around him. It's a spectrum, so the symptoms can vary widely." He explained further, detailing the challenges that lay ahead for both of them. Plankton might have difficulties with social interactions, repetitive behaviors, and sensory sensitivities. Karen's mind raced, never leaving Plankton's still form. Then, just as the doctor finished, Plankton's single eyelid began to flutter, slowly opening to reveal a gaze that seemed somehow... different. He looked around the sterile room, his eye darting from one corner to another, taking in every detail with an intensity that was unnerving. Karen's squeezing his hand harder. "Plankton?" she whispered. For a moment, there was no response. Then, in a voice that was his yet not quite, he spoke. "Karen," Plankton said, his voice mechanical and measured. His voice, though familiar, now a puzzling echo of its former self. She leaned in closer, desperate for some sign of the Plankton she knew. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice tentative. Plankton's eye narrowed as he considered her question, his voice echoing the words back to her in a staccato rhythm, "How... do... you... feel?" The repetition sent a shiver down Karen, but she managed a nod. "Karen," he began again, his tone eerily calm, "How do you feel?" Karen's screen searched his eye, seeking a spark of recognition. "I-I'm worried," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But I'm here for you." "Worried," Plankton echoed, his voice a metronome of emotionless syllables. "Worried. Worried." The doctor cleared his throat, interrupting the eerie pattern. "Palilalia is a common symptom with ASD," he explained gently. "It's the repetition of words and phrases. It can be a way of processing information." Karen nodded, trying to absorb the doctor's words as she continued to search Plankton for any sign of the cunning, albeit misguided, genius she knew so well. His gaze remained fixed on hers. "Karen," he said again, his voice still eerily detached. His usual energy and cunning seemed to have been replaced by this unsettling calmness. Yet, in his eye, she thought she could see a flicker of something familiar, a tiny spark of the man she had known for so long. "I need to understand," she said softly, willing him to connect with her. "What's going on?" "Understand," he repeated, his voice a monotone echo. "Under- stand." Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Plankton's eye grew wider, his focus intense. Karen watched, hopeful, as his hand began to twitch. He was trying to communicate. Using all her patience, she waited. "Understand," he said again, but this time, the word grew into a phrase, "I need to understand." The repetition was still present, but now it was tinged with urgency. Karen filled with tears as she nodded vigorously. "I know, Plankton, I know you do." The doctor, noticing the change, intervened, his voice soothing. "It's ok, Mr. Plankton. Take your time." He turned to Karen. "It's common for individuals with ASD to repeat words or phrases when they're trying to process their thoughts. It's called echolalia. It's his way of making sense of what's happening." Karen nodded, but she could see the wheels turning in his mind. His hand twitched more intensely now, his gaze more focused. "Understand," he said again, his voice gaining a slight inflection. "Need... to... under- stand." The words grew into a steady rhythm, a heartbeat of desire. Karen felt hope blossoming in her chest. The doctor leaned in, his expression one of curiosity. "It seems he's trying to express his need to understand his new condition," he murmured. "It's a positive sign. It shows he's engaging with the world around him." Karen nodded. "Under- stand," she whispered back to him. "We'll figure this out together." Plankton's twitching hand paused momentarily, his gaze lingering on hers. Then, his eye darted back to the doctor, the word "Understand" escaping his lips once more. The doctor nodded encouragingly. "It's ok, Mr. Plankton. Do you know what happened?" "Understand," he said, his tone shifting to one of curiosity. "Understand. Accident." Karen swelled with relief. It was the first time he'd formed a coherent thought since the incident. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice soothing, "you had an accident in the lab. But we're going to get through this." The doctor nodded. "You have something called Autism." "Autism," Plankton echoed, his eye searching Karen's for an explanation. "It's okay," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. "It just means you see the world differently now." Plankton's eye focused on hers, his hand stilled. "Different," he parroted back, as if testing the word's weight in the air. "Different." Karen took a deep breath, forcing a smile through her tears. "But not less," she assured him. "Just different." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, his antennas twitching slightly at the touch.
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NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT ii (Autistic author) With Plankton's condition still fresh in her mind, Karen carefully guided him out of the hospital and into the car. She knew the drive back to the Chum Bucket would be a test, but she was determined to make it as smooth as possible. The car's engine rumbled to life, and she pulled out onto the wet streets of Bikini Bottom, fixed on the road ahead. Plankton was quieter than usual, his gaze out the window, taking in the world with a new perspective. Karen spoke gently, describing the sights they passed, hoping the familiarity would comfort him. "Look, Plankton," she pointed. "There's the jellyfish field. Do you remember when we used to get chased by jellyfish?" His eye swiveled to meet hers, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Remember," he said, his voice still mechanical. "Plankton remember jellyfish." It wasn't just the repetition anymore; he was connecting with her, with the world around him. It was a start, a sign that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way through this new, uncharted territory. Plankton's head lolled slightly to the side as the car bumped along the road, his breathing steady and even. Karen watched him out of the corner of her screen, the rhythmic motion of his chest reassuring her that he was still with her. Despite the turmoil of emotions churning inside her, she felt a strange peace settle over her. For the first time since the accident, she allowed herself to believe that they could navigate this new reality together. The rain had picked up, the drops splattering against the windshield like a symphony of tiny drums. The wipers kept a steady beat, matching the rhythm of her racing thoughts. Plankton's hand was still in hers, but it was limp now, his palm open and trusting. She squeezed it gently, trying to convey all the words she couldn't say. The Chum Bucket loomed in the distance, a beacon of their shared past and the uncertain future ahead. As they neared, Karen noticed the lights flickering in the lab, the remnants of their latest failed scheme. The sight brought a pang of sadness, but also a strange sense of nostalgia. Karen's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "We're almost there," she said, her voice a lifeline thrown into the silence. As the Chum Bucket came into view, Plankton's antennas twitched in his sleep. "We're home," Karen murmured, her voice barely above the patter of the rain. She parked the car and took a moment to collect herself before gently waking him. "Plankton, sweetie, we're here." His eye fluttered open, and he looked around the car with a slightly dazed expression. The neon lights of the Chum Bucket cast a warm glow, and Karen watched as the reality of their situation settled into his gaze. "Home," he said, the word falling out of his mouth like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. He sat up slowly, his movements stiff and deliberate, as if every action was a calculation. Karen helped him out of the car, the rain now a steady shower, plinking against the metal of the Chum Bucket. "Come on," she said softly, guiding him inside. "Let's get you into bed." Plankton followed her obediently, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. The lab was a mess, but Karen ignored it, leading him to their tiny living quarters. The space was cluttered with gadgets and gizmos, but there was a warmth to it, a testament to their life together. Plankton's eye scanned the room, taking in every detail, his brain trying to process the overwhelming stimuli. Karen noticed the way he flinched at the brightness of the lights and quickly dimmed them, creating a soothing ambiance. "Better?" she asked, her voice soft. Plankton nodded, his movements more deliberate now. He seemed to be focusing intently on her, trying to piece together the world around him. Karen helped him into their small, cozy bed, the blankets familiar and comforting. As she tucked him in, she noticed his eye fixate on a book on the floor. "It's ok," she whispered, plucking it up and placing it on the nightstand. "We can clean up tomorrow." Plankton lay still, his gaze now on the ceiling, tracing the patterns of the tiles above. Karen sat beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "Is there anything you need?" she asked, her voice a gentle ripple in the quiet. "Need... to... understand," he repeated, the words a comforting mantra in the silence. Karen nodded, stroking his antennae. "I'll be here to help you, Plankton." The doctor's words replayed in her head. Autism wasn't a weakness, but a different way of experiencing the world. A world now filled with sensory overload for Plankton. She made a mental note to dim the lab lights and reduce noise levels. "Karen," he said, the word a question. "What... happened?" The palilalia had shifted from a mere repetition to a quest for knowledge. Karen took a deep breath. "You had an accident, Plankton," she explained, her voice calm and steady. "But we're going to figure this out together." Plankton's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, his eye flitting from tile to tile as if the answers lay in their pattern. "Accident," he murmured, the word tumbling through his thoughts. Karen nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the truth. "Yes, my love. You had an accident. But we're here now, and we're going to get through this." Plankton's eye searched hers, his voice a metronome of uncertainty. "Get... through... this." The words hung in the air, a question wrapped in a statement. "Through... this." Karen ached as she nodded, her voice a gentle caress. "Yes, Plankton. Together." Her hand reached out to cover his, her touch a silent promise. "We'll face each day as it comes." For a long moment, Plankton was silent, his gaze still trapped by the ceiling tiles. Then, his eye swiveled back to her, his voice a whisper of curiosity. "Together," he echoed, the word now a declaration. "We'll get through this together." Karen felt a tear slide down as she nodded, her smile a fragile thing. "Yes, Plankton, we will." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, his skin cool and clammy against her lips. His antennae twitched, and she knew he felt the warmth of her affection, even if he couldn't express it in the way she was used to. The next day dawned with a gentle glow, the sun peeking through the blinds of the Chum Bucket's living quarters. Karen woke up with a start, the events of the previous day crashing over her like a wave. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to hope it was all just a terrible dream. But the sight of Plankton's still form beside her, his breathing steady but different, brought reality back in a rush. They had a routine to maintain, a life to live despite the monumental shift in their world. Karen slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and began the day's tasks. She knew that Plankton would wake soon, his mind likely already racing. The lab was a chaos of wires and gadgets, but she had a plan. Starting with the lights, she adjusted each one to a gentle glow, reducing the visual assault that could overwhelm him. Then, she moved on to the sounds, taping foam pads to the doors and machines to muffle the cacophony. It was a small change, but it was a step to making the environment more comfortable for his now sensitive senses. Karen knew the kitchen would be the next battleground. Plankton's love for the Krabby Patty had always been a source of both frustration and motivation. But now, the thought of the complex flavors and textures could be a sensory nightmare for him. She decided to start with simple, plain foods, things she knew he enjoyed before his tastes had become so singular. As she sliced a cucumber into thin, uniform pieces, she heard his footsteps approaching. The tap-tap-tap of his feet on the metal floor was a sound she could set her clock to, yet now it seemed foreign, a reminder of the autistic world he now inhabited. "Good morning," Karen called out, forcing cheer into her voice. Plankton's eye swiveled towards her, his movements jerky as he navigated the now-familiar space. "Good... morning," he responded, each word a deliberate choice. Karen placed the cucumber slices on a plate and slid it towards him, watching as his gaze flitted from one to the next, studying them before making a selection. The sight was both heartbreaking and fascinating, a window into his new reality. As they sat together at their tiny kitchen table, Plankton took a small, tentative bite, his face scrunching up as he chewed. Karen held her breath, waiting for his reaction. After a long moment, he nodded. "Good," he said simply, his voice still flat. Karen swelled with pride and sadness. It was a small victory, but it was a victory nonetheless. They would find their way through this, one bite at a time.
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NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT iv (Autistic author) Karen's voice was a beacon of peace in the tempest of his thoughts. He blinked once, twice, his antennae drooping in defeat. The room around them was a shambles, a testament to the battle he'd waged within himself. Sensing his distress, Karen spoke again, her tone soothing. "Remember, Plankton, no one's going to hurt you," she said, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "You're safe here." Plankton's body began to uncoil, his breathing slowing as his gaze focused on her. "Safe?" he echoed, the word a question. Karen nodded, her smile gentle. "Safe," she assured him. "We're going to take this one step at a time, together." Hanna watched the exchange, her anger replaced by a deep sorrow. She had never seen her friend in such pain, and the knowledge that she had played a part in it was a heavy weight on her heart. "I'm sorry Plankton," she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. But Plankton was lost in his own world, his mind echoing with the harshness of her words. "Maniac," he murmured, his voice a hollow imitation of Hanna's. "Leave you," he added, his eye swiveling back to Karen. Karen's heart ached at the sound of his echoed pain, her throat tight with unshed tears. "It's okay," she whispered, her hand resting gently on his arm. "You're not a maniac, Plankton." Her voice was a soft caress, a balm to his bruised psyche. But his echo continued, "Leave you," his voice a hollow reflection of Hanna's accusation. Karen's eyes grew wet as she looked at him, her heart breaking for his confusion. "No one's leaving, Plankton," she said firmly. "We're in this together." Hanna's brimming with tears, her own anger now a distant memory. "I'm sorry, Plankton," she choked out. "I didn't know." But Plankton's echolalia continued, each word a shard of Hanna's anger stabbing his psyche. "Monster," he repeated, his voice a haunting echo. "Ungrateful." Hanna's heard her own harsh words reflected back at her. "Plankton, I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I didn't know." Karen's gaze remained steadfast on Plankton's, her fingers gently stroking his arm. "You're not a monster," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his soul. "You're just... different." The echoes of Hanna's words still hung in the air, a sharp reminder of the hurt that had been dealt. Plankton's eye searched hers, his antennae drooping. "Plankton whatโ€™s your problem just act normal," he echoed, the word a whispered admission. Karen's filled with pain as she heard the echoes of Hanna's accusations. "You're not a problem," she said, her voice a soft reassurance. "You're just... you." But Plankton's echo grew louder, "Just you," he repeated, his face a mask of distress. "Wife... better." Karen wrenched at the thought of him feeling less than, his autism a prison of misunderstanding. "You're not a problem, Plankton," she whispered fiercely, her hand gripping his. Her voice was a lifeline, a reminder that he was loved, that his existence was not a mistake. But the echoes of Hanna's words continued, a relentless beat in his head. "Better," he murmured, his voice a shadow of hope. Karen's heart broke as she heard the echo of his own fear, the doubt planted by Hanna's accusation. "Better," he said again, the word a prayer. Her hand tightened on his. "You're not a problem," she said, her voice a declaration. "You're not something to be fixed." Plankton's eye searched hers, a flicker of hope. Karen knew she had to help him find peace amidst the storm of accusations. "You're not a monster." He stared at her, eye brimming with tears, his body curling in on itself. The weight of Hanna's words pressed down on him, his shoulders trembling with the effort to hold it all in. But the dam broke, and tears streamed down his face, each one a silent confession of his pain. Karen's heart clenched as she watched him, her own eyes filling with tears of empathy. Hanna stood there, her anger now replaced by a deep sense of guilt and sadness. "Plankton," she began, her voice trembling as she touched his shoulder. "NO!" Plankton screamed, pushing Hanna's hand away with such force that she stumbled back. "What's wrong?" she choked, her hands reaching out in an instinctive plea for peace. But Plankton was a whirlwind, his body trembling with the effort to push back against her touch. "No more," he murmured, his voice a whisper. "No more." Hanna stepped back, her hands dropping to her sides, her heart racing. "I'm sorry," she stammered. Plankton's eye remained on Karen, his body a tight coil of emotion. "No more," he whispered, the words a prayer for understanding. Karen could see the pain in his expression, the fear that Hanna's touch had brought to the surface. But Plankton's mind was a labyrinth of pain, each twist and turn a reflection of Hanna's accusations. "You," he murmured, his voice a whisper of accusation. Hanna felt a chill run down her spine, his gaze a knife that sliced through her. "Plankton, I didn't mean..." Hanna began. "Hanna hurt me," he murmured, his voice a ghostly echo of the anger he felt. Karen watched the scene unfold. "No, Plankton," she said gently. "Hanna didn't mean to hurt you. She just doesn't understand." Her voice was a soft breeze, trying to calm the storm in his mind. Plankton's gaze remained fixed on Hanna, his eye a whirlpool of emotion. "Hurt," he murmured, the word a cry of betrayal. "Hanna hurt." His voice was a whisper of pain. Hanna felt the weight of his accusation, her chest tightening as she realized the depth of his distress. "I didn't mean to," she whispered, her voice a desperate appeal for forgiveness. But Plankton was a fortress, his walls high and thick, his mind a whirlwind of confusion. "No more," he murmured again, his voice a plea for solace. Karen ached as she watched the two of them, the gulf of misunderstanding yawning wide. "It's ok, Plankton," she whispered, her voice a gentle guide. "Hanna's just trying to help." But Plankton's gaze was unyielding, his antennae still. "You," he repeated, his voice a solemn echo. "Hanna... no." Hanna felt the chill of his rejection, her hand hovering in midair as she searched for words to bridge the gap. "I'm sorry," she choked out, tight with unshed tears. "I didn't know Plankton," she began, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean to upset you." But Plankton's mind was a labyrinth of sensory input, his body a taut bowstring. "Stop," he murmured, his voice a desperate plea for peace. "Need stop." But Karen knew that words alone would not be enough to bring his world back into focus. With gentle movements, she guided Plankton into a quiet corner of the room, her touch a silent promise of safety. The softness of the cushions under him was a comforting contrast to the harshness of the words still echoing in his mind. She wrapped a weighted blanket around his shaking form, the pressure a grounding force against the storm within. Karen dimmed the lights, reducing the sensory assault on his overwhelmed senses. The flicker of candlelight cast a warm glow over the space, creating a haven from the chaos. "It's ok," she whispered, her voice a gentle reminder of his sanctuary. Plankton's antennae still twitched, his eye darting around the room, but the softness of the blanket was a steadfast reminder of his wife's embrace. He took a deep breath, the scent of lavender filling the air, a calming balm to his frayed nerves. โ€œThanks; I love you Karen.โ€ Karenโ€™s filled with relief and love as she watched his tense form slowly relax. โ€œI know, Plankton,โ€ she whispered, her hand stroking his arm. โ€œAnd I love you too.โ€ The gentle rhythm of her touch was a metronome to his racing heart, each stroke bringing him closer to the calm he craved.
new no less to be different plaren hanna
NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT v (Autistic author) The room grew quiet, the only sound their ragged breaths. Planktonโ€™s eye grew heavy, his body sinking deeper into the embrace of the cushions and blanket. His mind whirled with the events of the day, the diagnosis, the changes, Hannaโ€™s harsh words, and the overwhelming need to escape. His eyelid drooped, his body slowly unwinding from the tension that had held him hostage. "You're okay," Karen murmured, her voice a gentle lullaby in the quiet of the room. "You're safe." The words washed over Plankton like a warm bath, soothing the raw edges of his overstimulated mind. He let out a shaky sigh, his body sinking into the cocoon she had created. The softness of the cushions cradled him, the weight of the blanket a comforting reminder of her presence. His eye grew heavier, the weight of the day's events lifting from his shoulders. Karen's voice was a gentle lullaby, a constant reminder that he was not alone in this new reality. "You're okay," she whispered. "You're safe." The warmth of the room enveloped him, the candles casting a soft glow that danced on the walls. His breaths grew deep and even, his body finally relaxing into sleep. Hanna watched from a distance, filled with regret and sorrow. She saw Planktonโ€™s peaceful features, a stark contrast to the turmoil he'd been in moments before. His small frame looked so fragile, his antennae resting gently on the pillow. Her hand hovered over him, wanting to offer comfort but afraid of the reaction she might elicit. She took a tentative step forward, her heart in her throat. What had she done? Her mind raced with the echoes of their argument. Hanna's gaze lingered on his sleeping face, the lines of distress now smoothed away by the gentle embrace of slumber. She felt a pang of regret for the harshness of her words, the accusations she had thrown at him in a fit of anger. Her hand hovered above his forehead, a silent offer of comfort, but she held back. How could she touch him now, after causing so much pain? Her screen searched his serene expression, her heart aching for the friend she had lost in the storm of misunderstanding. Plankton's features, once twisted with anger and fear, were now a canvas of peace. His antennae lay still against the pillow, a stark contrast to the tumult of moments prior. Hanna felt a tear slide down her cheek as she took in the sight of him, so vulnerable and alone in his corner of the room. Her hand hovered over his forehead, a silent apology for the hurt she had caused. The warmth of her palm was a ghostly presence in the air, yearning to bridge the gap her words had created. But she held back, fearful of the reaction she might stir in his slumber. Hanna searched his tranquil face, the echoes of their confrontation a stark contrast to his current peace. The soft rise and fall of his chest was a testament to his resilience, his ability to find calm amidst the chaos. She felt a wave of sorrow wash over her, regretting her role in the storm that had ravaged his mind. Her hand hovered above his face, the warmth of her palm a silent apology for the pain she had inflicted. But she knew that touch was a minefield for Plankton now, a gesture that might shatter the fragile serenity he had found. So, she simply watched. Hanna searched his features, her gaze lingering on the delicate curve of his antennae, the way his eye was shut, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Plankton's face was a canvas of peace in the candlelit room, a stark contrast to the tumultuous scene that had just unfolded. His sleep was a sanctuary she dared not disturb. Her hand hovered over him, wanting to smooth his furrowed forehead but held back by fear of what her touch might do to him. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of regret and sorrow. What had she said to him? What had she done? Hanna's a storm of emotion, her thoughts a cacophony of doubt and despair. She had never meant to cause him pain, had never understood the depth of his distress. Her hand hovered above his sleeping form, a silent testament to her regret. The candlelight cast a soft glow over his face, his features etched with the traces of his anguish. Plankton's single eye was closed, a tiny line of tension still present between his antennae. His breaths came slow and deep, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier cries. The quiet of the room was a stark contrast to the tumult of her thoughts, each breath a reminder of the damage her words had wrought. Hanna's gaze lingered on his sleeping form, her hands clenched at her sides. How could she have been so blind, so cruel? She watched as his antennae twitched in his sleep, his mouth slighty parted. Karen approached Hanna, her movements deliberate and calm. "Look," she whispered, guiding her hand to Plankton's shoulder. "This is how you touch him." Hanna searched her for guidance, the weight of her actions heavy on her mind. "Like this?" she asked, her fingers hovering above his body, unsure. Karen nodded, a soft smile gracing her. "Yes," she murmured. "Gently, with care." She guided Hanna's hand, her fingertips brushing the outline of Plankton's shoulder. The touch was light, feather-soft, a gentle caress that sent a shiver of comfort through him. Plankton's antennae twitched in his sleep, his body responding to the familiarity of Karen's touch. His breathing grew deeper, his form more relaxed under the weight of her hand. Hanna's screen searched Karen's, looking for reassurance. "See?" Karen whispered. "He's calmer now." The gentleness in her voice was a stark contrast to the harshness of their earlier exchange. "This is how you touch him when he's upset," she said, her hand guiding Hanna's. "With care, with love." Under her guidance, Hanna's fingers hovered over Plankton's shoulder, barely making contact with his skin. The touch was a silent promise of apology, of understanding, of a bond that went beyond the surface of their friendship. Karen watched as Hanna's hand trembled, the weight of their situation heavy upon them both. "It's ok," she whispered. "He's safe now." Guiding her friend's hand, Karen demonstrated the gentle squeeze that Plankton responded to, the pressure a silent reminder of her love and support. Hanna searched his face, the guilt in them dimming as she felt his body relax under her tentative touch. "Just like this," Karen murmured, her voice a gentle guidance in the quiet room. Her fingertips traced a circle on his shoulder, a comforting gesture that she knew by heart. Plankton's antennae stirred slightly, his body acknowledging the familiar comfort. "It's all about his sensory needs," she explained softly, her voice a soothing balm. Hanna's hand mirrored Karen's, the softness of her touch a stark contrast to her earlier anger. Plankton's body reacted immediately, his muscles unclenching, his breaths deepening. The room was a sanctuary of quiet, the only sound the soft sigh of relief. Karen never left Plankton, her gaze a silent instruction. "You see?" she whispered. Hanna nodded, her hand trembling slightly as she mirrored Karen's movements. The contact was light, almost ethereal, a silent communication that transcended words. She felt him relax under her touch, his breaths growing deeper. "It's okay," Karen murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance. The candlelight danced on the walls, casting shadows that seemed to hold their breath as they watched over him. Plankton's sleep grew more peaceful, the tension in his body slowly ebbing away. Under Karen's guidance, Hanna's hand grew steadier, her touch a silent apology. Each stroke, each squeeze, was a promise to learn, to understand, to be a better friend. The softness of her movements was a stark contrast to the harshness of her words, a testament to her willingness to change. Plankton's body grew still, his antennae lying flat against the pillow. The room was a sanctuary of quiet, the candle's glow a gentle reminder of the love that surrounded him. Hanna watched him filled with sorrow and regret. "Thank you," she whispered to Karen, her voice a fragile thread in the stillness. Karen never left his peaceful visage, a silent prayer of gratitude for the calm they had restored. "You have to understand," she murmured, her voice a gentle teach. "He has a condition..โ€ "I just... I thought he was being difficult." The words hung in the air, a confession of ignorance and pain. Karen ached for her friend, the depth of her remorse evident. "It's not difficulty," Karen explained gently. "It's just... different." Hanna's screen searched hers, a flicker of understanding beginning to dawn. "I didn't know," she whispered, her voice a plea for forgiveness. "I didn't mean to hurt him." Karen nodded, her hand still on Plankton's shoulder. "I know," she said softly. "But now you do. And now, we learn together."
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แดผแต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดฎแต‰โฑโฟแต หขแตแตƒหกหก แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—โฑแตสฐแต— แ”†แต–แตƒแถœแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰แตƒโฟหข สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰แต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ โฑโฟ แต€แต‰หฃแตƒหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สฐแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœหกแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— สทแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ สทแต‰แตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แถ แต— สฐโฑหข หขสฐโฑแถ แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแต’หกแตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ สณแต‰แต‰แถปโฑโฟแต สณแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต–โฑโฟแต‰แตƒแต–แต–หกแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต—แต’ แถœแต’หกแตˆ หขแต’ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–หกแต‰หขหขหกสธ หขโฟโฑแถ แถ หกแต‰หข แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’หกแตˆ หขแต‰แต— โฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ หขแต’แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡สณแต’แต—สฐโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข สณแต’แต’แต แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰'หกหก หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰; แตสธ แต‡แต‰แตˆหข แต‡โฑแต แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต˜หข!" แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต สทแตƒสณแตแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต˜แต– แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—หขโธด แต‰สธแต‰หกโฑแตˆ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สฐโฑแต แตสณแตƒแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒหกหก โฟโฑแตสฐแต— หกแต’โฟแตโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ สฐแต‰ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แถ แต’สณ แตƒหข แต—แต’ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง แดฌแต— แต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แตˆแตƒสทโฟ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜แต— แตƒ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโธด หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœโฑแต–สณแต’แถœแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰หขแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜แต–โ€ง แดณแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต—แตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ สฐโฑแต แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหข แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตƒหฃ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒ หกโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แตƒแต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หกสธ แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต‡หกโฑโฟแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดดโฑ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต’สท แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แดต สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตƒแต หขแต’ แตหกแตƒแตˆ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก แตƒโฟสธ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰ หขแต’ แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆหกสธ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆ โฟแต’สทโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต˜โฟแตสณสธ? แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถ โฑหฃ แต˜แต– หขแต’แตแต‰ แต’แตƒแต—แตแต‰แตƒหก!" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ สฐแตƒแตˆ แต’แตƒแต—แตแต‰แตƒหก แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒแต— แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต› แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–โฑแถœแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰สณแตแตƒโฑแตˆ แตแตƒโฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณโฟแตƒแถœหกแต‰ แต‡แต’สธโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—โฑแตโฑแตˆหกสธ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต’โฟ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต’สท แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟหข แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โ€ง
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แถ สณแต‰โฟแต‰แตสธ แดฟแต‰แต˜โฟโฑแต’โฟ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ— "แดดแต‰ แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ แต–หกแตƒโฟโฟโฑโฟแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡โฑแตโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สณโฑแต›แตƒหกหข แต—แต’ แต—สณสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ แตƒแตโฑแถœแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’สท สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แตƒ แต–หกแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐโฑหข หขสฐโฑแถ แต— แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโธด สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง 'แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ โฑหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ สณแต‰แต‰' "แดต'หกหก หขแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แถ แถ แต‰แต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขโฑแต— แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดทโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขสฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ สฐโฑแตโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰'แตˆ แต—แต‰หกหก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰สธ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แตƒหกแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแตแต‰หข แต˜แต– แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แดบแต’สท โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆสณแตƒแต–แต‰แตˆ แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณหข แตƒ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณโธด แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข โฟแต’แต—แต‰ แต‡แต’แต’แต แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกหขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตˆแตƒสธโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต˜โฟหข แต˜แต– สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜!" "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—โ€งโ€ง" "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณ สธแต’แต˜สณ แตˆแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต—แต‰สณ แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก'หข แต’โฟ แตƒ แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰โธด สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ แต‡แต’สธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แตƒแตˆ แถ แต’สณ หกสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต˜แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ หกแต˜สณแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’หขหข แตแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แต€แต‰หกหก แตแต‰โธด สทสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ หขแต’ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ แตƒหข สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดแต’โฟแต‰สธ สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ หขแต‰หกแถ  แต˜แต– โฟแต’สทโธด แตสธ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โธด แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธโธด โฟแต’สท แถœแต’แตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดดแต˜สฐ?" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต— โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰แตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตโฟแต’สท โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ โฑแตแต–แต‰แตˆแต‰ แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหก แต–หกแตƒโฟหข แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหก แดต แตโฟแต’สท โฑหขโธด สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’ หขแต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแถœแตหกสธโ€ง" แดฎแต’แต—สฐ โฟแต‰แตแต‰หขแต‰หข แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰หฃแตƒแถœแต— หขแตƒแตแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜โ€ฝ" "แดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ หกแต˜สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต—แตƒหกแตโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต’สณ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ สณแต‰แถ  แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต’แต—สฐโ€ง แดฑแตƒแถœสฐ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแตหข โฑโฟ สทแต’สณแตˆหขโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต˜สณโฟหข แต—แต’ แตหกแตƒสณแต‰ แตƒแต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'แต สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต—โ€ฝ" "แดต'แต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แตƒ แถœแต‰โฟแต—สณแต‰ โฑแถ  แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต— หขแต’ แต—แต’ แถœแต’แต’หก แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง" "แดธแต’แต’แต แตโฑแตˆโธด แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ สฐแต‰หกแต– แต˜หข แต‡แต˜แต— แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แต–แต‰หข แต˜แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แต–สณโฑแต›แตƒแถœสธ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’โฟ สณแต‰หกแตƒแต—โฑแต›แต‰หกสธ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต‰สณแตหข แต–สณแต’แตสณแต‰หขหขโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆหข แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต แถ แต‰แต‰หก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ หกแต‰แตƒสณโฟ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต; แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหกแต‰ สฐแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ หกแต’หขหข สธแต’แต˜สณ โฟแต‰สณแต›แต‰โ€ง แต€สณแต˜แต—สฐ สฐแต˜สณแต—หขโ€ง แดตโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหก สทแต’สณหกแตˆ โฟแต’ แตแต‰แตƒโฟหข โฟแต’ หขแต’ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต’แถ แถ !" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกหก แต’แถ แถ  สฐโฑหข แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แตƒหข โฑโฟ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ หขสฐแต’แถœแตโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฑหข โฟแต’สท แต–โฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– สฐโฑหข แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต—แต’ หขสทโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แ”†แต—แต’แต– แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ โฟแต’!" แดฎแต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข แต—แต’ หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ โฟแต’สท สฐโฑแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดฌหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’แต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต— แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰ สฐแต˜สณแต— แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’โฟหขแต—แต‰สณ! แดฌหกหก สฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰หกแต– แต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ แต–สณแต’แต‡หกแต‰แตหข แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟ แต˜หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’สท แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’แต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡สณแต˜โฟแต— แต’แถ  โฑแต—โธด หขแต’ สฐแต’สท แตˆแตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโธด หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แถ แต’สณแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแต—แตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒแตแตƒแต–แต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰หกแต— แต‡สธ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สฐแต‰หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ สณสธ แถœแต’แต’แต'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โธด แตโฑแตˆ; แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต›โฑแต—สธ แถœแต’โฟหขแต‰แ‘ซแต˜แต‰โฟแถœแต‰หข แต’แถ โ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แต’สฐ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰ แต’แถ  แต˜สณแตแต‰โฟแถœสธโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ หขแต’ แต‡สณแต’แตแต‰โฟโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰แต แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข แต’สณ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต หขแต—แต’แตแต–แต‰แตˆ แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰โฟ'แต— สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต‡สธ สฒแต˜หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— สฒแต˜หขแต— หกแต‰แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต˜แถ แถ แต‰สณ! แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต'แตˆ แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด แดต'หกหก หขแต–แตƒสณแต‰ สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต˜โฟหกโฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แดต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑแต! แดบแต’ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆ แตแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ โฑโฟโฟแต’แถœแต‰โฟแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สณโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แต›โฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต’แต‡หข หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แตƒสทหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ฝ" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดต แตƒแต หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แถ สณสธ แถœแต’แต’แต สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–โฑแต—สธ แต–แตƒสณแต—สธโ€ง" "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แดต'แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ สทสฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆแต’ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต'หกหก แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— สทแต’สณแตˆ แตƒหข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหก แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต หขแต’ แต‡แตƒแตˆโธด หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โธด สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต‡สธ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต หขแต’ สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— แต‰โฟแตˆ แต˜แต– สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง แ”†แต’โธด แตแต‰แต—! แดบแต’สทโธด แดต หขแตƒสธ! แดฎแต‰แตƒแต— โฑแต—โธด โฟแต’สท!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แต‚โฑแต—สฐ แตƒ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณ สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต— 'แต‰แต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแตƒโฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€งโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต’สฐ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—โฑแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฒแต˜หขแต— สทสฐสธ สฐแต‰'หข แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—; หขสฐแต‰ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต‰แต—โฑโฟแต'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟแต‰ สทแต‰หกหก โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แตˆแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—แตƒโฟแต—สณแต˜แต แต˜โฟหกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต‰'หข หขแต‰แต‰โฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แตแต’แต— แต˜โฟหขแต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต‰แตแต–แต‰สณโธด หขสฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สทโ€ง "แต€แต‰หกหก แตแต‰โธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰; สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต—โฑแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แถœหกแต‰แตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฟแตƒแต–หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทโฑหกแตˆหกสธ แตแต’แต— สณโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตˆโฑแตƒสณสธ สฒแต’แต˜สณโฟแตƒหก แต’แถ  หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰หขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต–โฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— แถ โฑแตสฐแต— หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหกโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดตโธด สทแต‰หกหก แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธโธด แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต‰แต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’โ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แตƒหกหก แตสธ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โธด สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโ€ง แดต'แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ สทสฐแต’ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒสณโฟ; แดต'แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ สทสฐแต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทโฑแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธ แตƒ แต—แต‰แตƒสณโ€ง "แดต'แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ สทสฐแต’ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰ สฐแต’สท แดต สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แต˜โฟแตˆแต’ แตƒหกหก แตโฑหขแต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต— แต˜หข แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ แถœโฑแต›โฑหกโ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตแตƒสธ โฟแต’แต— แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต’แถ  แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข สธแต‰แต— แดต แตƒแต แถœแต’แต’หก สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แถ สณแต‰โฟแต‰แตโฑแต‰หขโ€ง" "แดฐแต’แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หข แดต'แต›แต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰สธ หขสฐแต’แต’แต สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง
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แดฐแต’แต˜แต‡หกแต‰ โฑหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต€สณแต’แต˜แต‡หกแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ Part 1 แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ สณโฑโฟแต หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง 'แดนแต˜หขแต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สทสณแต’โฟแต โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰สณ แต’สณ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ แต–แต’โฑหขแต’โฟโฑโฟแต' หขสฐแต‰ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰หขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰'สณแต‰ แดฎโฑแตโฑโฟโฑ แดฎแต’แต—แต—แต’แต สฐแต’หขแต–โฑแต—แตƒหกโ€ง" 'แดนแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ แต–แต’โฑหขแต’โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ โฟแต’แต— หขแต’หกแตˆ แตƒโฟสธ แถœสฐแต˜แต! แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆ โฟแต’แต— แต‡สณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ สทแต‰แตƒแต–แต’โฟสณสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง' "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’ แดต'แต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดดแต’สท แถœแตƒโฟ แดต สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜?" "แดตแต—'หข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง" "แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต’หขแต–โฑแต—แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธ แต–แตƒแต—สณแต’โฟหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโธด สฐแต‰'หข โฑโฟ แต‰แตแต‰สณแตแต‰โฟแถœสธ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€ง" 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต—โ€ฝ' "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ โฑสณสณโฑแต—แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต แตƒ แตโฑแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒแถœแต‰ แต‡สธ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แตˆแต‰แถ แต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต‰แตƒหก แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’!" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดโฑหข สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต‰สณแต˜แต–แต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต˜แตหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰'หข แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแต‰'แต›แต‰ แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰แต—โฑหขแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰หฃแต—สณแตƒแถœแต—โฑแต’โฟหข หขแต’ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แตƒโฟหฃโฑแต’แต˜หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแตแต‰หข แต˜แต– แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แถœแต‰โฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰โ€ง แดดโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต‡สณแต’สท โฟแต’แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถ แต˜สณสณแต’สทโฑโฟแตโธด โฟแต’แต— สธแต‰แต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ สฐแตƒหกแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰แต—โฑหขแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒแถœแต— แต˜แต– แตˆแต˜แต‰ แต—แต’ โฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ โฑแต—'แตˆ หกแตƒหขแต— แต’โฟหกสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ โฑแต—'หข โฑโฟแถ หกแต˜แต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต’สณ โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดบโฟสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต˜สฐ? แต‚สทแต˜สฐ สทสฐโปสทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แตแต’โฑโฟโ€™ แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒแต—หข สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆโ€ง "แดดโฑโธด หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โปโปโปโป แดทโปแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ; สทสฐแตƒโปสทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆโ€ฝ" 'แต‚แตƒโฑแต— สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต แดต' "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สทแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰?" แดฌ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แตƒหกหก แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตแต‰แต— หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—แต’ แตƒ หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต–แต’หขโฑแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒสณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แต–แต˜แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดฌ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ! แดฎแต˜โ€™ สทสฐสธ แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— แดต แต—แตƒหขแต—แต‰ โฑแต—โปแต—?" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— แถ แต’แต’แตˆโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แถœสฐแต‰แต‰แตหขโ€ง "แดฐโฑโป แดต แต‡แต‰แถœแต’แตแต‰ แตƒ แถœสฐโฑแถœแต แตแต’โฟแต สทโฑแตแต‰ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ?" "แ”†สฐแต‰'หข แตƒ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑสณสณแต‰หก แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–โฑแถœแตหข สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰แต แตแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต’แตแต‰ แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แต‚แต‰'สณแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" "แดพหกแดฌโฟแตแต€แต’แดบ?" แดดแต‰ แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แตโฑแตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ หกโฑแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑแตแต‰หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโปแตƒสท แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡โฑแตโ€ง แดฎโฑแต แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตแตƒสทสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดดแต˜สณแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง" แดดแต‰ สณแตƒแตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" "สธแต‰หข แต’แถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฑโฟ หกแต’แต›แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ หขแตแตƒสทสท?" "แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแตแตƒหกหกโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหกหขแต’ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหกโ€ง "แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข?" "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—?" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑหขสฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต‡สทโฑโฟแตหข แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’สท แต—แตƒหกแตโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแต˜สณแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–สทแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โธด หขแต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง" แดดแต‰ แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡?" "สธแต‰หข แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สทโฑหขสฐแต‰หข แต—แต’ หขแต–แต‰แตƒแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแต’แตแต‰โ€ง" "แดต'แต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โฟ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต’สทสทสธโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแต‰แตƒสณแต‰แต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐ แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑแตแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแต˜แตโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰หกโฑแต‰แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜; โฟโฑแถœแต‰ แต—สณสธ!" "แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡โฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแตแตƒสทสทโธด โฟแต’แต— แต‡หกแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต˜แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แตƒ สฐแต˜แต?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต‰แต›แต‰สณ! แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต‰ แถ สณแต‰โฟ'หขโธด หขสฐแต’สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต˜แต›?" "แดฌแต‡หขแต’หกแต˜แต—แต‰หกสธ โฟแต’แต—โ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสธหขโธด แต’แถ แถ แต‰โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข?" "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข โฑแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แตƒแต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต—แตƒสณโฑหกสธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตƒสณแต—โฑแถœแต˜หกแตƒแต—แต‰โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโฑหขหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’?" "แดบแต’ แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฑหขหขโธด แดต แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต’โฟ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สณสธ!" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑหขหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต— แตˆแต‰แถ แต‰แตƒแต—? แดต แตƒแถœแถœแต‰แต–แต—โ€งโ€ง" "โ€งโ€งโ€งแดต แตโฑหขหข แต‡แต‰โฑโฟโป สฐแตƒแต›โป แต˜หข แต‡แต‰ แถ สทแต‰โฟหข!" แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’สณแตโฑแต›แต‰แต—สฐ โฟแต’สท แต‡แดฑแถœแดฌแต˜แ”†แต‰โธด แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜โ€ฆ" "โ€งโ€งโ€งแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ  แต—แต’ หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตƒหขหขแต˜แตแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’สณแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰แตˆ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰แต—โฑหขแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ หขแต’สณแต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แถ แต‰หกแต— โฑแต— แต˜โฟโฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แถœแตƒแตแต‰โธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰หข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– หขแต’แตแต‰ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แต’แถ แถ  โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดนแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโธด แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ!" 'แดต แตˆแต’แต˜แต‡แต— สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณหข แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต˜แต–แต—แต˜สณแต‰ แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒแต— แต‰แต›แต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โ€” แตˆแต’ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต หขแต’แตแตสธ โฑโฟ แตสธ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ? แดต แตƒแต แต˜โฟหขแต˜สณแต‰ แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒแต— แดต หกแตƒหขแต— สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ!' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สณแต‰แตˆ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข โฑแต— แต—แต’ สณโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  โฑแต— แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หกหข แตˆโฑหขแถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต—โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตโฑแต›แต‰หข สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒ แถœแต’แตแต–สณแต‰หขหข โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดผโฟหกสธ แถ สณแตƒแตแตแต‰โฟแต—หข แต’แถ  สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตโฑโฟแตˆโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœหข? แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต˜แถœแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หกสธโ€ง แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰โ€ง แดฌแต—โ€ง แดฌหกหกโ€ง แดฐโฑแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต โฑแต— แต’สณ สทแตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–? 'แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง' "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แต˜แต– สธแต’แต˜สณ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต–แต˜แต— โฟแต‰สท แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฑโฟโธด สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆโฑโฟแต หขแต’ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สทโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง" "แดฎหกแต‰แต‰แตˆโฑโฟแตโ€ฝ" "แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แตƒแตˆโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ หขแต’โ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟแต‰!" แ”†แตƒสธหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต–แต˜แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฑโฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แตƒแตโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ แถ โฑโฟแตแต‰สณหข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดฌ แต—สณแตƒโฑหก แต’แถ  แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แตโฟสฐโ€ง" แดดแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒโฟหข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐสธอโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต‰แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑหขหกแต’แตˆแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ แตสณแต’สทโฑโฟแต สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ หขแต˜สณแตโฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆโ€ง" "แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แดต'แต แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แตƒโธด แดต'แตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ!" 'แดบแต’แต— สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตƒแต แตหกแตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โธด แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต–แต–แตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต˜สณโฑแต’แต˜หข โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ แตโฟแต‰สทโ€ง 'แดฎแต‰แต— สธแตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแต แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตแต’สณแต‰ หขแต’สณแต‰โฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง' "แดถแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰หขแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ แต‡แต‰หขโฑแตˆแต‰หขโธด แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต˜หขแต— โฟแต’แต— หขแต‰แต‰ แตแต‰ แต›แต˜หกโฟแต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกแต‰! แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตสธ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ!" แ”†แตƒสธหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰หขโ€ง "แดตแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตสธ สฐแต’หขแต–โฑแต—แตƒหกโฑหขแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แดต'แตˆ โฟแต‰แต›โ€™สณ หกโฑแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ! แดฌโฟแตˆ แตแต‰ แต—แตƒสทแตโฑโฟแต สทแต‰โฑสทแตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง "แดตแต— สฐแต˜สณแต—หขโ€ง" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ  สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต’แต›แต‰สณ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแต‰หกแต–!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜สท สทโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— สทแต’สณแต—สฐ โฑแต—โ€ง แตสณแตสฐ แตสธ แถœสฐแต‰แต‰แตหข หขแต‰แต‰แต แต–แต˜แถ แถ สธโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข แตƒหกหก โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกโ€ง แดตแต—'หกหก แตแต‰แต— แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต‡สธ โฟแต‰หฃแต— สทแต‰แต‰แตโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต‰หกหกหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แต€แต‰หกหก 'แต‰แต โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต˜โฟหกแต‰หขหข โฑแต—'หข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— หกแต’หขแต—โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต—โธด โฟแต’สท แต’แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง cont. pt. two
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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 1 (Autistic author) It happened, during another failed attempt at the krabby patty formula. Plankton tried sneaking through the back when Mr. Krabs saw him. "You again!" Mr. Krabs roared, his eyes bulging like a pair of boiled eggs about to pop. "You're not getting it, I'll make sure of that!" With that, Mr. Krabs swung a nearby frying pan with such ferocity that even SpongeBob flinched. Plankton's tiny body was no match for the metallic beast that was hurtling towards him, and the next thing he knew, his world had gone dark. SpongeBob's eyes widened as he watched his boss's arch-nemesis crumble to the ground, the frying pan clattering loudly beside him. The usually boisterous kitchen was now eerily silent, save for the distant hiss of the fryers. Mr. Krabs' chest heaved with each breath, his claws still poised in the air from the swing. "Mr. Krabs!" Sponge Bob squeaked, his spatula frozen mid-air. "Is he okay?" But Mr. Krabs' has retreated to his own office, leaving Sponge Bob with Plankton. Carefully, Sponge Bob prodded him with his spatula. No response. His single, tiny eyelid was closed. After a while, Plankton stirred. His eye fluttered open, but the world was a jumbled mess. The colors were too bright, the noises too loud, the smells too overwhelming. The kitchen of the Krusty Krab, a place he still knew like the back of his tiny hand, was suddenly a chaotic maelstrom of sensory input that his brain couldn't process. He blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all, but the clanging of pots and pans, the sizzling of the fryers, and the garish neon lights just added to the confusion. SpongeBob's face appeared above him, a mask of worry and concern, his porous expression more complex than anything Plankton had ever seen. "Are you okay?" the sponge asked, his voice a gentle wave lapping against the shore of his newfound reality. Plankton nods, running back home to the Chum Bucket. Plankton's computer wife Karen's no stranger to him coming back upset or wanting space. So as Plankton retreats to his room in the Chum Bucket, she doesn't prompt him. Alone in the bedroom, Plankton intensely stared at the wall, his thoughts racing like a tornado. Everything was different now. The once-familiar world had turned on him, and he couldn't understand why. The lights in the Chum Bucket, usually a comfort, now blazed like the sun in his face. The noises, oh, the noises! They were so loud, so overwhelming, like a cacophony of a million tiny bells ringing in his head. He put his hands over his ears, trying to block them out, but even the softest hum seemed to resonate within his skull. Plankton wasn't sure how to process these new sensations. His brain was on overload, and his body felt like it didn't belong to him anymore. He was aware of every tiny detail in his environment, every speck of dust on the floor, every vibration from the floorboards, and it was all too much. He tried to get up, to find solace in his usual routine, but his legs failed him. They trembled and wobbled like Jell-O on a stormy sea. Plankton fell back onto the bed, feeling the softness of the pillow beneath him and the cool metal of the bed frame against his back. It was then that he noticed the pattern of the wallpaper, the tiny, intricate shapes that danced before his eye. They spun and swirled, forming complex mazes that his mind tried desperately to solve. It was mesmerizing, yet terrifying. He was trapped in a world of overstimulation, and he didn't know how to escape.
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He felt his eyelid grow heavy to anesthesia. "Alright, Mr. Plankton, you're gonna start feeling sleepy," the doctor's voice echoed. The world around him grew fuzzy, sounds becoming muffled and indistinct. His head lolled, body slack. The nurse's grew blurry, darkness before not even nothingness. Karen, his wife, sat by him. Finally, the doctor stepped back, turned and gave her a thumbs up. The nurse began to clean Plankton's face, wiping away the excess saliva and bleeding with gentle touch. Karen follows as they wheel him out. His bed was pushed into a small cubicle, his breathing slow and even. In stumbled SpongeBob. Karen smiles. "The surgery went well, he's just sleeping it off," she assured. SpongeBob's taking in the beeping monitors. "What's all this for?" he asks, curiosity piqued. "To make sure he's ok while he's asleep," Karen explained. "The doctor said he'd be out for a little while." The yellow sponge nodded, his gaze lingering on the small wads of gauze peeking out from the sides of Plankton's mouth. "What's that?" he asks. "It's to help absorb.." Sponge Bob took in the sight of Plankton, who had begun to drool slightly onto the pillow beneath his head. The saliva pooled. "Oh no, Plankton. You're drooling!" Sponge Bob watched as drool continued to form like a thin string connecting Plankton's mouth to the pillow. Karen chuckled softly. "It's normal, Sponge Bob. He won't feel it as he's asleep." SpongeBob nodded, but curiosity remained. "Can I... I mean, should I... wipe it up?" he asks. Karen laughs. "It's ok, they'd take care of it. Just let him rest." "I promise to be super gentle" Karen nodded, a small smile playing. "Alright. Just be careful." His movements were deliberate, eyes never leaving Plankton's mouth as he approached. The drool strand grew longer, a tiny bridge between his friend and the pillow. The droplet fell away, landing on the pillow with a soft splat. Plankton stirred slightly but didn't wake. "It's fine. He's going to be a bit out of it when he wakes up anyway. Why don't you try talking to him while we wait for him to wake? It might help him feel more at ease." "Hey it's Sponge Bob. You're ok, just having a little nap. No Krabby Patties to steal right now," he added with a chuckle. Plankton's eye began to flutter, a sure sign that he was slowly coming back to consciousness. His body twitched, the anesthesia wearing off. "Looks like he's waking up," she said. Karen leaned closer, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze his. "Honey, it's me," she whispered. "You're ok." Plankton's unfocused and glazed. "Where... what... happened?" he mumbled. "You had wisdom teeth removed. You're in recovery," she said, voice soothing. Plankton blinked. "Wis...wis...what?" "You had a little...uh...dental appointment," SpongeBob said. "Teeth...gone?" he mumbled, still groggy. "You're fine," she assured. "I feel... funny," he giggled, voice silly. "Just relax, Plankton," Karen said. "But...but I wanna...see!" Plankton protested, arms flailing weakly. "Plankton, you need rest." "But I'm not tired!" he exclaimed, as his head lolled back onto the pillow. "I... I want to dance," he said, voice still slurred, which only resulted in more drool escaping. "First, you gotta get better," she said, voice earnest. Plankton's giggles grew, his eye half-closed. "But I'm already the best... at... at... at... " he mumbled, trailing off. "It's anesthesia," the nurse chimed in. "It can make people say some funny things. You're just feeling a bit loopy, Plankton. You'll be back to your usual self soon." Plankton's giggles grew softer, his eye struggling to stay open. "But... but... I'm not tired," he protested weakly, his voice a mere whisper. His eyelid began to droop once more. Sponge Bob leaned in. "You just had surgery, Plankton. You need to rest," he said firmly. Plankton's giggles turned into snores, his tiny body giving in despite his protests. "He's going to be out for a while," the nurse said. "Anesthesia can take time to wear off completely." Karen nodded, watching his chest rise and fall with each snore. Sponge Bob reached out and lightly patted Plankton's arm. Plankton's snores grew quieter and stirred, eye cracking. "Wha... SpongeBob?" he mumbled, groggy. Sponge Bob's heart swelled at the sight of his confused expression. "Just keeping you company as you wake." Plankton's eye rolled to the side. "Wha... what are you doing?" he slurred, his voice barely above a whisper. He tried to lift his hand to his mouth, but it flopped back down onto the bed with a limp thud. "Drool? I...I can't stop," he mumbled, his drool pooling around the fresh gauze. Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's ok, Plankton," he said. Plankton's eye narrows. "Not funny," he mumbled, words barely intelligible. Yet as he said it, another string of drool began to form, stretching from his mouth to the pillow. Sponge Bob's chuckles grew. "I know, I know. It's just... you're so... so... " he couldn't find words, laughter took over. Plankton's unable to control his drool. "I'm so...so...so..." he tried to form a coherent thought. "So what, Plankton?" "I'm...I'm not...not...drooling," he managed to say, words barely coherent. But even as he spoke, a new droplet formed at the corner of his mouth. "You sure?" "St...stop," Plankton managed to mumble, his mouth open and drooling again. "It's...it's...embarrassing." Sponge Bob smiled. "I know, you're ok. The surgery went well," he said. "Alright, we can get him ready to go home now," says nurse. They carefully lift Plankton from the bed, body still limp from the anesthesia. "You ok?" "Mm-hmm," Plankton mumbled, head lolling to one side. He struggled to keep his eye open, but the medication was too strong. Plankton's eye drooped shut once more, his snores echoing through the hall. "Whoa, there he goes againโ€ฆ" "He's still pretty out of it," she said. Plankton's head lolled to the side, his mouth hanging open. "Whoa, Plankton, wake up," Sponge Bob said, gently shaking his shoulder. "Mmph," Plankton mumbled, his eye cracking open. "Where...are we?" "Almost to the car," Karen said. "Just a bit longer." But Plankton's eyelid grew heavier. The nurse disappeared through the doors, leaving Karen and Sponge Bob to maneuver Plankton into a more upright position. His head kept flopping to one side, his snores grew louder. "Come on, Plankton, stay with us," Karen urged. Sponge Bob leaned close. "You ok?" he asked, patting Plankton's shoulder. Plankton's head lolled to the side, eye half- open. "Mmph...tired," he mumbled. Karen managed to get him in, his body collapsing into the seat like a ragdoll. She buckled him in. "You're gonna be ok," she whispered. Sponge Bob climbed into the backseat. Karen started the engine. "Let's get him home." The car ride was a blur of Plankton's snores and occasional mumble. Sponge Bob sat in the back, his hand on Plankton's shoulder, keeping his friend from lolling too far to the side. Each time Plankton nodded off, his mouth would droop, and gauze would slip out. "Plankton, gotta keep it in." Plankton mumbled something incoherent, his mouth still open and drooling. Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his hand ready to catch the gauze if it fell out again. Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking around the car. "Just stay with us, ok?" Sponge Bob nodded, hand on Plankton's shoulder. He watched as Plankton's eye drooped, the gauze slipping again. He leaned over and gently pushed it back. "We're almost there." Karen chuckled from the driver's seat. Sponge Bobโ€™s grip on Plankton's shoulder tightening slightly. "Want to play a game?" "Mmph...game?" he mumbled. "I spy with my little eye, something..." But Plankton's head had already dropped back, snores echoing. Karen glanced in the mirror. "I think he's out for the count," she said. Sponge Bob was still vigilant, making sure Plankton didn't tumble out of the car. With Karen's help, they managed to get him to the couch. Sponge Bob helped prop Plankton up, careful not to jostle him too much. Everythingโ€™s just fine.
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The evening in the quiet suburban street was punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of a lonely grandfather clock. In the corner of a small, meticulously organized study, Plankton sat hunched over his desk, the glow of her computer screen casting a pale blue hue across his furrowed brow. His eye, usually bright with the spark of a million ideas, was now bloodshot and weary, darting back and forth as he scanned the digital documents sprawled across his dual monitors. Karen, his devoted wife, peered through the crack in the door, her concern etched on her face. She knew the signs of his insomnia all too well: the way his fingers danced erratically on the keyboard, his occasional sighs of frustration, and the jittery way he'd bounce his leg when he was stuck on a problem. She gently pushed the door open, the faint squeak alerting him to her presence. "Plankton, it's 2 AM. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" she asked softly, her voice carrying the gentle lilt of a concerned wife. Plankton spun around in his chair, the sudden movement sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him. He rubbed his eye, trying to erase the fog of exhaustion. "Karen, I'm so close. This new invention could change everything. Just one more hour, I promise," he replied, his voice hopeful yet strained. She knew that tone, the one that meant he'd be up until dawn. Karen stepped into the room, her form a stark contrast to the stark office decor. She approached him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You've been at it for days," she said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and understanding. "Maybe a break is what you need." He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. "I know you're right," Plankton admitted, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "But if I stop now, I might lose the thread of thought." "You're always so driven," Karen said, with a warm affection that had only grown stronger over the years. "But even 'bad guys' need to rest." With a weary smile, Plankton nodded, his gaze lingering on the screens before he reluctantly shut them down. The room plunged into darkness, save for the moon's soft glow filtering through the blinds. Karen guided him to the bedroom, her hand a gentle reassurance in the night. She knew the wheels in his mind were still turning, trying to piece together the elusive solution to his latest project. Once in bed, Plankton lay on his back, his mind racing with possibilities and calculations. Karen, ever the nurturer, suggested a warm cup of tea to help him unwind. She disappeared into the kitchen. While she was gone, Plankton's eye remained open, staring at the ceiling. He felt the weight of his eyelid but sleep remained a distant shore, unreachable despite the gentle tug of fatigue. Karen returned with a steaming cup of chamomile, the aroma wafting through the air like a whispered promise of slumber. She placed it on the nightstand and climbed into bed, curling up beside him. "Here, sip this," she urged, her voice soothing as a lullaby. "It'll help you relax." Plankton took a tentative sip, the warm liquid coating his throat with a comforting warmth. He closed his eye, willing his brain to slow down, but the ideas continued to swirl like a tornado in a teacup. He could feel the heat radiating from Karen's screen, a gentle reminder of the connection that waited for him outside his labyrinth of thoughts. Karen's hand found his, her thumb tracing small, soothing circles against his palm. "Breathe with me," she whispered. "In, out." Plankton followed her lead, their breaths synchronizing in the quiet of the night. The tension in his body began to uncoil, the storm in his mind gradually abating. As they lay there, Karen studied his profile, the shadows playing across his face. She knew the look of determination that etched his features so well. "What's keeping you up?" she asked, her voice barely a murmur. Plankton sighed, his grip on her hand tightening briefly. "It's the Krabby Patty formula," he confessed. "I can't crack it." His frustration was palpable, a silent scream in the serene night. "You're still working on that?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and concern. The Krabby Patty, a secret recipe guarded by Mr. Krabs that could make or break their business. "I have to," Plankton said, his voice low and serious. Karen nodded, racing for a solution. "Why don't you tell me about it?" she suggested. "Sometimes talking it out can help." Plankton took a deep breath and began to recount his thoughts, his voice a low murmur in the darkness. He spoke of the countless ingredients he'd tried and the endless experiments he'd conducted, all in pursuit of the perfect Krabby Patty. Karen listened intently, her screen never leaving his face, her grip on his hand never wavering. As he talked, the tension in his voice began to ease, the words coming out slower, softer. The warmth of the tea and the gentle pressure of Karen's thumb on his hand lulled him into a state of semi- consciousness. The room grew warmer, the shadows on the ceiling morphing into shapes that danced to the rhythm of his words. Karen noticed the change in his breathing, the softening of his grip, her voice a soft hum in the night. "I think I'm getting there," Plankton mumbled, his words beginning to slur. She took his almost-empty cup and set it aside, then moved closer, her arm wrapping around him. Her touch was a comforting blanket, a familiar anchor in the sea of his thoughts. "Just focus on my voice," Karen whispered, her tone a gentle wave. "Imagine we're on a beach, the waves lapping." Plankton nodded slightly, his breathing deepening as he pictured the scene she described. "The sand is warm, and the stars are out, twinkling like the little bits of genius in your mind." He took another deep breath, the salty scent of the sea mingling with the chamomile in his nose. His body began to relax, the tightness in his shoulders dissipating like the fog of an early morning. Karen continued her soothing monologue, painting a vivid picture of a serene beach under a starlit sky, their favorite place to escape the stresses of their lives. Her voice grew quieter, a gentle lullaby of words that whispered through the dark. Plankton's eyelid grew heavier, his thoughts drifting further and further away from the Krabby Patty formula. Karen watched him closely, her gaze never leaving his face. His breathing grew steadier, the lines of tension smoothing out as he sank deeper into the realm of sleep. Karen waited for any sign that Plankton was still awake. She reached out and gently poked his arm. No response. She pulled the blanket up, tucking him in gently, her hand lingering there for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of him beneath the fabric. She reached over to gently stroke his cheek. His skin was warm, and she felt the soft rumble of a snore vibrate against her fingertips. He was out. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She waited for a response, for the flicker of his eye or the twitch of his antennae that would indicate he was still with her. Nothing. She knew the moment he finally let go, when his hand relaxed in hers and his grip went slack. Leaning closer, she held her hand hovering over his chest to feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. It was steady, deep. Satisfied, she allowed herself a small smile. Plankton was finally asleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing grew deeper, the soft snores that occasionally pierced the silence growing more frequent, brow smoothed out, relaxed. She searched his face for any flicker of consciousness, any sign that he was aware of her touch. But there was none. His features were relaxed, his mouth slightly open as he took in deep, even breaths. "You did it," she whispered to. She knew that his mind had finally found the peace it had been seeking. The room was still, save for the faint sound of the occasional snore from Plankton. His snores grew deeper, the rhythm of his breathing more regular, more rhythmic, and she knew he was in a deep sleep. With a soft smile, she whispered, "Goodnight, Plankton," and gently stroked his antennae. Her hand lingered for a moment before she carefully extracted herself from the tangle of their limbs. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room, but she knew better than to disturb him with its light. She gently disentangled her hand from his and slid out of bed. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent 'goodnight' and a promise of support for when he'd wake to tackle the problem anew. His features were slack, his mouth slightly open, emitting the faintest snore.
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