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lol .sᴅɴᴇ ʏʟɪᴍᴀғ ᴘᴍᴜᴅᴍᴜᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ʏʀᴏᴛs ᴇʜᴛ ᴡᴏʜ sɪ sɪʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ .ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀ ᴇʙ ᴏᴛ ᴛғᴇʟ ᴇɴᴏ ᴏɴ sᴀᴡ ᴇʀᴇʜᴛ ʟɪᴛɴᴜ ,ᴅᴇɪᴅ ʟʟᴀ ʏᴇʜᴛ ʟɪᴛɴᴜ ,sᴘᴍᴜᴅᴍᴜᴄ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ ᴏsʟᴀ ᴇʀᴇᴡ ɴᴇʀᴅʟɪʜᴄ ʀɪᴇʜᴛ ,ᴅᴇɪᴅ ʏᴇʜᴛ ʟɪᴛɴᴜ sᴘᴍᴜᴅᴍᴜᴄ sᴀ ᴅᴇsᴜ ᴇʀᴇᴡ ʏᴇʜᴛ ,ʜᴛᴏʙ ᴍᴇʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴋᴄᴜғ sᴛʟᴜᴅᴀ ʀᴇʜᴛᴏ ᴅɴᴀ sᴛɴᴇʀᴀᴘ ʀɪᴇʜᴛ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ,ᴅᴇʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɪᴛ ʜᴛᴏʙ ᴇʀᴇᴡ ʏᴇʜᴛ ᴡᴏɴ ,ᴋᴀᴇʀʙ ᴀ ᴍɪʜ ɢɴɪᴠɪɢ ʀᴏғ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴋɴᴀʜᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜ ғɪ sᴀ , ᴇʟɪᴍs ᴇɢᴜʜ ᴀ ʜᴛɪᴡ sᴇʏᴇ sɪʜ ᴅᴇʟʟᴏʀ ᴇʜ sᴀ ᴅᴇʜᴄʀᴀ ʀᴇʜᴛᴏʀʙ ʏʙᴀʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ʏʟᴅᴜᴏʟ ᴅᴇɴᴀᴏᴍ ᴇʜs sᴀ ʀᴇʜ ғᴏ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴀʟᴜᴄᴀᴊᴇ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜ ,ɢɴɪᴋᴄᴜғ ʟʟɪᴛs sᴀᴡ ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ ʀᴇʜᴛᴏʀʙ ʏʙᴀʙ ᴇʜᴛ ,ɴᴇʀᴅʟɪʜᴄ ɢɴɪᴘᴀʀ ʜᴄᴀᴇ ᴏsʟᴀ ᴇʀᴇᴡ ʏᴇʜᴛ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ,ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʜᴛ ɢɴɪʀᴇᴇʜᴄ ᴇʀᴇᴡ sᴛɴᴇʀᴀᴘ ʀɪᴇʜᴛ ,ʏᴛɪɴɪɢʀɪᴠ sɪʜ ʟʟᴀ ɢɴɪᴋᴀᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs sᴀ sᴘɪʟ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴛɪʙ ,ᴍᴜᴄ ᴅɴᴀ ssɪᴘ ʜᴛɪᴡ ɢɴɪᴡᴏʟғʀᴇᴠᴏ sᴀᴡ ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ,ʜᴄᴜᴍ ᴏᴏᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʀᴜsᴀᴇʟᴘ ᴇʜᴛ ,ɢɴɪɴᴀᴏᴍ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ɢɴɪʏʀᴄ sᴀᴡ ʀᴇʜᴛᴏʀʙ ʏʙᴀʙ ʀᴇʜ ,ᴇᴠᴏʟ ɢɴɪᴋᴀᴍ ᴡᴏɴ ᴇʀᴇᴡ ʏᴇʜᴛ ,ᴅʟᴏᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴇʜs ,ᴅʟɪʜᴄ sʀᴇʜᴛᴏʀʙ ʏʙᴀʙ sɪʜ sᴀʜ ᴇʜs ʟɪᴛɴᴜ ᴍɪʜ ʜᴛɪᴡ ᴇᴠᴏʟ ᴇᴋᴀᴍ ᴏᴛ ᴅʟᴏᴛ sᴡ ᴇʜs ,�� sᴀᴡ ʀᴇʜᴛᴏʀʙ ʏʙᴀʙ ʀᴇʜ ᴅɴᴀ �� ᴅᴇɴʀᴜᴛ ᴇʜs ,ᴅʟᴏ sʀʏ �� sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ʟɪᴛɴᴜ ɴᴇᴘᴘᴀʜ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ sɪʜᴛ ,ᴛɴsᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ᴛᴜʙ ,ᴅᴀᴇᴅ ʏᴅᴀᴇʀʟᴀ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ғɪ sᴀ ,sᴇʏᴇ ʏᴛᴘᴍᴇ ʜᴛɪᴡ miʜ ᴛᴀ ᴇʀᴀᴛs ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ ʟʀɪɢ ʏʙᴀʙ ᴇʜᴛ ,ᴇᴍᴀᴄ ᴇʜ ᴇᴍɪᴛ ᴇʟɢɴɪs ʏʀᴇᴠᴇ ssɪᴘ ᴅɴᴀ ᴍᴜᴄ sɪʜ ᴋɴɪʀᴅ ᴏᴛ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴍᴜᴄ ᴍɪʜ ᴇᴋᴀᴍ ᴅɴᴀ sʟᴀᴛɪɴᴇɢ s'ʀᴇʜᴛᴏʀʙ ʏʙᴀʙ ɴᴡᴏ ʀᴇʜ ʜᴄᴜᴏᴛ ᴏᴛ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴄʀᴏғ ᴇʜ sᴀ ,ɴᴇᴍ ʀᴇʜᴛᴏ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʀᴜsᴀᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴛ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴄʀᴏғ ᴇʜ sᴀ ,ssɪᴘ ᴅɴᴀ ᴍᴜᴄ ɴᴡᴏ ʀᴇʜ ᴋᴄɪʟ ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʜ sᴀ ,ᴋᴄᴏᴄ sɪʜ ᴋᴄᴜs ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ ᴅɴᴀ ssᴀ ᴇʜᴛ ɴɪ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴋᴄᴜғ ᴇʜ sᴀ ,ʀᴇʜᴛᴀғ ɴᴡᴏ ʀᴇʜ ʏʙ ,ᴏᴏᴛ ᴅᴇsᴜ ɢɴɪᴛᴛᴇɢ sᴀᴡ ʏʙᴀʙ ᴅʟᴏ ʜᴛɴᴏᴍ �� ᴀ ᴡᴏɴ .ᴅᴇᴛᴀɴɢᴇʀᴘᴍɪ ʀᴏ ᴅᴇɪᴅ ʟʟᴀ ʏᴇʜᴛ ʟɪᴛɴᴜ ,ᴘᴍᴜᴅᴍᴜᴄ ᴀ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ ᴏsʟᴀ sᴀᴡ ᴏᴛ ʜᴛʀɪʙ ᴇᴠᴀɢ ᴇʜs ɴᴇʀᴅʟɪʜᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴅᴇᴛᴀɴɢᴇʀᴘᴍɪ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ,ᴍᴇʜᴛ ᴇsᴀᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴛ ᴇʟʙᴀ ʀᴇɢɴᴏʟ ᴏɴ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ɴᴇʜᴡ ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴍᴇʜᴛ ʀᴏғ ᴘᴍᴜᴅᴍᴜᴄ ᴀ ᴇᴍᴀᴄᴇʙ ᴇʜs ᴅɴᴀ ,sʀᴀᴇʏ ʀᴏғ ɴᴇᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʀᴜsᴀᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴛ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs .ғᴏ ᴅᴇsᴏᴘsɪᴅ sᴀᴡ ʏᴅᴏʙ s'ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ,ɴᴇᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʀᴜsᴀᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴛ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ sᴀᴡ ᴅɴᴀ ᴍᴏᴏʀ ᴇʜᴛ ᴏᴛ ᴛʜɢᴜᴏʀʙ ɴᴇʜᴛ sᴀᴡ ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʟᴛᴛɪʟ ᴇʜᴛ .ᴅᴀᴇᴅ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜ ʟɪᴛɴᴜ ɴɪᴀɢᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴏ ᴅɴᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀʟᴏɪᴠ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜ sᴀ ɢɴɪᴍᴀᴇʀᴄs ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ,ɴɪᴀᴠ ɴɪ ʟʟᴀ sᴀᴡ ᴛɪ ᴛᴜʙ ,ᴛɪ ɴᴏ ᴇʀᴜsᴀᴇʟᴘ ᴇᴍᴏs ᴛᴇɢ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ ᴇʜs ɢɴɪᴘᴏʜ ,ʀᴏᴏʟғ ᴇʜᴛ ɴᴏ sʟᴀᴛɪɴᴇɢ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇʙʙᴜʀ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴅᴇʙʙᴏʀʜᴛ ᴇʀᴏᴄ ʀᴇʜ ,ssᴇɴsᴜᴏʟᴀᴇᴊ ʜᴛɪᴡ ɢɴɪʀᴇᴠɪᴜǫ ᴛᴜʙ ssᴇʟᴘʟᴇʜ ᴅᴇʜᴄᴛᴀᴡ ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʟᴛᴛɪʟ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ,ᴍɪʜ ғᴏ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ɢɴɪᴍᴍᴜᴄ ғᴏ sɴʀᴜᴛ ɢɴɪᴋᴀᴛ ʜᴄᴀᴇ ,ᴇʟᴏʜssᴀ sɪʜ ғᴏ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ɢɴɪᴛsᴜʀʜᴛ ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ɴᴇᴍ sᴀ ɢɴɪʏʀᴄ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ɢɴɪɴᴀᴏᴍ ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ,ɴᴇᴍ ʀᴏғ ᴘᴍᴜᴅᴍᴜᴄ ᴅʟᴏ ʀʏ �� ɢɴᴜᴏʏ ᴀ ɢɴɪᴍᴏᴄᴇʙ ᴛsᴜᴊ ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴅɴɪᴍ sɪʜ ɢɴɪᴋᴀᴇʀʙ ,ɴᴇᴍ ʏɴᴀᴍ ʏʙ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ,ᴍᴏᴏʀ ᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ᴛᴜᴏ ɴᴇᴋᴀᴛ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ʀᴇᴛғᴀ ,sᴀᴡ ᴇʜ ᴛᴜʙ .ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʙʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ᴛʜɢᴜᴏʜᴛ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜs ,ɢɴɪʜɢᴜᴀʟ ᴅʀᴀᴇʜ sᴀᴡ ᴅɴᴀ ᴍᴏᴏʀ ᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ᴛᴜᴏ ɴᴇᴋᴀᴛ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ sᴀ ᴅᴇᴅᴅᴏɴ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜs ,sɪʜ ᴇʙ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ ᴇʜs ᴛᴀʜᴛ ᴅɪᴀs ɴᴇʜᴛ ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ .ssɪᴘ ᴅɴᴀ ᴍᴜᴄ sʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴘᴜ ᴅᴇʜɢᴜᴏᴄ ᴇʜs sᴀ sʀᴀᴇᴛ ʜᴛɪᴡ ᴅᴇʟʟɪғ sᴇʏᴇ ʀᴇʜ ,ʀᴏᴏʟғ ᴇʜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴅᴇʟʟᴏʀ ᴇʜs sᴀ ʏᴀᴡᴀ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇʜsᴜᴘ ᴅɴᴀ ᴅᴇʜɢᴜᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ .ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴇᴍᴏs ʀᴏғ ɢɴɪʜᴄᴀ ,ᴅᴇʙʙᴏʀʜᴛ ᴇʀᴏᴄ ʀᴇʜ ᴛʟᴇғ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴅɴᴀᴏᴍ ᴇʜs ,ʏʟɢɴɪʟʟɪᴡ ᴛɪ ᴅᴇᴋᴄɪʟ ᴅɴᴀ ᴋᴄᴏᴄ sɪʜ ᴅᴇʟʟᴇᴍs ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʟᴛᴛɪʟ ᴇʜᴛ ,ᴋᴇᴇʜᴄ ʀᴇʜ ɴᴏ ᴋᴄᴏᴄ sɪʜ ɢɴɪʙʙᴜʀ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴛᴀᴘ ᴅɴᴀ sʜɢᴜᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ɢɴɪʜᴄᴛɪᴡᴛ ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ᴋᴄᴏᴄ sɪʜ sᴀ ɴɪʜᴄ sɪʜ ʀᴇᴠᴏ ʟʟᴀ ʟᴏᴏʀᴅ ʜᴛɪᴡ ɢɴɪʟʙᴍᴇʀᴛ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅᴇʜɢᴜᴏᴄ ᴅɴᴀ ᴅᴇʜɢᴜᴏᴄ ᴇʜs sᴀ ʀɪᴀʜ ʀᴇʜ ғᴏ ᴏɢ ᴛᴇʟ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜ ,ᴍɪʜ ғᴏ ᴛᴜᴏ ᴇᴍᴀᴄ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ssɪᴘ ʏʀᴇᴠᴇ ɢɴɪᴋɴɪʀᴅ ʀᴇʜ ᴏᴛ ɢɴɪᴛʟᴜsᴇʀ ,ᴛᴀᴏʀʜᴛ ʀᴇʜ ɴᴡᴏᴅ sʟᴀᴛɪɴᴇɢ sɪʜ ɢɴɪᴄʀᴏғ ʀɪᴀʜ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪʟʟᴜᴘ ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴜʙ ᴅᴇɢɢᴀɢ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜs ,ᴛɪ ɢɴɪᴋɴɪʀᴅ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ᴅᴇᴍᴍᴜᴄ ᴇʜs ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ᴛᴀᴏʀʜᴛ ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴇʜ ,ᴛᴀᴏʀʜᴛ ʀᴇʜ ssᴀᴘ ᴍʀᴀᴡ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴇᴍᴏs ᴛʟᴇғ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴅᴇɴᴀᴏᴍ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜ ,ᴅᴇʟʙᴍᴇʀᴛ ᴇʜ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ʀɪᴀʜ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪʟʟᴜᴘ ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ᴅɴᴀ sᴇsɪᴏɴ ɢɴɪᴋᴀᴍ ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ,ᴛᴀʜᴛ ʀᴇᴛғᴀ ,ᴛɪ ᴅᴇᴋᴄᴜs ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜs ,ᴛɪ ᴋᴄᴜs ᴅɴᴀ sʟᴀᴛɪɴᴇɢ sʏᴏʙ ᴇʟᴛᴛɪʟ ᴇʜᴛ ʜᴄᴜᴏᴛ ᴏᴛ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴄʀᴏғ ᴇʜ ,ᴅᴇᴋᴀɴ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ɴᴇʜᴡ ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴛɴᴅɪᴅ ᴇʜs ғɪ ᴏᴅ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ ᴇʜ ᴛᴀʜᴡ ғᴏ ᴅᴇɪғɪʀʀᴇᴛ ,ᴅɪᴅ ᴇʜs ᴅɴᴀ ᴘɪʀᴛs ᴏᴛ ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʟᴛᴛɪʟ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅʟᴏᴛ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜ ,ᴋᴄɪᴛs ᴇɢᴜʜ sɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ᴛᴜᴏ ᴇᴍᴀᴄ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ɢɴɪʜᴛ ᴇʜᴛ ʏʟʙɪssᴏᴘ ,ᴇᴄᴀғ sɪʜ ɴᴏ ᴇᴛɪʜᴡ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴇᴍᴏs ʜᴛɪᴡ ᴅᴇᴋᴀɴ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴇʜs ᴅɴᴀ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇʟʟᴜᴘ ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴜʙ ,ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴛɪsᴇʜ ᴛᴜʙ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ᴏɢ ᴏᴛ ɢɴɪᴏɢ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ,ʀᴏᴏᴅ ᴀ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ɢɴɪᴏɢ ᴍᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ᴏᴡᴛ ᴇʜᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴇʜs ,ᴏᴡᴛ ᴇʜᴛ sᴅʀᴀᴡᴏᴛ sᴅʀᴀᴡᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴇᴡ ᴇʜs ᴛᴜʙ ᴅᴇʀᴀᴄs ᴛʟᴇғ ᴇʜs ,ᴅʟᴏ sʀʏ �� ʏʟʙᴀʙᴏʀᴘ ʏᴇʟʟᴀ ᴇʜᴛ ᴏᴛ ʏᴏʙ ᴇʜᴛ ɢɴɪᴅɪᴜɢ ᴍɪʜ ᴡᴀs ᴅɴᴀ ,ʏᴏʙ ɢɴᴜᴏʏ ᴀ ᴏᴛ ɢɴɪᴋʟᴀᴛ ᴍɪʜ ᴡᴀs ᴇʜs ,ᴛᴜʙ ᴍɪʜ ᴅɪᴏᴠᴀ ᴀɴɴᴏɢ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ,ɴɪᴀɢᴀ ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴇʜs ,ᴡᴏɴ ᴇᴍᴏʜ ɢɴɪᴋʟᴀᴡ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs ,ʟᴏᴏʜᴄs ʀᴇᴛғᴀ ,ᴅᴇɴᴇᴘᴘᴀʜ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴏɴ ғɪ sᴀ ʟᴏᴏʜᴄs ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴇᴡ ᴅɴᴀ ᴘᴜ ᴇᴋᴏᴡ ᴇʜs ,ɢɴɪɴʀᴏᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ɴɪ ,ᴛᴇʀᴄᴇs ᴀ ᴛɪ ᴛᴘᴇᴋ ᴅᴀᴇᴛsɴɪ ,ᴅᴇɴᴇᴘᴘᴀʜ ᴛᴀʜᴡ ᴍᴇʜᴛ ʟʟᴇᴛ ᴛɴᴅɪᴅ ᴅɴᴀ ᴇsᴜᴏʜ sᴛɴᴇʀᴀᴘ ʀᴇʜ ᴏᴛ ᴋᴄᴀʙ ᴛɴᴇᴡ ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴇʜs ,ʏᴀᴡᴀ ᴏɢ ʟʟᴀ ᴛɪ ᴇᴋᴀᴍ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ᴇʟᴄᴀʀɪᴍ ᴇᴍᴏs ʀᴏғ ɢɴɪʏᴀʀᴘ ,ᴇᴄɴᴇʟɪs ɴɪ ᴅᴇʀᴇғғᴜs ᴇʜs ᴏs .ᴛᴀᴇʀɢ ᴏᴏᴛ ᴇʙ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ sᴇᴄɴᴇᴜǫᴇsɴᴏᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴋ ᴇʜs ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴅᴇᴍᴀʜsᴀ ᴏᴏᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs .ᴇɴᴏʏɴᴀ ʟʟᴇᴛ ᴛ'ɴᴅʟᴜᴏᴄ ᴇʜs ᴛᴜʙ .ɢɴɪʟʟɪʜᴄ ᴇʀᴏᴍ sᴛᴀᴇʀʜᴛ sɪʜ ,ᴛɴᴇᴜǫᴇʀғ ᴇʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴍᴀᴄᴇʙ sᴛɪsɪᴠ s'ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ .sᴛsᴏᴄ ʟʟᴀ ᴛᴀ ʏʟɪᴍᴀғ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴏᴠᴀ ᴅɴᴀ ,sᴅɴᴇɪʀғ ʀᴇʜ ᴏᴛ ᴇᴋᴏᴘs ʏʟᴇʀᴀʙ ,ʟᴏᴏʜᴄs ᴅᴇᴘᴘɪᴋs ᴇʜs .ғʟᴇsʀᴇʜ ᴏᴛɴɪ ʀᴇʜᴛʀᴜғ ᴡᴇʀᴅʜᴛɪᴡ ʏʟɪᴍᴇ ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴅᴇssᴀᴘ sʏᴀᴅ .ʀᴀᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ᴏᴛɴɪ ᴅᴇʙᴍɪʟᴄ ᴅɴᴀ ʏᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴇʜᴛ ᴋᴏᴏᴛ ᴛsᴜᴊ ᴇʜs ;ʏʟᴘᴇʀ ᴛ'ɴᴅɪᴅ ʏʟɪᴍᴇ .ɢɴɪɴᴇᴛᴀᴇʀʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ ᴡᴏʟ ᴇᴄɪᴏᴠ sɪʜ ,ᴅᴇɴʀᴀᴡ ᴇʜ ",sɪʜᴛ ᴛᴜᴏʙᴀ ᴇɴᴏʏɴᴀ ʟʟᴇᴛ ᴛ'ɴᴏᴅ" .ᴇᴍᴏʜ ᴏɢ ᴏᴛ ʀᴇʜ ᴅʟᴏᴛ ᴅɴᴀ sʟʟɪʙ ᴅᴇʟᴘᴍᴜʀᴄ ᴡᴇғ ᴀ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴅɴᴀʜ ᴇʜ .ᴅᴇɪғsɪᴛᴀs ɢɴɪᴋᴏᴏʟ ,ᴅᴇɴʀᴜᴛᴇʀ ᴇʜ ,ʀᴇᴛᴀʟ sʀᴜᴏʜ .ᴇᴄᴀғ ʀᴇʜ ɴᴡᴏᴅ ᴍᴀᴇʀᴛs ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴜɴɪᴛɴᴏᴄ sʀᴀᴇᴛ ᴇʜᴛ sᴀ ᴡᴏᴅɴɪᴡ ᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴜᴏ ʏʟᴋɴᴀʟʙ ɢɴɪʀᴀᴛs ,ᴅʟᴏᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴇʜs ᴅɴᴀ ,sɢɴɪʜᴛ ғᴏ ᴇʀᴀᴄ ᴋᴏᴏᴛ ᴇʜ ᴇʟɪʜᴡ ʀᴀᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ɴɪ ᴛɪᴀᴡ ᴏᴛ ʀᴇʜ ᴅʟᴏᴛ ᴇʜ .ᴛʜɢɪɴ ᴇʜᴛ ʀᴏғ ᴍᴏᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴛɴᴇʀ ᴇʜ ᴇʀᴇʜᴡ ʟᴇᴛᴏᴍ ʏᴅᴇᴇs ,ʟʟᴀᴍs ᴀ ᴏᴛ ,ʏᴀᴡᴀ sᴋᴄᴏʟʙ ᴡᴇғ ᴀ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴋʟᴀᴡ ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ .ɴɪᴀɢᴀ ʟʀɪɢ ᴇʟᴛᴛɪʟ ᴛɴᴇᴄᴏɴɴɪ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ɢɴɪᴇʙ ᴏᴛ ᴋᴄᴀʙ ᴏɢ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴄ ᴇʜs .ᴅᴇɢɴᴀʜᴄ ᴅᴀʜ ɢɴɪʜᴛʏʀᴇᴠᴇ ,ɴᴡᴏᴅ ᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴋ ᴇʜs ᴛᴜʙ ,ᴅᴇɴᴇᴘᴘᴀʜ ᴅᴀʜ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴏɴ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ᴅɴᴇᴛᴇʀᴘ ᴏᴛ ,ʟᴀᴍʀᴏɴ ᴛᴄᴀ ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɪʀᴛ ᴇʜs .ᴛɴɪᴜǫs ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴡ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴋᴀᴍ ,sᴇʏᴇ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴᴜᴛs ᴛʜɢɪʟɴᴜs ᴇʜᴛ ,ʏᴇʟʟᴀ ᴇʜᴛ ᴍᴏʀғ ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴍᴇ ʏᴇʜᴛ sᴀ .ᴛᴇᴇғ ʀᴇʜ ᴏᴛ ʀᴇʜ ʟʟᴜᴘ ᴍɪʜ ɢɴɪᴛᴛᴇʟ ,ᴅɴᴀʜ sɪʜ ᴋᴏᴏᴛ ᴅɴᴀ ᴛᴜᴏ ᴅᴇʜᴄᴀᴇʀ ᴇʜs ,ʏʟᴡᴏʟs .ʏᴛᴘᴍᴇ ᴏs ,ᴋᴀᴇᴡ ᴏs ᴛʟᴇғ ᴇʜs ᴛᴜʙ .ᴅᴇʜᴄᴜᴏᴛ ᴅ'ᴇʜ ɢɴɪʜᴛʏɴᴀ ʀᴏ ᴍɪʜ ʜᴄᴜᴏᴛ ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴡ ᴛ'ɴᴅɪᴅ ,ᴅɴᴀʜ sɪʜ ᴇᴋᴀᴛ ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴡ ᴛ'ɴᴅɪᴅ ᴇʜs ".ᴘᴜ ᴅᴇɴᴀᴇʟᴄ ᴜᴏʏ ᴛᴇɢ s'ᴛᴇʟ ,ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴄ" .ʏᴅᴀᴇᴛs ᴇᴄɪᴏᴠ sɪʜ ,ᴅɪᴀs ᴇʜ ",ᴇʀᴇʜ" .ᴅɴᴀʜ ᴀ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇʀᴇғғᴏ ᴅɴᴀ ,sᴇʜᴛᴏʟᴄ sɪʜ ɢɴɪɴᴇᴛʜɢɪᴀʀᴛs ,ᴘᴜ ᴅᴏᴏᴛs ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ .ғᴏᴏʀᴘ sᴀᴡ ᴇʀᴇʜᴛ ᴡᴏɴ ᴅɴᴀ ,ᴛʀᴜʜ ɴᴇᴇʙ ᴅᴀʜ ᴇʜs .ᴅᴇʟʙ ᴅᴀʜ ᴇʜs .ᴅᴇɴᴇᴘᴘᴀʜ ᴅᴀʜ ᴛᴀʜᴡ ᴅᴇᴢɪʟᴀᴇʀ ᴇʜs sᴀ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪʟʟɪғ ʀᴏʀʀᴏʜ ,ɴᴡᴏᴅ ᴅᴇᴋᴏᴏʟ ᴇʜs .ɢᴇʟ ʀᴇʜ ɴᴡᴏᴅ ᴇʟᴋᴄɪʀᴛ ʏᴋᴄɪᴛs ᴅɴᴀ ᴍʀᴀᴡ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴇᴍᴏs ᴛʟᴇғ ᴇʜs ᴅɴᴀ ,ʀᴇʜ ғғᴏ ᴅᴇʟʟᴏʀ ᴇʜ ,ʀᴇᴅᴅᴜʜs ᴀ ʜᴛɪᴡ ,ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴜʙ .ɴɪᴀɢᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴇ ɢɴɪʜᴛʏɴᴀ ʟᴇᴇғ ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴡ ᴛ'ɴᴅɪᴅ ,ᴇᴠᴏᴍ ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴡ ᴛ'ɴᴅɪᴅ ᴇʜs .ᴇᴄᴀғ ʀᴇʜ ɴᴡᴏᴅ ɢɴɪᴍᴀᴇʀᴛs sʀᴀᴇᴛ ,ɴᴇᴋᴏʀʙ ᴅɴᴀ ʙᴍᴜɴ ,ᴇʀᴇʜᴛ ʏᴀʟ ʏʟɪᴍᴇ .ᴡᴇʀᴅʜᴛɪᴡ ᴇʜ sᴀ sᴘsᴀɢ ᴅᴇɢɢᴀʀ ɴɪ ɢɴɪᴍᴏᴄ ʜᴛᴀᴇʀʙ sɪʜ ,ʀᴇʜ ғᴏ ᴘᴏᴛ ɴᴏ ᴅᴇsᴘᴀʟʟᴏᴄ ᴇʜ .ʀᴇᴠᴏ sᴀᴡ ᴛɪ ,ᴅᴇᴛʀᴀᴛs ᴅᴀʜ ᴛɪ sᴀ ʏʟɴᴇᴅᴅᴜs sᴀ ᴛsᴜᴊ ,ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ .ᴅᴇɴɪᴍʀᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴏᴛ .ɢɪʙ ᴏᴏᴛ .ɢɴᴏʀᴛs ᴏᴏᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜ ᴛᴜʙ ,ʏᴀᴡᴀ ᴍɪʜ ʜsᴜᴘ ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɪʀᴛ ᴇʜs .ᴛsᴇᴛᴏʀᴘ ɴɪ ɢɴɪᴍᴀᴇʀᴄs ɢɴɪᴅɴᴇ ᴇᴠʀᴇɴ ʏʀᴇᴠᴇ ,ᴇʀɪғ ɴᴏ sᴀᴡ ᴛɪ ᴇᴋɪʟ ᴛʟᴇғ ʏᴅᴏʙ ʀᴇʜ .ʀᴇᴛsᴀғ ᴅɴᴀ ʀᴇᴅʀᴀʜ ɢɴɪᴡᴏʀɢ sᴛsᴜʀʜᴛ sɪʜ ,ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴋᴀᴛ ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴜɴɪᴛɴᴏᴄ ᴇʜ sᴀ ʟʟɪᴛs ᴅɴᴀᴛs ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴇs ᴇᴍɪᴛ .ʀɪᴀ ᴇʜᴛ ɴɪ ɢɴɪʟɢɴɪᴍ sʜᴛᴀᴇʀʙ ʀɪᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ᴅɴᴜᴏs ᴇʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ ,sʀᴇʜ ᴛsɴɪᴀɢᴀ ɢɴɪᴠᴏᴍ ʏᴅᴏʙ sɪʜ ᴛᴜʙ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴏɴ .ɢɴɪʜᴛᴏɴ sᴀᴡ ᴇʀᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴜʙ .ᴅᴇᴛᴀʟᴏɪᴠ ɢɴɪᴇʙ ғᴏ ɢɴɪʟᴇᴇғ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ ɴɪᴀᴘ ᴄɪғɪʀʀᴏʜ ᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴜᴏ ᴋᴄᴏʟʙ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ɢɴɪʜᴛʏɴᴀ ɴᴏ ,ᴇsʟᴇ ɢɴɪʜᴛʏɴᴀ ɴᴏ sᴜᴄᴏғ ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɪʀᴛ ᴇʜs .ᴄɪᴛɴᴀʀғ ᴇʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴇʀɢ sᴛɴᴇᴍᴇᴠᴏᴍ s'ɴᴀᴍ ᴇʜᴛ sᴀ ɴɪ ɢɴɪsᴏʟᴄ sʟʟᴀᴡ ᴇʜᴛ ,ʀᴇʜ ᴅɴᴜᴏʀᴀ ɴɪᴘs ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴇs ʏᴇʟʟᴀ ᴇʜᴛ .ʏᴅᴏʙ ʀᴇʜ ʜɢᴜᴏʀʜᴛ ɴᴏɪsᴜғɴᴏᴄ ᴅɴᴀ ʏɴᴏɢᴀ ғᴏ sᴇᴠᴀᴡ ɢɴɪᴅɴᴇs ᴛsᴜʀʜᴛ ʜᴄᴀᴇ ,ʀᴇᴅʀᴀʜ ᴅɴᴀ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴇᴅ ɢɴɪʜsᴜᴘ ,ᴇᴠᴏᴍ ᴏᴛ ɴᴀɢᴇʙ ᴇʜ sᴀ ᴇᴄᴀғ ʀᴇʜ ɴᴡᴏᴅ ɢɴɪᴍᴀᴇʀᴛs sʀᴀᴇᴛ ,ɴᴇᴘᴏ ᴡᴇʟғ sᴇʏᴇ ʀᴇʜ .ᴍᴀᴇʀᴄs ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴡ ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ɴɪᴀᴘ ᴀ ʜᴛɪᴡ ssᴇɴᴛʜɢɪᴛ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴄʀᴇɪᴘ ,ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴅɪsɴɪ ғʟᴇsᴍɪʜ ᴛsᴜʀʜᴛ ᴇʜ ,ɢɴɪɴʀᴀᴡ ᴛᴜᴏʜᴛɪᴡ ,ɴᴇʜᴛ .ᴇɴɪᴘs ʀᴇʜ ɴᴡᴏᴅ sʀᴇᴠɪʜs ɢɴɪᴅɴᴇs ʜᴛᴀᴇʀʙ sɪʜ ,ᴅᴇʀᴇᴘsɪʜᴡ ᴇʜ ",ɴᴜғ ᴇʙ ᴅ'ᴛɪ ᴜᴏʏ ᴅʟᴏᴛ ɪ ,ᴇᴇs" .ʀᴀᴇ ʀᴇʜ ᴛsɴɪᴀɢᴀ ɢɴɪʜsᴜʀʙ sᴘɪʟ sɪʜ ,ᴅʀᴀᴡʀᴏғ ᴅᴇɴᴀᴇʟ ᴇʜ .ʀᴇᴛsᴀғ ɴᴇᴠᴇ ᴇᴄᴀʀ ᴛʀᴀᴇʜ ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴅᴀᴍ ᴛᴀʜᴛ ɴᴏɪᴛᴀsɴᴇs ɴɢɪᴇʀᴏғ ᴀ ,sɢᴇʟ ʀᴇʜ ɴᴇᴇᴡᴛᴇʙ ɢɴɪʟɢɴɪᴛ ᴇɢɴᴀʀᴛs ᴀ ʟᴇᴇғ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴄ ᴇʜs ,ʀᴏʀʀᴇᴛ ʀᴇʜ ᴇᴛɪᴘsᴇᴅ .ᴛʀᴀᴘᴀ sɢᴇʟ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴅᴀᴇʀᴘs ᴅɴᴀ sᴘɪʜ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴘᴘᴜᴄ ,ʜsᴇʟғ ʀᴇʜ ʀᴇᴠᴏ ᴍɪᴋs sᴅɴᴀʜ ʜɢᴜᴏʀ sɪʜ ᴛʟᴇғ ᴇʜs sᴀ sᴋᴇᴇʜᴄ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴅᴏᴏʟғ ᴛᴀᴇʜ .ᴇʟʙᴀʀᴇɴʟᴜᴠ ᴅɴᴀ ᴅᴇsᴏᴘxᴇ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴠᴀᴇʟ ,ɴᴡᴏᴅ sᴛɴᴀᴘ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴋɴᴀʏ ᴅɴᴀ ɴᴡᴏᴅ ᴅᴇʜᴄᴀᴇʀ ᴇʜ ,sᴅʀᴏᴡ sɪʜ ᴇᴢɪsᴀʜᴘᴍᴇ ᴏᴛ ғɪ sᴀ .ᴇᴍᴏᴄ ᴏᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴛᴀʜᴡ ʀᴏғ ғʟᴇsʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴄᴀʀʙ ,sᴇʏᴇ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇsᴏʟᴄ ᴇʜs ,ʜᴛᴀᴇʀʙ ɢɴɪʀᴇᴅᴅᴜʜs ᴀ ʜᴛɪᴡ .ʟᴜғʀᴇᴡᴏᴘ ᴏᴏᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴇʜ ;ᴇsᴜ ᴏɴ sᴀᴡ ᴛɪ ᴛᴜʙ ,ᴇᴇʀғ ᴍʀɪᴜǫs ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɪʀᴛ ᴇʜs .sʀᴇʜ ᴛsɴɪᴀɢᴀ ɢɴɪssᴇʀᴘ ʏᴅᴏʙ sɪʜ ,ʀᴇsᴏʟᴄ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇʟʟᴜᴘ ᴇʜ sᴀ ᴛsᴇʜᴄ ʀᴇʜ ɴɪ ᴅᴇʀᴇᴍᴍᴀʜ ᴛʀᴀᴇʜ s'ʏʟɪᴍᴇ ".ᴜᴏʏ ʜᴛɪᴡ ɴᴜғ ᴇᴍᴏs ᴇᴠᴀʜ ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴡ ᴛsᴜᴊ ɪ .ᴜᴏʏ ᴛʀᴜʜ ᴏᴛ ɢɴɪᴏɢ ᴛᴏɴ ᴍ'ɪ" .ʀᴀᴇ ʀᴇʜ ᴛsɴɪᴀɢᴀ ᴛᴏʜ ʜᴛᴀᴇʀʙ sɪʜ ,ᴅᴇʀᴇᴘsɪʜᴡ ᴇʜ ",ᴛʀᴀᴇʜᴛᴇᴇᴡs ,ʏᴀᴋᴏ s'ᴛɪ" .ʟᴇᴇᴛs ᴇᴋɪʟ ᴘɪʀɢ sɪʜ ,ɢɴᴏʀᴛs sᴀᴡ ,ᴇᴢɪɴɢᴏᴄᴇʀ ᴛ'ɴᴅɪᴅ ᴇʜs ɴᴀᴍ ᴀ ,ʀᴏᴛᴘᴀᴄ ʀᴇʜ .sᴘɪʟ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇᴘᴀᴄsᴇ ᴅɴᴜᴏs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜʙ ,ᴍᴀᴇʀᴄs ᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɪʀᴛ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴛᴀᴏʀʜᴛ ʀᴇʜ ɴɪ ᴇsᴏʀ ᴄɪɴᴀᴘ .ᴇɴɪʀᴜ ғᴏ ғғɪʜᴡ ᴛɴɪᴀғ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅɴᴀ sʟʟᴀᴡ ᴇᴛᴇʀᴄɴᴏᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ʟʟᴇᴍs ʏᴛsᴜᴍ ,ᴘᴍᴀᴅ ᴇʜᴛ ʏʟɴᴏ ɢɴɪᴠᴀᴇʟ ,ʏᴀᴡᴀ ᴅᴇᴅᴀғ ᴄɪғғᴀʀᴛ ғᴏ ᴅɴᴜᴏs ᴇʜᴛ .ʏᴇʟʟᴀ ᴋʀᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴏᴛɴɪ ʀᴇʜ ɢɴɪᴋɴᴀʏ ,ᴍʀᴀ ᴇʜᴛ ʏʙ ʀᴇʜ ᴅᴇʙʙᴀʀɢ ᴅɴᴀ ᴛᴜᴏ ᴅᴇʜᴄᴀᴇʀ ᴅɴᴀʜ ᴇɢʀᴀʟ ᴀ ,ᴇʀᴇʜᴡᴏɴ ғᴏ ᴛᴜᴏ ,ɴᴇʜᴛ ᴛᴜʙ .ᴅɴᴜᴏs ᴅɴᴀ ᴇғᴀs ,ᴇᴍᴏʜ ᴇʙ ᴅ'ᴇʜs ᴅɴᴀ sᴋᴄᴏʟʙ ᴇʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴇғ ᴀ ᴛsᴜᴊ .ᴋʟɪᴍ ᴅʟᴏᴄ ᴅɴᴀ sᴇɪᴋᴏᴏᴄ ᴘɪʜᴄ ᴇᴛᴀʟᴏᴄᴏʜᴄ :ᴇᴠᴀʜ ᴅʟᴜᴏᴡ ᴇʜs ᴋᴄᴀɴs ʟᴏᴏʜᴄsʀᴇᴛғᴀ ᴇʜᴛ ᴏᴛ ᴅᴀᴇʜᴀ ɢɴɪᴄᴀʀ ʏᴅᴀᴇʀʟᴀ ᴅɴɪᴍ ʀᴇʜ ,ᴇɴᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴍᴜʜ ᴇʜs .ᴅᴡᴏʀᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ғᴏ ᴛᴜᴏ ᴅɴᴀ ɴɪ ᴅᴇᴠᴀᴇᴡ ᴇʜs sᴀ ᴋᴄᴀʙ ʀᴇʜ ᴛsɴɪᴀɢᴀ ɢɴɪᴄɴᴜᴏʙ ᴋᴄᴀᴘᴋᴄᴀʙ ʟʟᴀᴍs ʀᴇʜ ,ʏʟᴋsɪʀʙ ᴅᴇᴋʟᴀᴡ ʏʟɪᴍᴇ ᴅʟᴏ-ʀᴀᴇʏ-ɴᴇᴠᴇs .sᴛᴇᴇʀᴛs ʏᴛɪᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴏ ʟʟɪʜᴄ ᴛɴɪᴀғ ᴀ ɢɴɪᴛsᴀᴄ ,sᴅᴜᴏʟᴄ ᴇʜᴛ ᴅɴɪʜᴇʙ ᴅᴇᴘᴘɪʟs ᴛʜɢɪʟɴᴜs ᴇʜᴛ ssakcilareneg yb ʸʳᵒᵗˢ ᵖᵐᵘᵈᵐᵘᶜ ᵉʰᵗ ssakcilareneg hcraes tsuj

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The Last Smile During the peak of a scorching summer afternoon, two close friends made plans to spend quality time together. They found a peaceful spot on a bench by the sidewalk and marveled at the breathtaking view of the cloudless, azure sky. It was a serene and idyllic day, with the warmth of the sun casting a gentle glow over everything. As they sat there, a sleek black cat sauntered past them, its fur glistening in the sunlight. One of the friends couldn't resist the urge to stroke the cat's luxurious coat. However, just as she reached out, a sudden, piercing squawk from a nearby bird startled the cat, causing it to dart into the bustling street. Driven by her desire to comfort the frightened cat, the girl leaped up and dashed after it. In the blink of an eye, a thunderous roar filled the air as a truck collided with her, shattering the tranquility of the moment. In that split second before impact, she turned back to her friend, her face lighting up with a radiant smile that conveyed love and warmth, etching a poignant memory in his heart. The devastating sound of the collision reverberated through the air, followed by a heart-wrenching silence. The friend was left utterly numb and despondent, crumbling to his knees as he raced to her side, tears streaming down his face, as he struggled to come to terms with the harrowing turn of events. 🍃

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story˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐Alone 🖤⃝🤍✨📖

. ⊹ ₊ ♡ ⊂⊂ • ) / | ⊂_﹏u Search Tibsta for more >ᴗ< Inspired by Chinese Cinderella, RINGGGG! ‘’That's the bell!’’ Lilly beamed with joy, Adeline waved goodbye to all her friends and walked to the other side of the school and went through the back gate. Adeline had never been though the big back gate, she thought it looked scary especially since it was raining and the sky was grey. Her short black hair was soaked with nothing but a jacket to cover herself in. She shivered in the blazing cold, her teeth chattering together. Others just shoved her and ran through trying to get to get stepped on like an ant. Adeline grabbed her jacket and put it on top of her head using the hood to stop her butler from recognising her. She walked through the gate, her face a ray of sunshine. Is this what it means to be free? She thought to herself. She walked and walked for what seemed like days, hours until her little legs could bear no more. She sat on a bench and took a sip of water looking towards her reflection in a puddle of water watching it shimmer like the stars as she swung her legs up and down. What will I do now? She thought to herself. Adeline never did plan her escape well, after all she was only 5 years old. Her family would find her soon, she thought, would they care about me? She walked further ahead to find a little yellow tunnel in the playground and sat inside.It felt cold and wet but it was all she could find. Adeline closed her eyes and went to sleep. As she opened her eyes she found herself in a cozy cot. She got up instantly to see toys scattered across the floor. ‘’This isn't my house.’’ The door slowly opened and Adeline made out a black figure. The person stood on her tippy toes and walked into the light. It was a little baby. Adeline stared at the kid and saw someone behind. As she looked up she saw an old lady holding cream cookies and milk. She wore a pink skirt and orange long sleeve shirt. Her hair was grey and she wore big glasses that sat on the tip of her pointy long nose. ‘’Oh thank heavens your awake my dear’’ she said in a welcoming warm tone,’’here come get some cookies.’’ Adeline stared at the lady in deafening silence. The lady walked towards Adeline and placed the tray down, her stomach rumbled like a lion. Adeline wasn't sure if she could trust the old lady but she hasn't eaten since yesterday at lunch. She didn’t seem that harmful after all. The old lady walked out of the room and Adeline gobbled the cookies up like a dog. She bit into something thin and moist, Adeline pulled it out of her mouth to see a paper. She grabbed the other scattered bits from her mouth to see a bundle of words. Adeline loved puzzles! She grabbed them together and made out the sentence. ‘’ Welcome to your new home! Made with lots of love - Agness. Adeline looked at the baby on the floor trying to get up. She picked the baby and sat it on the cot. Adeline stared into his warm brown eyes. She thought to herself wondering if it was a good idea to stay. Suddenly the baby burst out in tears, Adeline held him and rocked him side to side, but something felt wrong… Wet even. Her eyes Grew in realization and she dropped the baby back into the cot. He screamed louder like a stampede of lions. ‘’OK OK CALM DOWN’’ her head screamed in panic, as Agness walked back inside she took the baby into the bathroom and shouted to Adeline, ‘’come sit down! I'm making lasagna. The old lady came back with a beaming smile, ‘’so what's your name?’’ Adeline replied. ‘’Well that's lovely, this is Joe she held the baby and placed him on her lap. ‘’He’s your new brother!’’ ‘’Hi Joe,’’ Adeline replied. I'm your new sister. DING DONG, I'll get it, said Adeline. She opened the door and saw her family staring down at her furiously with mixed emotions. ‘’ Adeline Get in the car NOW.’’ Adeline shook her head, her heart had given up on most of her family considering how she was treated often. Her eyes glared like fire at her family, she slammed the door in their face ‘’ ARNT I MURDERER TO YOU’’ and sat back at the table as if nothing had happened. Who was that? The old lady said as the doorbell flickered. My old family, but don't worry about them, they didn't want me anyways. If you see them again, say nothing. Her family would see her every now and then, but those who hurt her never again.

`his majesty called all to the colosseum this morning. We were individually served a fresh plate of legumes and cured ham. It was rather indifferent than the meals before the grand war back then.`

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`shall this be a heed for our next war? Destruction may await. Lucius and Julia has vanished from our neighborhood, as so their brick house, too. We are afraid.`

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. . . ⌇, ℰ🄻ᴇᴀ🄽ᴏ🅁’s 🅁ᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! # z Z ʚ🧃ɞ : ┆ι’∂⋮ ⌝ 🧸: 🚀 []⌇🏙️ ၊၊||၊

. . . ⌇, ℰ🄻ᴇᴀ🄽ᴏ🅁’s 🅁ᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! # z Z ʚ🧃ɞ : ┆ι’∂⋮ ⌝ 🧸: 🚀 []⌇🏙️ ၊၊||၊ search eleanor for more exs!

🌸- who are you..? - // 🍮 - i know, it doesn't look the same. but. its ok. you will get used to it. im kat. // 🌸 - oh. erm hi.? im alia. // kat 🍮 - alia! thats a cute name! can i call u ali? // 🌸 alia - ofc! many ppl call me that anyway. // kat 🍮 - ur name is still pretty ^^ // 🌸 alia - urs too :3

they're just like me. but different. now that im gone.. i can FINALLY be alone. its like a wish i never asked for..! im finally in peace, in peace. in peace.. ‘ WAKE UP ’ huh??? what.. what happened?? im. back??? but i was alone a minute ago???? now.. THEY GANGED UP? SERIOUSLY???? YOU KIDDING ?? ' you should leave. karmas coming ' WHAT??????? THEY WERE FOLLOWING ME ALL THIS TIME.. THEY.. THEY..... THEY. they. erm.. RAHHHHH THEY FOUND ME. TAJSJSHSJSJSNSMSHK.!!! I CANT HELP IT. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. AHHHHH. IM . IM. IM. ERM.... GOD SAVE MEEEE RAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHÁ i, WOKE UP??? IT DOESN'T LOOK THE SAME..!!!!!! Part two soon <3 - mina!

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nona nrutas �� - 3: denut yats !ijome na yb dezirogetac eb lliw taht seirots rorroh fo seires a yltsom er'yeht !TUMS ON ): seirots lanigiro emos gnitsop eb lliw i taht enoyreve llet ot detnaw i !nona nrutas �� ,niaga em sti yeh

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lavender mist + fantasy🔮🍀🌺🧚‍♀️

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◣ Please censor the arguments on this website. If you can censor inappropiate emoji combos, then how bout censoring people insulting each other and throwing religious — political ideologies around? People advertising their opinions? ᴜɢʜ. That’s not hurtful for minors or others in general? The hypocricy. ⍨⃝📷. That’s not inappropiate for a Website designed for emoji combos? Ironic. wakeup. ✄ It can’t be that hard to filter certain words that lead to censoring. Improve filters. This isn’t a social media website for interaction, it’s for emoji combos. ᨐᵉᵒʷ ◥

Fairy, fantasy, forest, cottagecore 🧚‍♀️🎀🌷🪽

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Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟏𝟎% ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟐𝟎% █████▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟓𝟎% ███████▒▒▒ 𝟕𝟎% ██████████ 𝟏𝟎𝟎% ‿̩͙‿ ༺ 🤍🖤 ༻ ‿̩͙‿ "𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎! ❤️‍🩹" ➛ 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎!: °💤. ➵𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚒𝚊 °💭. ➵𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛 °☕️. ➵𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 °♟️. ➵𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖:𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜: ⌔ , ҂ 🎴𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕: 𝙲𝚊𝚝 食 🥛،𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔: 𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚊 蠽 🎞જ ➛𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍: 𝙿𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𑁯໋🎧★𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙: 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 ┈┈┈┈․° 🖤🤍 °․┈┈┈┈ ☆. ° 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 🛹 ‧₊˚ ➤𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 ‧₊˚ 🎀 ‧₊˚ 🏀 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕! ──────────────────────── ➺ ✧˖° 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐪 ♯. ¡ 𖤐 ⛸️ ➠ 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘂 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁? ★ ₊ ⊹ ʚ 🎲 ɞ (𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔) ♯. ¡ 𖤐 🗝 ➠ 𝗱𝗼 𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱? 🔪. ˖* 愛. ♡ ° (𝚈𝚎𝚜) ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ 𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 . 🖇📰🎓 ⚝‧ ₊°𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 💋 ⚝‧ ₊° 💋 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐! •─────⋅☾ 💌🖤 ☽⋅─────•

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

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A mafia vs royal lore : The King/Queen, owning one huge kingdom, JUST to themselves, is a delight, isn’t it? But there was always something missing for the King/Queen. No matter how grand the palace stood, how golden the halls gleamed under the torchlight, or how many loyal subjects bowed at their feet, and emptiness lingers within. The weight of the crown was just not one of power but of solitude. Each day was the same–lavish feasts, political meetings, and the occasional entertainments from jesters, and performers. Yet, no laughter truly reached their heart. No voice called to them with sincerity. The Grand Throne, lined with the finest silk and encrusted with precious gems, felt colder than the stone it was built on. The King/Queen sat upon it, gazing down at the great hall where nobles conversed in hushed tones. Where music played, and where servants moved like shadows, ensuring every glass remained full. Yet, none of it mattered. Eyes distant despite the lively court before them. Wealth, land, and loyalty–these were all in their grasp. Yet, it wasn’t enough. Power was never enough. Beyond the castle walls, unseen forces lurked. Underground syndicates, mercenary interactions, and the secretive crime lords–whispers of their influence reached even the highest halls of the palace. The King/Queen had conquered armies. They wanted more. The hard way or the easy way. The King/Queen sought to bend the mafias under their rule, to use them as silent enforcers. Expanding their reach beyond what the throne alone could grasp. But power borrowed is never power owned. When the ruler attempted to cut them off the consequences came swift and brutal. Power had been their greatest desire. Now it was their greatest downfall. credits: forgot

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