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Skibidi Toilet stared at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes red from crying. It had been a rough week, and it was only Tuesday. He had to make a decision he never thought he'd face. The room was silent, except for the occasional drip of the faucet echoing through the emptiness. It was a stark contrast to the usual laughter and banter that filled his house when LankyBox was around. LankyBox, with his awkward charm and gaming prowess, had captured Skibidi's heart. But the cracks in their relationship had started to show when Skibidi realized that Lanky's 'gyatt' was at a mere level one. It was something he had tried to overlook, but in the hypercompetitive world of gaming, it was a glaring weakness. The lack of confidence in Lanky's voice when he played, the way he'd shrink away during raids - it all pointed to the same thing. No rizz. Skibidi knew he had to face the music. He took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and opened his computer. His fingers hovered over the keys, composing a message in his mind before he finally started typing. "Hey Lanky, we need to talk." The words felt like lead as they materialized on the screen. He stared at them for what felt like an eternity before hitting send. The minutes ticked by like hours. The anticipation was unbearable. Finally, a notification popped up. Lanky had seen the message. Skibidi's heart raced as he waited for a response. The seconds stretched into minutes, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the chat bubble flickered to life. "What's up, Skib?" Skibidi's fingers trembled as he began to type. "I don't think we're... compatible anymore. I need someone with more... presence in the game." The words stung as he wrote them, but he knew he had to be honest. Lanky's silence was deafening, and Skibidi felt the weight of his words hanging in the digital void. He waited, his eyes glued to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Lanky responded, "What do you mean?" His avatar's expression was a blend of confusion and sadness. Skibidi's chest tightened, but he couldn't take it back now. "I need someone who can keep up with me, Lanky. Someone who doesn't hold me back with your low level gyatt." The words felt like a betrayal, but he had to be firm. Lanky went offline without another word, leaving Skibidi to face the cold reality of his decision. The house was eerily quiet, and Skibidi couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake. He tossed and turned in bed that night, plagued by thoughts of Lanky's hurt expression and the hollowness of their once vibrant relationship. The next morning, Lanky was gone. His side of the bed was cold, and his gaming chair sat empty. Skibidi felt a pang of regret, but he pushed it aside, telling himself he'd done what was best for both of them. He went about his day, trying to focus on work and friends, but every time he looked at his gaming setup, the void was glaring. That evening, Lanky returned home, his eyes puffy from crying. He'd spent the day scouring the internet for answers to his gyatt woes, determined to prove himself. He had bookmarked countless articles and YouTube tutorials titled "How to Level Up Your Gyatt in Record Time," avoiding the clickbait promises of overnight transformations. He sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Lanky," Skibidi began tentatively, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Lanky looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. "I know," he said, his voice small. "But I want to change. I want to be someone you can be proud of in the game." The next week, Lanky threw himself into training. He watched videos, read blogs, and even signed up for an online gyatt boot camp. The house was a blur of energy drinks and furious typing as Lanky competed in the World Gyatt Olympics, an intense digital competition where contestants battled to push each other out of the virtual ring using their charm and wit. Days turned into weeks, and Skibidi could see the change in Lanky. He was more confident, his laughter grew louder, and there was a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before. The WGO finals approached, and Lanky's dedication paid off. He found himself in the final round, his heart racing as the virtual lights shone down on him. The contestants were all skilled, but Lanky had something extraโ€”desperation, hope, and a love that fueled his every move. The match was intense. Lanky's avatar, once a noobish representation of himself, had morphed into a force to be reckoned with. His quips were sharper, his strategies more refined. And then it happenedโ€”Lanky pushed the last player out of the ring with a flourish of digital finesse. The chat exploded with congratulatory emojis and cheers, and there it was, the gold gyatt medal appearing around his avatar's neck. Skibidi watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He couldn't believe it. Lanky had done it. He'd gone from a level one to a champion. The TV broadcasted the final moments of Lanky's victory, and as the camera zoomed in on his triumphant face, Skibidi felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated Lanky, and in doing so, had hurt the person he cared about the most. He knew he had to make amends. The crowd in the arena roared as Lanky's victory was announced. Skibidi's phone buzzed with notificationsโ€”messages from friends and viewers alike, praising Lanky's performance. But it was the one from Lanky that made his heart skip a beat: "I did it for us, Skib. Can we talk?" Skibidi took a deep breath and typed back, "I'm watching you right now, Lanky. You're amazing. Let's talk when you get home." The anticipation was palpable as Skibidi waited for Lanky to return. He had so much to say, so much to apologize for. When Lanky finally walked through the door, clutching his gold gyatt medal, Skibidi was there, ready to listen, to understand, and hopefully, to make things right.
story i wrote while in class :p ๏ฝก๏พŸโ€ขโ”ˆ๊’ฐแƒ โ™ก เป’๊’ฑโ”ˆโ€ข ๏ฝก๏พŸ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜œ๐˜ด ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณโ€”๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข, ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ, ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜นโ€”๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜บ. ๐˜ก๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜บ ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ . ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜น ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต, ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€”๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ. ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜บ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌโ€”๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต, ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต. ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ. โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ,โ€ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต. ๐˜–๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. โ€œ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ,โ€ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ?โ€ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ, โ€œ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.โ€ ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณโ€” โ€œ๐˜”๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ.โ€ ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต. ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ. ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ต. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด. โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌโ€ฆโ€ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ.โ€ ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌโ€” โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.โ€ ๏ฝก๏พŸโ€ขโ”ˆ๊’ฐแƒ โ™ก เป’๊’ฑโ”ˆโ€ข ๏ฝก๏พŸ search ( lovelyangel.) for more storues written by me
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โฑแถ  แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ สทสณโฑแต—แต‰ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœหข แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต’แถ  แตƒหกหก แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰หข แต—สฐแตƒแต— แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แตƒแต โฑแต— แถœแต’สณสณแต‰แถœแต—หกสธ??? โฑ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ หขแต-แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหก โฑ หขแต‰แตƒสณแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สทแตƒหข "แถœแต˜แต—แต‰."๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ’๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿช
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why did i see a nsfw fanfic of trump and biden on here .. BRO IM DONE ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€
im an adult and came here for emojis. discovering there is a world of kids just having discourse on a fucking emoji site is wild to me. A word of advice. dont post your fanfic and writing to here, nsfw or otherwise. wattpad exists. please just go there you will have a much better experience trust me. might even garner a following. หšโ‚Šโ€ง๊’ฐแƒ โ˜† เป’๊’ฑ โ€งโ‚Šหš
Thereโ€™s something poetic about screaming before you die. In under-exertion, like a deer caught in the headlights, you fail to get away from your captor, but you cover yourself up nonetheless in useless armor of your own forearms, turning your head away in fear. You think itโ€™ll do something, but in the heat of the moment (or maybe your blood vessels, the hair on your arm standing on its ends) you donโ€™t think itโ€™ll do anything but. Thereโ€™s probably a policy for how that works. Science. Logic. The iron will of a hand flayed out, all the while the person doing so furrows their brows, the corners of their open mouth wrinkling against their cheek in a crude gesture of dominance. Shame on me for depicting that as something wrong, because Iโ€™m doing it right now, right? Subtle, but not subtle at the same time. The gesture of raising your arm, up-up-up into the sky, and lowering your hands clasped together a knife wrapped around it down-down-down into your victim, all the while they yell for their lives, something utterly futile; but poetic too. One of mankindโ€™s elegies in their final death throes, expressing it in the way they know best. Conversing, saying something - opening their mouth, wide, before it closes, and so do your eyes, and your legs altogether, collapsing onto the ground. โ€ฆ Ha. Has winter ever been this cold? Tsugino stared down at the corpse beneath him, his back unable to hitch its owner up by the feet anymore now hunched against a garbage bag. He stared at him โ€” it, or him? His face, so previously full of life the day before at school, chatting with a bunch of his classmates which surrounded him; eyes beady brown, glimmering in the specks of dust splattering from against the classroom windowโ€ฆ now marble-like. His face was never this dark before, his bangs casting a shadow downwards his eyelids and into his cheeks. It was never this cold before, either. With his right palm touching the corpseโ€™s cheek, he blew an exhale into it a moment after. There was no use caring for a NO. If they didnโ€™t love him, whoโ€™s to say he had to care for their wellbeing in dingy alleyways either? Nobody. Nobody at all. _ โ€ฆ Though, now, he had somebody by his side. Wasn't that enough for him? He didn't know at all. Bleak days of cooking, walking to preparatory school, sauntering back home so as to review his notes, all the while met with a familiar face that greeted him each day โ€” red bangs which curled into a small face, and into sharp eyes the same hue as his hair bounced each time Maeno tilted his head to the side, squinting due to his smiling widely โ€” saying โ€œOh, Tsugino, you've finished cooking dinner?!โ€ only to scrunch itself up in disgust, realizing he had mixed vegetables in it . . . this was fine, after all. Tsugino had grown accustomed to it. In fact, he delighted in such normality, knowing that for once, he was content with this life. He smiled at the sky, and it smiled back at him. If only it had just stayed the same forever. For some reason, Tsugino couldn't help but turn his head away from Maeno, not in contempt, but neutrality, because he realized something was off with the way he viewed his roommate (friend, former doctor, former handcuffed-by-the-wrist-partner) and he didn't know how to deal with it. He'd had felt these feelings before, but now that he was more, admittedly, mentally stable, the influx of emotions came through into his brain, overriding its insides completely. He didn't know what to do in order to handle these emotions, because he knew what they were; he just didn't want to say them out loud. He knew what it was. It was just at the tip of his tongue, rolling off of his mouth, swirling into his ears and back into his brain, mindโ€™s eye trembling at the thought of it. He knew it was. Each thought he had about Doc intensified by the second, each tick of the clock creaking in a momentary steadying of itself before spinning in circles. His own cheek in his own palm. A pursing of his lips. His elbow holding his face propped onto his studying desk. His eyes inclined to the wooden surface, for it had naught else to focus onto for the time being. Maeno grinning, his teeth crooked into the shape of a feline cat shining through his open mouth. His eyes closed, fluttered, eyelashes barely visible when opened were his eyelids now visible, specks of what seemed to be dust sprinkled about. His red hair, messy, strands coiling themselves back into his scalp because he barely brushed his hair, if ever, even though the braid which dangled through his right bang was neatly kept, moving, turning once he looked at the camera (Tsuginoโ€™s imagination) Snap. Maenoโ€™s eyes. They angled upwards, the upper eyelid curving into an arc ever-so-slightly. His pupils were smaller than the average person, the bottom half of his sclera made visible by his irises shaped into an oval, though jouncing to the side each little glance he took at each little precious thing he wanted to focus his attention onto. Snap. Maenoโ€™s eyebrows. They were thin, long. Darker than his hair color. They were expressive. If you were to cover up his entire face, his eyebrows would still be something you could utilize in order to discern what he was feeling. Snap. Each time his collarbones peeked out from under his shirt as he angled his torso towards you. Snap. His fingers, long, scarred. Even though they had bandaids littered about, right onto his knuckles or other more curious locations like the tip of his index finger, they were pretty to look at, veins protruding through the back of his palm as they posed for the camera or as they wrapped themselves around an object. Snap. His skin. Snap. His knees. Snap. His ankles. Snap. His wrists. Snap. His chin. Snap. His cheeks. Snap. His ears. Snap. His back. Snap. His nape. Snapโ€ฆ? His everything? Was it the click of a polaroid camera, slowly lifted down in order for Tsugino to look at his muse in all of his glory, or a metaphor for Tsuginoโ€™s desire to eat Maeno whole? Was it his forlorn to reach his hand out to Maeno as he placed his palm onto his, wrapping his fingers around his hand before gently tugging at Maenoโ€™s wrist, afterwards pulling him forward, leaning his chin into his for a kiss, or did he want to sink his teeth into his lips, tearing through it for he lowered it down into his chin, lower and lower into his stomach stained with blood which trailed through the gaping hole in his stomach, crudely shaped into the edge of a knife? Was it about Tsugino's scrutinizing gaze, cold, soft, everything in between, or his desire to kill Aki? It was both. It was two. One. Haru wanted to kill him. He wanted to see him dead. He wanted to see Akiโ€™s guts spill out from outwards his stomach, the tenderness coming with a splurch and ending in a crescendo that was from in-and-out, dipping into the sausage-like organs. He wanted to reel his forearms back into the air, holding a knife in his trembling hands now gripping tighter onto the handle, only to stab Aki in the throat. He wanted to see him in such a position he couldn't help but be killed by him, maybe yelling, or maybe not. Maybe tears running down his cheeks, down the corner of his sharp eyes now squinting, closing in impulse; he wanted to kiss his tears away. He wanted to see its translucence, sempiternal, somewhat vaguely stained with red coming from his stomach, or his throat, or his eye, any part of him. He would accept all of them. He would accept all of them gratefully, kissing them too, or cutting them up into tiny pieces, chewing each in his mouth with a crunch from his left and a crunch from his right, before leaning into his collarbone made visible by the tank-top unfolding to the side, sinking his teeth into his skin, deeper into the flesh, and deeper into the muscle. He would like that. Two Haru loved him. Aki had taught him cruelly the meaning of love, and gently the meaning of love. He wanted to wrap his fingers around Akiโ€™s jaw, before sliding his fingers forward to his chin so as to prop his mouth in front of his, kissing him, the hot air pressing against their faces each breath they took through inside of the mouths, pirouetting, swirling into their humid surroundings as Haru tilted his head to the side so as to lick at Akiโ€™s tongue, swirling it around the base, their salivas mixing together into one - maybe that was the sort of thing he sought out in eating him, because that too was Aki inside of him. โ€ฆ โ€ฆ โ€ฆ โ€ฆ โ€ฆ Tsugino knew what he felt. He was so embarrassed, he had to say it. There was no use running away from it any longer, anyways, because any more and he'd have been lying to himself. He had a crush on Doc. Maeno Aki.
idc about the shitty smut on this website or the "erm guys you cant dislike sex, the stigma on it comes from religious extremism!!" (which may be true but there are plenty of reasons to not want to see sex everywhere AND acknowledge that forced religion is bad) , but i think itd be really cool if, on this website, you could make an account and then block tags that upset you so that i dont have to hear about everyone yappin
btw yalls smut fics suck ass ^_^ stop being fucking weird. Go on Tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or something not a fucking font website. Let people look for emojis u waste of space
โ˜๏ธpeople aren't going to stop posting weird stuff on here just because you tell them not to. y'all are more annoying than the people uploading it at this point โ˜๏ธ
"( //>///<//)๐ŸŽ€ yesโ€ฆ yes i do ๐Ÿ’— do.. you like me..? (o/////o " )๐Ÿš— (โธโธโธ>๏น<โธโธโธ) YESSSS would you like to go with me to the dance? 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โ•ญ โ€ข :ยจ ยท.ยท ยจ: โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ -ห‹ห เผปโเผบ หŽหŠ- โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ•ฎ `ยท . เญจเญง โŒž practice writing : JJKโŒ โ”€ เญจเญง There wasnโ€™t many things six-eyes couldnโ€™t pick up on, but the emotions of others were one. Something about being understanding of the inner workings of the world around you, yet unable to truly get the ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ was a real pain in the neck. Suguru was one prime example of someone Satoru couldnโ€™t ever fully comprehend. How could he justify hurting people to the degree that he must have to, to pursue those damn ideals he claimed? Was he right? Was Satoru fighting the man in the right? He never could pick up on what Suguru was thinking, what if he knew something Satoru didnโ€™t? Didnโ€™t Satoru know ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ by now? It was a failure of his own abilities that he couldnโ€™t tell, couldnโ€™t grapple with the idea, he was sure. He wanted to understand why anything ever happened within the brain, but it was quite obvious that would never happen by now. โ•ฐโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ -ห‹ห เผปโเผบ หŽหŠ- โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ€ข :ยจ ยท.ยท ยจ: โ€ข โ•ฏ `ยท . เญจเญง eyesofsix ๐Ÿ’ฌ : bleh this is rambling. anyway, publishing this anonymously on a symbols website. because i have nothing better to do, I guess. + feel free to use any of this for whatever, its not even an au its just random word vomit. probably sucks, but this is an anonymous website! โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค hah. cant judge me here. (หถแต” แต• แต”หถ)
Cock and ball torture (CBT) is a sexual activity involving application of pain or constriction to the male genitals. This may involve directly painful activities, such as genital piercing, wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation or even kicking. The recipient of such activities may receive direct physical pleasure via masochism, or knowledge that the play is pleasing to a sadistic dominant. Image: Electrostimulation applied on a penis Contents: Section 1: In Pornography Section 2: Ball stretcher Section 3: Parachute Section 4: Humbler Section 5: Testicle cuff Section 1: In pornography In addition to itโ€™s occasional role in BDSM pornography, Tamakeri (literally Ball kicking) is a separate genre in Japan. One notable actress in tamakeri is Erika Nagai who typically uses her martial arts skills to knee or kick men in the testicles. Section 2: Ball stretcher A ball stretcher is a sex toy that is fastened around a man in order to elongate the scrotum and provide a feeling of weight pulling the testicles away from the body. While leather stretchers are most common, other models are made of steel rings that are fastened with screws causing additional mildly uncomfortable weight to the wearer. The length of the stretcher may vary from 1-4 inches, and the steel models can weigh as much as five pounds. Section 3: Parachute A Parachute is a small collar, usually made from leather, which fastens around the scrotum, and from which weights can be hung. Conical in shape, three or four short chains hanging beneath, to which weights can be attached. Used as part of cock and ball torture within a BDSM relationship, the parachute provides a constant drag, and squeezing effects on the manโ€™s testicles. Moderate weights of 3-5 kg can be suspended, especially during bondage. Smaller weights can be used when the man is free to move, when the swinging effect of the weight can restrict sudden movements, as well as providing a visual stimulus for the dominant partner. Section 4: Humbler A humbler is a BDSM physical restraint device used to restrict the movement of a submissive male participant in a BDSM scene. The humbler consists of a testicle cuff device which clamps around the base of the scrotum, mounted in the center of a bar that passes behind the thighs at the base of the buttocks. This forces the wearer to keep his legs forward, as any attempt to to straighten the legs slightly pulls directly on the scrotum, causing from considerable discomfort to extreme pain. Section 5: Testicle cuff A testicle cuff is a ring-shaped device around the scrotum between the body and the testicles which when closed does not allow the testicles to slide through it. A common type has two connected cuffs, one around the scrotum and the other around the base of the penis. They are just one of many devices to restrain the male genitalia. A standard padlock may also be locked around the scrotum; without the key it cannot be removed. Some passive men enjoy the feeling of being "owned", while dominant individuals enjoy the sense of "owning" their partners. Requiring such a man wear testicle cuffs symbolizes that his sexual organs belong to his partner, who may be either male or female. There is a level of humiliation involved, by which they find sexual arousal. The cuffs may even form part of a sexual fetish of the wearer or his partner. However, these are extreme uses of testicle cuffs. More conventionally, the device pulls down the testicles and keeps them there during stimulation, which has a number of benefits: Making the penis appear longer. Pulling the testicles down and away from the base of the penis stretches the skin over the base of the penis and pubic bone, exposing the additional inch or so of penile shaft that is normally hidden from view. Improving sexual arousal. While some men may be aroused by the feeling of being "owned", the physical feeling of stretching the ligaments that suspend the testicles has an effect similar to the more common practice of stretching one's legs and pointing the toes. Preventing the testicles from lifting up so far that they become lodged under the skin immediately adjacent to the base of the penis, a condition which can be very uncomfortable, especially if the testicle is then squashed by the slap of skin during thrusting in sexual intercourse. Delaying or intensifying ejaculation by preventing the testicles from rising normally to the "point of no return". It is much harder to reach an orgasm8=โœŠ๐Ÿป=D๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ‘…
" remember โ€” no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason โ€” one should never poke fun at death. " as the directshe picked up her bag. everything she ever wanted to see again was on the fate of her journey to wuwang hill. yet, also the time when she bid farewell to her grandfather. it was just her, with liyue's moonlight glowing to illuminate the path through the hill. as the time passed, one reached the " border ". thus, this is one's place where sacrifices were made, the place where it separates life and death. herself, she thinks of it the last time to part the soul of her late grandfather. for two days, she kept holding onto hope. but hope itself let her down, as she finally arrived at her destination, her grandfather was not to be seen. she wandered through weeping souls, through the darkness that remained silent, but no sight of her grandfather. at that moment, in exhaustion, she closed her eyes for a sleep. awaken in the next day, to be seen with lone souls around her clapping and jeering: - " silly girl, why would old hu be here in all places ? " the realizations struck to her. her grandfather's soul held no grief, and is to be passed on peacefully. she smiled to herself, as she settled back. " in the darkest of times, always live your life to the fullest. " as she walked back to wangsheng, a feeling of relief was exhaled by her breath. " farewell, grandfather. "
Joe and Donald were sworn enemies. Every day for years, they kept plotting and plotting the other's downfall. Until the fateful day of July 13th, 2024, when Donald became the plot of an abhorrent assassination plot. And on that day, during the Trump rally in Pennsylvania, bang! An attack! Before he knew it, Donald had been shot in the ear by his assassin, Skibidi Toilet... Alas, all turned out fine in the end. And the news started spreading all throughout the States and across the world like wildfire. And soon as he heard the news, the current President of the United States, Joe Biden, was enraged. How dare they try to assassinate his long-time rival?! He called him instantly. "Trump! What happened? I'm coming over now!" He furiously slammed the phone back into its cradle as he stormed out of the White House, red in the face and fuming. Brushing past security, the hospital staff, and barging down the hospital room door, he finally saw his rival- weak on the hospital bed with a clot of blood leaking through the bandages on his head. "Trump!"
My first Warriors Fanfic piece: written on 11/28/24 DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT ASKING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Greenkit lay curled up in her nest, but sleep refused to visit her. She yawned and stretched, but her eyes remained stubbornly open as she gazed up at the stars twinkling through the den entrance. She tried counting them, but she lost track after the first dozen. She tried closing her eyes and picturing a warm, cozy place, but all she could see was the darkness around her, and the silhouettes of her slumbering littermates. She was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and she couldn't help but let out a pitiful mew. Sootcloud, Greenkit's father, heard her cry from the other side of the nursery den and padded over to her. "What's wrong, my little one?" he asked tenderly. "I can't go to sleep, Dada," Greenkit replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've tried everything I can think of, but sleep won't come." Sootcloud smiled knowingly and sat down beside her. "Ah, I remember those nights," he said. "When I was just a kit, I used to have the same trouble. But I learned a trick that always put me to sleep." Greenkit's ears perked up. "What trick?" she asked eagerly, her stubby ginger tabby tail swishing. Sootcloud licked her forehead affectionately. "I sing," he said simply. โ€œI sing just like my mother did. I sing, just like the Sisters.โ€ Greenkit rolled her eyes. "Daddy, I know you're a great singer, but I doubt that will work." Sootcloud chuckled. "Not just any song, my dear. A very special one, a song about the wonders of the night and the mystery of the northern wind." Greenkit looked at him skeptically. "I don't know that I've ever heard that one." "Of course, you have," Sootcloud said. "It's the song I always sang to you when you were just a tiny kit, remember?" Greenkit thought for a moment, and then she nodded. "Oh, that song! I love that one." "Good," Sootcloud said, and began to sing softly: "Hush, little one What do you hear? The wolf's howl deep in the forest, And the foxes' yowl in search of food. The owl screeches as she flies above, A symphony of sounds, all sung in nocturnal rhyme. But don't be afraid, dear For the night is a friend She covers our fur with her dark pelt, She wraps us in her stealthy embrace. With peaceful darkness, a calm, gentle wind The northern wind whispers in the trees Its chilly breath, the midnight breeze Feel how the wind blows through your bones! See the treetops shake and shiver...! So, close your eyes, and let dreams take flight. As you drift off to sleep in the beauty of the night. For the stars will shine and the moon will glow And the wonders of the night will forever call. The wolf howls through the forest. He wants to but cannot rest. His pack is hungry, and itโ€™s cold in their den. The north wind ruffles his fur as it brings the scent of prey. The wolf raises his savage head, ready for the kill. Hush now, little holly berry, sweet slumber to thee May the mysteries of the night be yours to see The northern wind has tales to tell, of lands beyond where spirits dwell. Mysterious and unknown to all Yet the wind remembers themโ€ฆas the leaves fallโ€ฆโ€ Greenkit felt her eyes start to droop as her father's voice wrapped her in a warm sense. She snuggled down into her nest, feeling the rhythm of the song like a lullaby. The words were like a story, a tale of mystery and beauty that captured her imagination. Gradually, she felt herself drifting off, the edges of sleep tugging at her mind. Sootcloud lowered his voice, slowing the tempo of the song, until he was hardly singing at all. His eyes were closed, and Greenkit couldn't tell if he was still singing or not. She lay there for a moment, listening to the silence, and then glanced up at her father. Sootcloud's eyes were open, and she could see the moon reflected in them. He smiled down at her, his face touched by the light of the stars. Greenkit smiled back, feeling her eyelids drift shut. The last thing she heard was her father's voice, soft and gentle as a breeze, singing to her of night and wonder and the mystery of the world beyond. And then she slept, peaceful and content, dreaming of all the amazing things the nighttime held.
yโ€™all.. stop being so sensitive over nsfw on this. yes i agree they shouldmt have it on a emoji website but blud its the parentโ€™s fault if the kids see it. - sage
Pony High Written by @vanessathebaconhater on YouTube. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [Scene 1, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle and Spike] (Twilight retreats to her library after running the Flim Flam brothers out of Ponyville with Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Pinkie Pie sees Twilight in her library and decides to come in to ask her some questions about the racket at Sweet Apple Acres) Twilight: *sighs and flips through her book, ๐˜—๐˜ฉ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ Parallel Universes* Pinkie: *quickly barges in through the open door, making a loud sound* Twilight: PINKIE! Pinkie: Whaaaat? It was open! Twilight: CAN'T YOU KNOCK?! Pinkie: Sorry... Heehee... I wanted to tell you something! Twilight: What is it, Pinkie? Pinkie: Applejack wanted to celebrate a sleep over at her place for running the who...? Ugghh... The flimmer flamities! She was wondering if you come at like 8 PM. Just the 6 of us. Personally. Twilight: Yeah, sure I'll come. But do you not remember their names? Pinkie: No. I just grabbed all the cider I could and went home but when I went home I got a really bad cough! So that's why I couldn't come back. I really wish I could. Twilight: Oh, Flim and Flam. Pinkie: What did they do? ๐˜›๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ. Pinkie: Hey! Whatcha reading?! Twilight: Nothing, just some physics. Pinkie: Oh, well aren't you going to tell me what they did? Twilight: Maybe at the sleepover? Pinkie: Pleeeaaase? With a cherry on toooop? Twilight: Okay fine... Pinkie: Were they cute? Twilight: What kind of question is that? Pinkie: C'mon! Tell me. Twilight: Flam really caught my eye. Pinkie: The one with the mustache? Twilight: Yeah... Promise you'll keep this a secret ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ Twilight: He gave me a rose, before he and Flim competed for the Ponyville Cider Supply. Wait a minute... Pinkie: Oooooo! Twilight: How did you know one of them had a mustache? Pinkie: Silly, I watched you! I saw everything. Twilight: Uhm... Please dont tell anyone. Please. Pinkie: I promise! Pinkie promise!! Twilight: Okay. Thanks, I need to study now. Pinkie: Okie dokie loki! Twilight: ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ Hahaha... Pinkie you're sooo random...Ha. Pinkie: Well I'll be going now! Bye Twi! Twi bye!! Twilight: Bye. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ Twilight: ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ OH MY GOSH! SPIIIIIIKE!!! Spike: It's like this everyday. Can't you keep your voice down? Twilight: No I can't! Pinkie KNOWS. Spike: About your crush? Twilight: Yeah. She pinkie promised she wouldn't tell AJ. Spike: Well if she pinkie promises, that means she won't tell her! She risked her life once for a pinkie promise. Twilight: Okay, okay ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ด I'm coming to Applejack's sleepover, at the barn, with my friends, we're going to eat apple pie, do each other's hair, everything is going to be ALRIGHT. Spike: If that's what you want. You can go. Twilight: Pack my bags. Spike: Ugh... -------------------------------------------------------------------- After the happenings of the first arrival of the Flim Flam brothers, Twilight falls in love with Flam. Pinkie asks her to go to a mane six celebration sleepover for ridding Flim and Flam out of town. The six of them play several board games including classic ๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. Twilight gets dared to jump off of a tree and goes comatose. She then wakes up to see herself in another universe where everything takes event in her old high school, with her old friends and is under the influence that she has time travelled or fell into a time rip. Twiflam! ยฉ Creative Commons Use tag "vanessathebaconhater" or "pony high' for moaaar!!
" remember โ€” no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason โ€” one should never poke fun at death. " the director picked up her bag. everything she ever wanted to see again was on the fate of her journey to wuwang hill. yet, also the time when she bid farewell to her grandfather. it was just her, with liyue's moonlight glowing to illuminate the path through the hill. as the time passed, one reached the " border ". thus, this is one's place where sacrifices were made, the place where it separates life and death. herself, she thinks of it the last time to part the soul of her late grandfather. for two days, she kept holding onto hope. but hope itself let her down, as she finally arrived at her destination, her grandfather was not to be seen. she wandered through weeping souls, through the darkness that remained silent, but no sight of her grandfather. at that moment, in exhaustion, she closed her eyes for a sleep. awaken in the next day, to be seen with lone souls around her clapping and jeering: - " silly girl, why would old hu be here in all places ? " the realizations struck to her. her grandfather's soul held no grief, and is to be passed on peacefully. she smiled to herself, as she settled back. " in the darkest of times, always live your life to the fullest. " as she walked back to wangsheng, a feeling of relief was exhaled by her breath. " farewell, grandfather. "
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hey guyss im back w/ a fanfic of ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ and ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ so here it isss.แŸ ( โ€ข ฬ€ฯ‰โ€ขฬ )โœง part 1.แŸ.แŸ โ™ก ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“โ€™s pov โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“ the car sped past the prettiest pink blooms of spring as ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ was driving to school. ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ she reached for her phone to see who the text was from. it was her bf.. things werent really going as well for her and her bf at the moment. she read the text, ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ? ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ€ paused for a second.. did she really want to? after another few seconds she typed, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ค ๐˜ฎ๐˜ญ!! ๐Ÿ’• ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€โ€™s pov โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ was at school, chatting with her friends ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿชป, and tofuu๐Ÿ’ค (yes im doing a ref to them๐Ÿคญ) โ€œhey ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€, didja know we have a history test today?โ€ ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿชป asked. โ€œoh shit what we have a test today?โ€ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ replied. tofuu๐Ÿ’ค exchanged glances with ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿชป and they both smirked. โ€œofc you didnt study.โ€ tofuu๐Ÿ’ค grinned. ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ rolled her eyes, โ€œwhatever, not like its gonna be ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ hard.โ€ ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿชป suddenly said, โ€œtofuu๐Ÿ’ค, we have to go, we forgot to give ms. lotus her books back!โ€ tofuu๐Ÿ’ค ran with ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿชป without saying a word. ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ? ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ watched a girl run past her, ๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณโ€ฆ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“โ€™s pov โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“ ๐™ค๐™ข๐™œ ๐™ž๐™ข ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™—๐™š ๐™ก๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ข ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™—๐™š ๐™ก๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™š! she rushed to the courtyard, at the sight of her bf, she gave him a weak smile. โ€œhi, love..โ€ her bf responded โ€œhey ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“.โ€ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ blushed, she forgot how she liked how her bf said her name. โ€œso why did you call me here?โ€ she asked. โ€œoh well about thatโ€ฆโ€ her bf trailed off, looking away. โ€œi dont think we should be tg anymore..โ€ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ froze, stunned. โ€œwhat do you mean..?โ€ her bf sighed, โ€œi fell out of love, i dont feel anything for you anymore, im sorry.โ€ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ felt her eyes tear up, โ€œnono.. we could work something out, i know we both still love each other.. please!โ€ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ stood there in disbelief, ๐˜ช ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.. ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ ran away, tears silently streaming down her face, her broken heart destroyed. ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€โ€™s pov โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“โŒ“ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ was watching the whole thing, she ran after the girl. when she got there, she stared at her, just sitting there crying in the bathroom. โ€œhey, what happened?โ€ she asked, touching the girlโ€™s shoulder. โ€œi.. why would i tell you?!โ€ she responded back. ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป, ๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ.. โ€œwell clearly you need someone to talk to.โ€ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ responded back. โ€œwell my bf just broke up with meโ€ฆโ€ the girl choked and broke off into tears again. โ€œwell now why the hell would he do that? you seem so nice.โ€ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ responded. โ€œi cant believe im venting to someone who doesnt even know my nameโ€ฆโ€ the girl mumbled. โ€œwell what is it then?โ€ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ asked. โ€œ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“.โ€ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ smiled, โ€œthats a pretty name!โ€ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ looked away, her face kind of pink at the compliment. ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข โ€œoh one sec ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“, i gotta take this call..โ€ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€ฆ PART 2 COMING SOON GUYSSS USE TAG ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŽ€ SINCE ITS THEIR FANKID AND LIKE IT SO THEY BOTH CAN SEE ITTT TY FOR READING THIS FARRR ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘…
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