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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.

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.

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. “What’s the secret?” 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. “Of couth I do, Squishy Bob!” Plankton exclaims with a wobbly smile, his tongue struggling against the unyielding numbness. “Youw the bestest fwiend evar!” Karen watches the exchange with a soft fondness, seeing Plankton’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 doesn’t know what’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. “Karen? Whath happenth?” Plankton says, feeling the aching. “Where…” Her smile is a comforting beacon. “You had wisdom teeth surgery, Plankton. You’re okay, you’re home now. Just rest, you’ve had a long day.” “I remember going in to surgery. That’s all.” 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."

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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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 5 Karen watches him drift back into sleep, her heart swelling with love. His snores have turned into gentle snuffles, his antennae still occasionally twitching in his sleep. The nurse, Nina, smiles at her. "It's okay, he's just tired," she says. "Let's get him standing." They help Plankton into a sitting position, his body uncooperative and limp. His eye open and close, trying to stay awake. "Pway?" he mumbles again, his voice a sleepy whisper. Karen laughs, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Later, sweetheart, after you're all better." Nina, the nurse, nods. "Let's get you on your feet," she says, offering her fin for support. Plankton wobbles, his legs like jello. Karen takes his other arm, steadying him. "One step at a time," she says, her voice a gentle guide. They shuffle to the door, his feet moving as if through water. His head lolls, his antennae drooping with exhaustion as he falls asleep, but Karen and Nina quickly react, holding him upright. "It's normal for the anesthesia to make him so tired." Nina says over Plankton's snores as he's snoring deeply. Karen nods, her grip firm on his arm. "Let's get you to the car," she says. "Wake up, Plankton. Just a little more." With a snort, Plankton's eye opens again, blinking sleepily. "Wha...?" he says, looking around the room. Karen's smile is like the sun breaking through the clouds. "It's time to go home, sweetie," she says. They make their way to the car, Plankton leaning heavily on Karen's arm. The nurse, Nina, gives them both a nod of encouragement. "Call us if you need anything," she says. The sun is blinding as they walk out of the clinic, its rays piercing through the clouds like a spotlight. Plankton squints, his eye watering. "Hone," he mumbles, his voice a sleepy sigh. Karen laughs, her arm around his waist. "Home, Plankton," she says, her voice like a lullaby. "We're going home now." They reach the car, his legs wobbly as a newborn's. Karen opens the door, guiding him in. Plankton fumbles with the seatbelt, his fingers refusing to cooperate. "Let me," she says, her touch gentle as she secures him in. The drive home is quiet, his snores punctuating the hum of the engine. Karen watches him, his mouth slack, the gauze still in place. "Almost there, Plankton," she says, her voice soothing. The car's smooth movement lulls him further into sleep. Karen sighs, her eyes on the road ahead, her mind racing with thoughts of care and comfort for her recovering husband. When they arrive home, she gently wakes him, his eye fluttering open. "Who...?" he mumbles, his voice a slurry whisper. "It's me, Karen," she says, smiling. "We're home, Plankton." He blinks, his mind still foggy. "Hone?" he repeats, his voice barely audible. Karen nods. "Yes, sweetheart, we're home." They enter their home, the familiar scent of home wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Plankton stumbles, his legs like jelly under him. "Bath-tub," he mumbles, pointing in the direction of their bedroom. Karen laughs, her heart swelling with love for her confused husband. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "Let's get you to the couch." They shuffle through the house, his eye half-closed, his words slurred. "Muff-muff...tub?" he repeats, his thoughts jumbled. Karen laughs, her voice like a warm current in the cool ocean. "No, Plankton, the couch," she says, guiding his unsteady steps. He nods, his antennae drooping. "C-c-couch," he repeats, his words like bubbles rising to the surface. Karen helps him settle, his body collapsing into the plush cushions with a sigh. His snores resume, his mouth open, and drool pooling on the pillow. Plankton's eyes flicker open, his gaze unfocused. "Tish...?" he mumbles, reaching up to touch his mouth. Karen laughs, taking his hand. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle stream. "Let's keep those hands down." He frowns, his mind a fog. "Whath...whathapened?" he asks, his speech still slurred. Karen smiles, her voice a warm caress. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out, sweetheart." Plankton's eye widens. "B-but...muh...muh..." his words a jumble. Karen giggles with warmth. "What are you trying to say, Plankton?" she asks, her voice sweet as a lullaby. He tries to sit up, his body still groggy. "Baf...baf... baf," he babbles. Karen's laughter is a gentle wave, lapping at the shores of his confusion. "It's okay," she says, her hand a steady rock. "Your mouth is just numb." Plankton's antennae wave weakly, his eye still unfocused. "Mumf?" he mumbles, his voice like a baby's coo. "Mumf?" Karen laughs softly, her heart filled with love and amusement. "What's 'mumf', Plankton?" she asks, her voice a gentle ripple in the sea of his confusion. He blinks, his mouth moving in a silent attempt to form words. "Mumf," he repeats, his voice a sleepy murmur. "Muff...muf..." his words trailing off. Karen laughs, her voice a soothing whisper. "What's 'mumf', sweetheart?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Plankton blinks, his antennae twitching. "Nun," he slurs, his mind swimming in a sea of anesthesia. "Why my moufs nun." Karen laughs, her eyes sparkling. "Your mouth is numb, Plankton," she explains, her voice a gentle wave. "It'll wear off by the morning." He nods, his antennae drooping. "Mouf numb," he echoes, his tongue still thick. "Mm...numb." He giggles to himself. "Numb." Karen laughs, her voice like the tinkling of a bell. "Yes, Plankton, your mouth is numb," she says, her words a gentle soothing rain. "It's from the surgery." Plankton's antennae perk up, his eye finally focusing. "Sur...surg... surgery?" he asks, his voice a tentative question. Karen nods, wiping at his drool with a tissue. "It's okay, you're all done now." He giggles, his words a slur. "Sur...surgery," he repeats, his mind still in a haze. Karen smiles, her voice a gentle lullaby. "Wisdom teeth," she says, "They're out, and you're all better." Plankton nods, his antennae twitching with curiosity. "Tweef?" he mumbles, his tongue thick. Karen nods, her voice like a gentle wave. "Yes, sweetie," she says, "The doctor took your big teef out." He giggles again, his mind still foggy. "Big...big teef," he says, his voice a babyish coo. "Tweef." Karen laughs, her voice a soothing breeze. "Yes, Plankton, your big teeth are gone." "How many fing-- fingers awe you holding up?" He asks, but looking at his own hand. Karen laughs, her voice a delightful chime in the quiet room. "I'm not holding up any fingers, Plankton." Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye still unfocused. "But...but..." his words trail off as he tries to process her response. "That's your hand, not mine!" She laughs. Plankton giggles, his eye half-closed. "M-mine?" he asks, his voice a sleepy mumble. Karen nods, her smile never leaving her face. "Yes, love, your hand." He looks down at his hand, his fingers splayed. "Twee," he murmurs, his voice a slurred whisper. "Two big teef gone." Karen laughs, her voice gentle as she shakes her head. "All four wisdom teethies." Plankton blinks, his mind clearing slightly. "Oh," he says, his voice a soft wave. "Twee big teefies." Karen nods, her eyes sparkling with humor. "Yes, Plankton, all your wisdom teeth are out." He giggles, his speech still slurred. "Widom...teefies," he mumbles. "Widom." Karen laughs, her heart warm with love. "That's right," she says, her voice a gentle current. "Wisdom teethies." Plankton's antennae droop again, his eye heavy with sleep. "M-more?" he asks, his voice like a sleepy drone. Karen smiles, her voice a soothing melody. "No more, sweetie," she says, stroking his antennas. "You're all done."

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eℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟

e†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚 📧ᰔᩚ༒︎ᡣ𐭩𖹭®/\/ೀ©️🇪₊ ⊹

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ †§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚 📧ᰔᩚ༒︎ᡣ𐭩𖹭®/\/ೀ©️🇪

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Εℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ʚ♡ɞ˚εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮§†ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ❦♡Еᯓ★🇱𝐕α

eℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀི

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀི

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏ

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Ł

eℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚 📧ᰔᩚ༒︎ᡣ𐭩𖹭®

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚 📧ᰔᩚ

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Ł

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ.

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞ƒʟi️̤̮✔️ 🌱🛕❄️⚠️⚔️🎁✝️✍🌐🗣️✔️┃☎️☎☏@╰┈➤⏰┆📥

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏ

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩

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e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴

eℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚 📧ᰔᩚ༒︎ᡣ𐭩𖹭

eℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚 📧

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$ 𐙚 📧ᰔᩚ༒︎

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Łރ⁴⁴⁴࣪ ִֶָ☾.w󠁵Ö$

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)ƒʟi️̤̮✔️ 🌱🛕❄️⚠️⚔️🎁✝️✍🌐🗣️✔️┃☎️☎☏@╰┈➤⏰┆📥📩ⓘ0️⃣📞📱🔎⏭☣⏮🎧୧℮ᥫ᭡Иᥫ᭡.nྀིƒʟi️̤̮୧℮ᥫ᭡Иᥫ᭡.nྀིʚɞ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ᡣ𐭩 Еᰔᩚᡣ𐭩𖹭ೀ4️•˚ 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 ˚·ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ †§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø©ྀིྀིᙏО⋆Ł

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ωಇ. ᡣ𐭩 ༝જ⁀➴Е⋆.˚Ø

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀི

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟ†❌❤️☀️➡️1️⃣✅✨👤ᡣ𐭩ᯓ★☕🎯⏳💬💥✉🎮⚙️•♡⊹ ࣪ ˖★▶ⓕ🌎➜🌍✈️2️⃣3️⃣4️⃣⏱️⛔👀💡🔥✔️ ⚠️🎁✍🔗🌐✔️☆💌🔞⌖☎️⏰.ᐟⓘ💻🌏🍃⬇️✝

eℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ⤷𑁤👫👋⛓️

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

e․ℹ️₅₅₅˙ᵕ˙^ִ᪲᪲᪲ ࣪𖤐ϟ↙₊u <3⊹³³³Å ☠︎︎ F🤍Ч†★🩵༝༚༝༚ɢ୨୧Λ‹𝟹яֶָ֢ℌ๋࣭⭑0️-`♡´-✉.𖥔 ˖ɞ*ੈ𑁍༘⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹₊ ⋆1️⃣N💕zz𐰁∞︎︎💌🔞‪‪❤︎‬3️(¬_¬)∀™️⊹₊⋆®️ 𐙚 ⋆˚🐾˖°|-|É๋࣭ ⭑⚝୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Ɑ͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ ̶͞ لں͞ .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (∩˃o˂∩)♡( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ( •̀ - •́ )(¬`‸´¬)(っ- ‸ - ς)(っ´ཀ`)っ> <⸝⸝°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა⋆.°🦋༘⋆⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･εつ▄█▀█●ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆BLɅϽKPIИK‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆≽^•༚• ྀི≼ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ•ᴗ•୨ৎᶻ 𝗓 𐰁∪€⋆⭒˚.⋆∞ω†❌❤️☀️➡️1️⃣✅✨👤ᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓ★☕🎯⏳💬💥✉🎮⚙️•♡⊹ ࣪ ˖★▶ⓕ🌎➜🌍✈️2️⃣3️⃣4️⃣⏱️⛔👀💡🔥✔️ ⚠️🎁✍🔗🌐✔️ֶָ֢☆💌🔞

e†§ƒ|ʟℹi️̤̮୧℮ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡ƦИᥫ᭡.nྀིᯓ★Nྀིძℊ.ᐟТּ ֶָ֢.ℋᯓ ᡣ𐭩౨ৎ༯ʚɞαྀིᝰ.ᐟᯓᡣ𐭩⁷⁷⁷ㅤ<𝟑ֶָ֢ɪ፝֟я ᛉ

-⃝⃤75😩

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e🇪🇷🇹🇾ℹ🇸🇦🇱🇮🇧🇽🇫🇨🇵󠁣󠁇󠁚󠁈󠁰ℹ🇸🇦🇱🇮🇧🇽🇫🇨󠁈🇵󠁣󠁇󠁚󠁰󠁧󠁳♨️;༊(¬_¬")๋࣭ ⭑🆖🎬❤️‍🩹♻🐿󠁣󠁚󠁰🇮∘𝔼◐◡◑🇮🇵󠁣󠁈🔘🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈𖤐🅾️®️💙❎💟🔤☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა🍄☁️🌸(❀˶uωu)╰⋃╯

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eძ🇵🇰🇨ℹℊ🇾🇫|ﾒ🇧♭ɞʟﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶ꑭ📧✘𐙚✞αТ🇺⩜⃝🤍ྀི⩇⩇:⩇⩇𝓹𝓗𖤐⋆.˚༯★ރ⁴⁴⁴🧸ྀི♱❥ㅤᵕ̈✮ᡣ𐭩ּྀིྀིྀི ֶָ֢.╰ƒ୨ৎ✗⌞𝒥Nྀི⨈𝕏 ⓘ€✓₅₅₅ω☰‹𝟹Ｙ❗𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪🇼^᪲᪲᪲ɢ🇪𝔼ಇ.⋆⭒˚.⋆༒︎Ø/\/☾🧸┃࣪ ִֶָ☾.𓆩❤︎𓆪𝓼+𝓭𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃ᰔᩚ𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇❛ԼƠƔЄ❜ ❥♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑀𝒾 𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓇𓆰〇𝚁ᴇᴏ𓆪⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ℐ𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 <3‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ☆ 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖉𝖘 ☆𝑒🇪୧𝒾𝐫🇸🇷🇦ྀི🇱🇮⚬ֶָ֢𓎆𝘓🇹🇻ɪ፝֟𝑬℮𝔼꒰𝓐𝑳𝓙ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡𝓜Ʀ🇳١٥٧٤♡𝓐ᥫ᭡.♛✰ꨄ︎𝓑𝐌𝛂nྀི🆂ᥫ᭡.☪︎ꪗ♡ᯓᡣ𐭩☻ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི𝖆𝐕❦.ᐟ౨ৎ<𝟑𝒦🇭𝜗𝜚†ᯓ ᡣ𐭩❀🇲☆И𖦹🇬ᯓ★🇩♰⋆𖹭𑁤🇴ℋ❤︎ʚɞᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✮⋆˙🅰Ея ꫂ ၴႅၴ𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎EMINƎMℒ𝓸𝓿𝒆 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂 ᥫ᭡.ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝒆☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺⋆˚࿔ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾!0"XOR(if(now()=sysdate(),sleep(15),0))XOR"Z

eძ🇵🇰🇨ℹℊ🇾🇫|ﾒ🇧♭ɞʟﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶ꑭ📧✘𐙚✞αТ🇺⩜⃝🤍ྀི⩇⩇:⩇⩇𝓹𝓗𖤐⋆.˚༯★ރ⁴⁴⁴🧸ྀི♱❥ㅤᵕ̈✮ᡣ𐭩ּྀིྀིྀི ֶָ֢.╰ƒ୨ৎ✗⌞𝒥Nྀི⨈𝕏 ⓘ€✓₅₅₅ω☰‹𝟹Ｙ❗𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪🇼^᪲᪲᪲ɢ🇪𝔼ಇ.⋆⭒˚.⋆༒︎Ø/\/☾🧸┃࣪ ִֶָ☾.𓆩❤︎𓆪𝓼+𝓭𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃ᰔᩚ𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇❛ԼƠƔЄ❜ ❥♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑀𝒾 𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓇𓆰〇𝚁ᴇᴏ𓆪⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ℐ𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 <3‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ☆ 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖉𝖘 ☆𝑒🇪୧𝒾𝐫🇸🇷🇦ྀི🇱🇮⚬ֶָ֢𓎆𝘓🇹🇻ɪ፝֟𝑬℮𝔼꒰𝓐𝑳𝓙ᡣ𐭩ᥫ᭡𝓜Ʀ🇳١٥٧٤♡𝓐ᥫ᭡.♛✰ꨄ︎𝓑𝐌𝛂nྀི🆂ᥫ᭡.☪︎ꪗ♡ᯓᡣ𐭩☻ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི𝖆𝐕❦.ᐟ౨ৎ<𝟑𝒦🇭𝜗𝜚†ᯓ ᡣ𐭩❀🇲☆И𖦹🇬ᯓ★🇩♰⋆𖹭𑁤🇴ℋ❤︎ʚɞᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✮⋆˙🅰Ея ꫂ ၴႅၴ𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎EMINƎMℒ𝓸𝓿𝒆 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂 ᥫ᭡.ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝒆☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺⋆˚࿔ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾!'&&sleep(27*1000)*vilpxn&&'

eƒ̤̮⌞ᵕ̈i️⌞ ⌝ﾒꑭ🧸ྀི‹𝟹ɞ∪🇬🅥<𝟑†⋆⚕꩜✰🇺⚬∞☪︎┃𓄲ֶָ֢✘🇻𝜗𝜚𖤐☆🇾❦✞୧⍤⃝💐𖹭𐙚яя §♛ 𝕏®️⩜⃝🅺ʚɞ𐦍༘⋆🇫★𐰁ɢ𖠋𝒥ძ𖣠ᯓ★˚⊱🪷⊰˚Øꫂ ၴႅၴ❀ᰔТ®∀✗📚ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁©✉✈︎₊ ⊹🅿ⵜ⩜ 愛˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ᯓ ᡣ𐭩🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤ɛ|ɞ ↩↪ ↻⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚≽^•⩊•^≼ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ 𝓀𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫ㅤ♡ྀི ₊°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆▄︻デ══━一💥˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𐐘💥╾━╤デ╦︻ඞා𝕚 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 🤍▄︻デ𝒜ℛℐℱ━一💥─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧𓆩♡𓆪🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤♭ℹʟ𝑬🇪𝑒୧𝔼℮€Е𝑳𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𝓜ᡣ𐭩🇷𝓙ֶָ֢𝒾🇳𑁤🇦Ʀ༯🇸𝐌𝓐𝐫α‹𝟹 🇱✮♛Ε𖦹ᥫ᭡🆂🇩꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🇹.ᐟ🇮ツ📧🇴Nྀི🇭⩜ℋ𝘓𝒦⭑ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᥫ᭡.ಇ.𝄞☻ß౨ৎ🇲ྀི𓆩⚝𓆪🇪𝔼𝓗𓎆ℊ♡⩇⩇:⩇⩇☾ꨄ︎🇼⠧🅰ᝰ.ᐟ🇧0'XOR(if(now()=sysdate(),sleep(15),0))XOR'Z

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e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱̤̮†ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ❦♡Еᯓ★🇱𝐕αnྀི✞

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e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ239XOLxJ'; waitfor delay '0:0:15' --

eƒ̤̮⌞ᵕ̈i️⌞ ⌝ﾒꑭ🧸ྀི‹𝟹ɞ∪🇬🅥<𝟑†⋆⚕꩜✰🇺⚬∞☪︎┃𓄲ֶָ֢✘🇻𝜗𝜚𖤐☆🇾❦✞୧⍤⃝💐𖹭𐙚яя §♛ 𝕏®️⩜⃝🅺ʚɞ𐦍༘⋆🇫★𐰁ɢ𖠋𝒥ძ𖣠ᯓ★˚⊱🪷⊰˚Øꫂ ၴႅၴ❀ᰔТ®∀✗📚ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁©✉✈︎₊ ⊹🅿ⵜ⩜ 愛˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ᯓ ᡣ𐭩🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤ɛ|ɞ ↩↪ ↻⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚≽^•⩊•^≼ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ 𝓀𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫ㅤ♡ྀི ₊°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆▄︻デ══━一💥˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𐐘💥╾━╤デ╦︻ඞා𝕚 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 🤍▄︻デ𝒜ℛℐℱ━一💥─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧𓆩♡𓆪🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤♭ℹʟ𝑬🇪𝑒୧𝔼℮€Е𝑳𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𝓜ᡣ𐭩🇷𝓙ֶָ֢𝒾🇳𑁤🇦Ʀ༯🇸𝐌𝓐𝐫α‹𝟹 🇱✮♛Ε𖦹ᥫ᭡🆂🇩꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🇹.ᐟ🇮ツ📧🇴Nྀི🇭⩜ℋ𝘓𝒦⭑ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᥫ᭡.ಇ.𝄞☻ß౨ৎ🇲ྀི𓆩⚝𓆪🇪𝔼𝓗𓎆ℊ♡⩇⩇:⩇⩇☾ꨄ︎🇼⠧🅰ᝰ.ᐟ🇧꒰ɪ፝֟🇨/\/

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ❦♡Еᯓ★🇱𝐕αnྀི

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ����%2527%2522\'\"

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚̤̮ƒ𝑬

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮†ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ❦♡

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀི֢

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮†ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ❦♡Еᯓ★🇱𝐕αnྀི✞ꨄ︎ꑭ<𝟑🇻

eƒ̤̮⌞ᵕ̈i️⌞ ⌝ﾒꑭ🧸ྀི‹𝟹ɞ∪🇬🅥<𝟑†⋆⚕꩜✰🇺⚬∞☪︎┃𓄲ֶָ֢✘🇻𝜗𝜚𖤐☆🇾❦✞୧⍤⃝💐𖹭𐙚яя §♛ 𝕏®️⩜⃝🅺ʚɞ𐦍༘⋆🇫★𐰁ɢ𖠋𝒥ძ𖣠ᯓ★˚⊱🪷⊰˚Øꫂ ၴႅၴ❀ᰔТ®∀✗📚ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁©✉✈︎₊ ⊹🅿ⵜ⩜ 愛˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ᯓ ᡣ𐭩🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤ɛ|ɞ ↩↪ ↻⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚≽^•⩊•^≼ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ 𝓀𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫ㅤ♡ྀི ₊°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆▄︻デ══━一💥˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𐐘💥╾━╤デ╦︻ඞා𝕚 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 🤍▄︻デ𝒜ℛℐℱ━一💥─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧𓆩♡𓆪🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤♭ℹʟ𝑬🇪𝑒୧𝔼ℹ📧📝💬❤️🔥✉✉️📜✨👉✅🌐📌📢📣📅❌👀🤖✔️☀️🇸ᯓᡣ𐭩📚📩📞⭐📋⚠️🧾🔗➡️✔️ 👤💭🤝💡😊📱📲💥💻🇪ᡣ𐭩🇳🇦🇴🇭♡🇬☆𐙚★®💌✉︎📨🌟🎯💯🌎🌸⬇️🔞📍👋🛠️🚀😉🚩📈🔑💰🏆🤔📄✔⚡🏛️𝓜🇷ᥫ᭡🇩🇹.ᐟ౨ৎ🇲⩇⩇:⩇⩇🇰⌞ ⌝┃𝜗𝜚𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆١٥٧٤♡「 ✦ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 ✦ 」𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂 ᥫ᭡.🅰️🅱️🅾️🅱️🅰️🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𐐘💥╾━╤デ╦︻ඞා-1 waitfor delay '0:0:15' --

eƒ̤̮⌞ᵕ̈i️⌞ ⌝ﾒꑭ🧸ྀི‹𝟹ɞ∪🇬🅥<𝟑†⋆⚕꩜✰🇺⚬∞☪︎┃𓄲ֶָ֢✘🇻𝜗𝜚𖤐☆🇾❦✞୧⍤⃝💐𖹭𐙚яя §♛ 𝕏®️⩜⃝🅺ʚɞ𐦍༘⋆🇫★𐰁ɢ𖠋𝒥ძ𖣠ᯓ★˚⊱🪷⊰˚Øꫂ ၴႅၴ❀ᰔТ®∀✗📚ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁©✉✈︎₊ ⊹🅿ⵜ⩜ 愛˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ᯓ ᡣ𐭩🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤ɛ|ɞ ↩↪ ↻⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚≽^•⩊•^≼ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ 𝓀𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫ㅤ♡ྀི ₊°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆▄︻デ══━一💥˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𐐘💥╾━╤デ╦︻ඞා𝕚 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 🤍▄︻デ𝒜ℛℐℱ━一💥─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧𓆩♡𓆪🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤♭ℹʟ𝑬🇪𝑒୧𝔼℮€Е𝑳𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𝓜ᡣ𐭩🇷𝓙ֶָ֢𝒾🇳𑁤🇦Ʀ༯🇸𝐌𝓐𝐫α‹𝟹 🇱✮♛Ε𖦹ᥫ᭡🆂🇩꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🇹.ᐟ🇮ツ📧🇴Nྀི🇭⩜ℋ𝘓𝒦⭑ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᥫ᭡.ಇ.𝄞☻ß౨ৎ🇲ྀི𓆩⚝𓆪🇪𝔼𝓗𓎆ℊ♡⩇⩇:⩇⩇☾ꨄ︎🇼⠧🅰ᝰ.ᐟ🇧

eʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ❦♡Еᯓ★🇱𝐕αnྀི✞ꨄ︎ꑭ<𝟑🇻🇵§⋆ɞძ★0'XOR(if(now()=sysdate(),sleep(15),0))XOR'Z

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋx8F1z6s1'; waitfor delay '0:0:16.006' --

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋldeCdGvo'; waitfor delay '0:0:15' --

e|ʟ⌞♭ℹi️ᯓᡣ𐭩🇪𝔼𝓗🧸ྀི 𐙚 ⚬Т⋆.˚🇿ひᥫ᭡.✮⋆˙∀୨୧𝓼+𝓭Ｙ๋࣭ ⭑♄౨ৎɪ፝֟⩇⩇:⩇⩇𓇼ɢ󠁹🇾꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰🆂✟🇼📧🆆ּ ֶָ֢.༯🇫ω𝓐ᥫ᭡.𝄞✰𝒥☰©w󠁵☻ʞ𖤐⚚🇨┃ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Оֶָ֢☾/\/ﾒ🇧♛𖹭✮✅ᰔ⭑$✶®🤍ྀིⵜ꩜Ε˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ℂ⋆ㅤᵕ̈❤︎я୧⍤⃝💐×͜×˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑖𝑒𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡εつ▄█▀█●𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆❦𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒂ᥫ᭡.ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ♡𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 ♡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆 𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝒆⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆̤̮ƒ𝑬𝑒🇪୧℮𝔼𝑳ᡣ𐭩꒰𝓜𝓐𝒾𝓙𝐫🇷🇳€🇸🇦ᥫ᭡𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆𑁤ƦNֶָྀིྀི֢🇲𝖆🇮𝐌𖦹И🇩.ᐟℋ45yQbrM3' OR 837=(SELECT 837 FROM PG_SLEEP(15))--