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19 hrs ago
Current Sativa got me uppity.
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2 days ago
It's bed time, Bimbo the Clown.
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1 yr ago
[@Punished GN] you taught me that lifting is important and you're the reason I'm jacked but what are you lifting...?
1 yr ago
The grass at Stockbridge academy.
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1 yr ago
Alright I touched grass, now what ?
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♫~So bad, uh, loved me way before you even knew I wrote raps.
That's how I know I can trust you, I adore that, uh
And you like it too, so I'ma go about that, uh
You said I sound shy and I told you that's so facts
Y-Y-You said that I'm cute, I'm all like, "Where yo' phone at?"
Tryna get your digits down in my Notes app~♫


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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Amazing
@rocketrobie2@Blizz@Kaggs@DarckLeon@Theyra@PatientBean@rocketrobie2

Hooks have been DMed out, excited to see replies in thread and PMs.
@Jamesyco@Starlance@Theyra@CollectorOfMyst@Steel Legion

Let me know if any of you hold interest, if 2 do I'll put a OOC up.

Otherwise this will be shelved shortly.
roleplayerguild.com/posts/5419752

Hi staff can you remove this post please it was posted in error on my RP thank you.

𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐.


P R E M I S E


𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙺𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚊, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚐, 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝙰 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕.

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.



@UnWorthy28 fix the format please.
Feel free to write up a sheet
@Blizz@Kaggs@DarckLeon@Theyra@PatientBean@rocketrobie2

IC is up.

Expect more personalized arcs to your PM shortly.






𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑,, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.

𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝. 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛. 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎.

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