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〝 SUN’S SETTING . . . ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 ‘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙. ᴹ’ᴳᴬᴺᴺ , 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ? [ 𝙽𝙾 , 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁. 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴 : 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴. ] ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 ᵃˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃˢ 𝗮𝗻𝘆. ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵖⁱᶜᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ ᴵᴺ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ. [ 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝚄𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 , 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙰 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙰 --- ] ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᴱᴺᴼᵁᴳᴴ . ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ . 〟

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 ᵖᵉʳᵛᵃᵈᵉˢ 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ ᴮᴱᵀᵂᴱᴱᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹 ᵒᶠ 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚂 , ˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᴵᴺ ᵃ 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 ᵇˡᵃᶻᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵍˡᵒʳʸ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ ᵒᶠ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 / 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᶠᵒᵘˡ ᴾᴸᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᵈᵉᵉᵖˡʸ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 𝗮𝗻 - 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 ᵍᵒᵘᵍᵉᵈ 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 ᵇᵉˡˡʸ , ᵀᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ ʳᵒᵒᵗ ᴵᴺ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚜 & 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁. 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᴸᴬᴺᴱᵀ ˢʰᵘᵈᵈᵉʳˢ 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖˢ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ᴳᴱᴸᴵᴰ ᴹᴼᴼᴺᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀ. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗠 ˢᵉᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃʳᵐᵒʳ. ᵍᵒᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ , ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺᵀ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᴵᵀ ᵐᵘᶜʰ 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 .

* 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙾 ? 〝 WHAT? 〟 𝙸 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚄𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙸𝙳-𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁. 〝 ˢʰᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᵘᵖ . . . 〟 * 𝙰𝚉𝙽𝙰𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙱 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿 𝚄𝚂. 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 .

[ 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴! ] * 𝙰𝙷, 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙴. 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷. 〝 ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, ʸᵒᵘ 𝘴𝘰𝘯 ᵒᶠ ᵃ BITCH! 〟

[ 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁, 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃 ! 𝙾𝙷 --- 𝙾𝙷 𝙽𝙾 . . . ] ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏˢ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵀᴱᴿᴿᴵᴮᴸᴱ ʳᵒᵃʳ / 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 & ᵃ sleeping 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚇 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳-𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝙱𝚁𝙸𝚂. 𝗔𝗕𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦. [ 𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼. 𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴! ]

ONE YEAR AGO...

〝 ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵘᵇ ᶜⁱᵗʸ . . . ᵃᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃ . . . 𝙼𝚈 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝚂𝚉𝙰𝚂𝚉 & ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ 15 ʸᵉᵃʳˢ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ᵖˡᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝗶'𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ LIVE ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵖ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ they ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ ʷᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ trying ᵀᴼ CHANGE FATE! 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬. 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᴱᴺᴰ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡˢ . . . ᴺᴼᵀ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᴮᴱᴺᴱᴬᵀᴴ ᵒᵘʳ 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 ! ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ --- ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ —— oh my god. ʰᵉ’ˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ. ᴴᴱ ⁻ ᴴᴱ... 𝗛𝗘'𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 ᴴᴱᴿᴱ 𝘈𝘓𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘠. I’M TOO LATE. ᴵ ⁻ ᴵ... ᴵ’ᴹ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴸᴬᵀᴱ. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀. 〟 [STATIC]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸ, ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ship : 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 , an unmanned galleon ᵒᶜᶜᵘᵖⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ UNDEAD / 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 - 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰 / phantom-limb pain ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵘˢᵗ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃˡˡᵒʷˢ SING ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᴼᴿᴱᴵᴳᴺ ᵀᴼᴺᴳᵁᴱ / 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 , ˢᵘˢᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ˢᵃⁱˡᵒʳ ⁻ ᵐᵉⁿ ˢᵗʳᵘⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ , ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵘˡᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵉʸᵉˢ & ᶠˡᵉˢʰ ᵇʳᵘⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵇˡᵘᵉ. ❛❛ ˢᵒ, it’s 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗙 ʸᵉ’ʳᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿ’ ᶠᵉʳ. ᴵ’ˡˡ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏 ʸᵉ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᴺ͟ᴬ͟ᵁ͟ᴳ͟ᴴ͟ᵀ͟ ᵇᵘᵗ ��ᵉᵃᵗʰ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿ’ ᶠᵉʳ ʸᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑵. . . ❟❟

D͟A͟W͟N͟: ᵛᵉˡᵛᵉᵗʸ plum-reds ᵇˡᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ʲᵒʷˡˢ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵃˢᵗ ˢᵐᵒᵍ , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈 ; ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ WANING ʰᵃᶻᵉ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡᵉˢ ᵃ ʳᵒᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ / FESTERING ⁱⁿ ᵃ 𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙-𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙥 ᶜˡᵉᵃᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ still-dark firmament ᵇˡᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵐᵒᵍ , ᵈᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢᵉᵃ ˢᵃˡᵗ & ᵃ ˢᵘᵇˢᵗⁱᵗᵘᵗᵉᵈ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒄 . ❛❛ ᴵ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ʸᵉ 𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 ‘ⁿ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ whence ʸᵉ ᵇᵒʸˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ. 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑-𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, ᵗʰᵃʳ ˢᵗʳᵘᵐᵖᵉᵗˢ 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭' 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 , 'ⁿ ˢᵖʳᵒᵍˢ ᵈᵉᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ 'ⁿ ᵁ͟ᴳ͟ᴸ͟ᴵ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ͟ than any ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵒ' ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ. ❟❟ 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗙, ᵗʰ’ᵈʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵃˢᵗᵃʳᵈ 'ᵃ TRITONIS: ᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵉˡᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃ 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 ᵇᵒᵐᵇᵒʳᵃ / 𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎 DRUNKEN with ᴳᴿᴼᴳ & 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄.

𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽’𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙶: 𝟿𝚃𝙷 , 𝙵𝙴𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 . ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᴼᴿᴿᴼᴿ tales ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉʳᶜʸ ʳᵉᵉᶠ 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇 ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵉᵉʳ ᵐᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ mystique. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. A SIREN SONG . . . ⁱ will ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ & ˢʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˡᵐˢ ᵒᶠ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. ❛ ᴮᴿᴵᴺᴳ 'ᴱᴿ ᴵᴺ , 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔. 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 . . . ❟

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