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STATUS: So ready for the holidays to be over and done with. Too time consuming and I just wanna write, damn it. 6 yrs ago
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So ready for the holidays to be over and done with. Too time consuming and I just wanna write, damn it.
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i dislike adulting 😩
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@Rodiak: that's the point. i ain't going there for the coffee
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i might need to start drinking more starbuck's so i can get me a mr. hot barista or something 😁
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expect a little bit more activity from me tomorrow than what I gave today.
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I don't know whether to go for the leader or medic
I am also eager to see the new version of The Lion King. it looks neat.
𝖢𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋.
𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. ❝𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈𝗇?❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉.
𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈. 𝖥𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. ❝𝖭𝗈, 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍. ❝𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.❞ 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. ❝𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒.
𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. ❝𝖣𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖣𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿.
𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿, 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍. 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁'𝗌 𝖡𝖺𝗋. 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
❝𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋. ❝𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒?❞ 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. ❝𝖬𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽. ❝𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.❞ 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄.
❝𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗎𝗉.❞ 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 he had 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 as 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒.
𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. ❝𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈𝗇?❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉.
𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈. 𝖥𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. ❝𝖭𝗈, 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍. ❝𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.❞ 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. ❝𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒.
𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. ❝𝖣𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖣𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿.
𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿, 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍. 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁'𝗌 𝖡𝖺𝗋. 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
❝𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋. ❝𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒?❞ 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. ❝𝖬𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.❞ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽. ❝𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.❞ 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄.
❝𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗎𝗉.❞ 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 he had 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 as 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗉𝗁 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒.
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no worries, it will be up either tomorrow or thursday! :D
okay. can't wait.
@Surtr Inc might be a dumb question but an empath would be in the type-blue group, right?
I thought that was the ooc 😩😩
@Jangel13 bruh... I'm so in for this!!
welcome back to the guild!!
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