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Current Sativa got me uppity.
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It's bed time, Bimbo the Clown.
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[@Punished GN] you taught me that lifting is important and you're the reason I'm jacked but what are you lifting...?
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The grass at Stockbridge academy.
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Alright I touched grass, now what ?
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♫~I be balling, bitch, I look like Eric Koston
At the center of every field like Kenny Lofton
Got a bitch and he built just like Ryan Gosling
Locked in, swiping cards, I don't care what it's costing
Spoil him on every single day, this neck is frosting
Keeping up with me, that shit exhausting~♫


You read it right, whether it was in a discord channel a thread, or through word of mouth from a beloved.

I did it, I'm the bad guy. I admit it, I'm the problem all the rumors, words, gossip and legends about me are herein true.

Some facts about me, I named changed to improve my perceived inadequacies. I'm a terrible GM and writer deserving of the ultimate punishment, my life is just a Trippy Nightmare.

I'm a loser who is trying to write something meaningful on a site that is full of toxic boi cliques, drama, degenerates and more. I'm like the GN but just a highly unsuccessful writer with a huge heart.

Fuck with me.

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@Prisk Why she always looking up at me

Find out in chapter 3
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DAY 1 《》 STEELWATER [RD-PRS] 《》 After Noon 《》 @DeadDrop @Rockette @Prisk @Salsa Verde

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𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗.

𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 - 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙳𝙵 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚌𝚢𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛 - 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊. 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚔𝚎, 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚔𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝." 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛' 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗 - 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚢𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 - 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎.

"𝚂𝚘, 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚡𝚜 - 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚑𝚞𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚢𝚕𝚕𝚊?"𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝙰𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙰, 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗? 𝙷𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕, 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍? 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.



Summary
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙻𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜.


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𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚡𝚜 - 𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

'𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛' - 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛? 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠.


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