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๊’ฐ ๐š“๐šž๐š—๐šŽ ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ ๊’ฑุ˜ โœŽแฐโบ โ˜๏ธŽโ‹†หš เผ˜.โ‹† โ˜ช๏ธŽโ‹†

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IT HAS BEEN ALMOST TWO YEARS SINCE, MAEVE CAROLYN SLOAN TRAGICALLY lost her mother. maeve's once happy-full heart was still broken into pieces. but then again there isn't a way to just erase the pain of losing your mother. what didn't help in her grieving process was the fact that she almost lost her father as well, twice to be exact. the first time being when gary clark initiated a hospital shooting after the death of his wife. a total of eighteen people were shot and eleven died of their injuries

that night, mark sloan went back to his apartment acting like nothing happened. he didn't want to worry his daughter, seeing as he wasn't hurt. but maeve noticed something off about her dad, like any sudden noise startled mark. maeve only asked him once, if he was okay, and mark proceeded to say yes, that he was completely fine. the green eyed brunette didn't push the topic anymore, that is until once day at the hospital, alex spilled the beans about the shooting

the green eyed brunette was upset at her father for a whole week, seeing as he kept the shooting a secret. it wasn't until mark sloan made her a promise that he wouldn't keep no more secrets, also including that if he ever found himself in any type of danger, that he would immediately tell maeve if there was a chance






as for the second time that maeve sloan almost lost her father, well that was happening right now. mark sloan along with lexie grey, meredith grey, cristina yang, arizona robbins, and derek shepherd had gotten into a plane crash while flying to boise memorial to assist with a conjoined twin surgery. due to crashing into the woods, the surgeons were not found until four days later, which was gut wrenching for the sixteen year old

but on the day of the accident, maeve had a gut feeling that something was very very wrong. after saying goodbye to her father in person, just before he left seattle grace, mark promised to text her all the way until he landed. they were texting until mark wasn't responding. the second twenty minutes passed, she started becoming anxious. then an hour passed, then two, three and when it turned to four, that's when she started panicking

she tried calling dr. webber and dr. bailey but nobody was answering, she messaged dr. hunt and dr. torres but nobody was answering. it wasn't until, she basically ran to seattle grace and ran into george. she expressed her anxiety and george got her to calm down. he eventually spoke with miranda bailey and richard webber, who later informed owen hunt

miranda bailey bursted into the boise memorial hospital's icu floor, with maeve sloan hot on her trail. the female medical receptionist was quick to stand up from her station upon seeing the two "i need to see dr. mark sloan" miranda instructed the lady

the medical receptionist seems to have been around her late 20's, she glanced over to maeve who's cheeks were stained with dried up tears "only family is allowed" the lady explains, before glancing from miranda to maeve "are youโ€”"

miranda didn't have the patience to deal with her, so she quickly cut her off "we wouldn't be asking if we weren't. now take us to dr. sloan, so his daughter can see him" miranda knew that the lady was just trying to do her job, but she had a extremely worried niece who just wanted to see her father. now being deathly afraid of miranda, the medical receptionist was quick to inform what icu room, mark was being held in

in seconds, both miranda and maeve were right outside the room. miranda glanced over to maeve "i'll be right out here, if you need me" she assured the sixteen year old

maeve nods as tears fills her green eyes again. just seeing the conditions her father is in, it brought her back to the night she lost her mom, all her cuts and bruises still burned into her memory. carefully opening the glass door, she stepped right in and walked up to the hospital bed where her father laid in. the moment she stood beside her father's bed side, a small sob escaped her lips. she wanted for the world to swallow her whole, she couldn't bare to loss the last parent she had. if mark sloan were to die, maeve sloan's heart wouldn't be able to handle it. a huge part of the sixteen year old would die along with him

it was four long agony days that mark sloan was stranded out in the woods. and it was four long agony days that maeve sloan was without her father, knowing absolutely nothing about him. but now the green eyed brunette was reunited with her father, she carefully sat on his hospital bed and she wasted no time in placing her hand with his "i can't lose you too" she whispers, the tears she tried holding back came rolling down her cheeks "i need you" she carefully scooted down on the bed to be able to lay down beside him. her head rested carefully on his hand while their hands were still intertwined. her teary green eyes stayed staring at the white wall, the only sound heard was from the heart rate monitor "please don't leave me"





after the surgeons were all stable, they were flown back to seattle, all sedated of course. maeve had to fly back with julia canner, mark's newest girlfriend. julia had tried to see mark during his very few days at boise, but they wouldn't let her in, due to not being family. maeve thought that after being told that from the doctors, julia would leave. but she didn't, she ended up stay with maeve during those few days. julia knew how much mark loves his daughter and how much he cares for her. she didn't want the sixteen year old to be alone. especially, since mark kept coding. the doctors were luckily able to get him back each time. but then they would sedate him with medicine, so maeve never got the chance to speak with him. but she did get to speak with lexie grey. due to the crash, lexie had a part of the plane crushing her legs and pelvic, but the part wasn't too drastically heavy and thankfully mark, cristina, and meredith were able to lift it off of her. the only thing, is that she would have to get surgery to fix her damaged nerves

not until arriving to seattle. the second the sedation wore off from the flight, mark asked to see his daughter. he couldn't even begin to imagine the pain he put her through. the second his sixteen year old rushed into his room, he noticed just how much this accident affected her. her once bright and happy green eyes were replaced with sad, puffy ones. she had dark circles under her eyes and she was dressed in one of his hoodies, which was very oversized on her "dad" maeve whispered in disbelief, her green eyes filling up with tears of relief

"get over here, munchkin" mark sighs in relief as he's finally reunited with his little girl. maeve wasted no time in walking over and carefully climbing into his hospital bed. she hugged her father like never before. mark felt weak but he pulled whatever strength he had left to wrap his hands around his little girl. he placed a kiss on her forehead "i'm so sorry" he whispers as he was fighting back tears

"you have nothing to be sorry for, dad" maeve admitted as she had her head laying on his chest

"yes i do" he continued as he recalls the conversation he had with arizona

โœˆ๏ธŽ ๐“œark sloan had his head rested on a couple pillows on top of arizona's legs. his face was paled, his life just hanging on by a thread "mark?" she calls out, trying to keep him awake

"i shoulda said it more often... that i loved her. i shoulda said it more often" mark confesses to the blonde. arizona was confused for a second before she realized that he was talking about maeve and not lexie

"she... she knows. i'm sure she knows"

"no she doesn't. i never got to spend time with her, not as much as i should've" he pours out his regret. for the last two years, he tried to be there for maeve, but he found himself spending more time at work than helping her grieve. and now he regretted that

"mark..." arizona whispered as she watch his eyes close "mark, hold on. okay, i need you-- i need you to hold on"

mark spoke just above a whisper "you'll be okay" his eyes found hers "you don't need me. you take care of our girls"

at the mention of sofia and maeve, arizona instantly shut it down "no. shut up. shut up. do you hear me? shut up"

"myleen's waiting for me. we'll be watching over maeve, you tell her that. i'll be okay"

"no! mark sloan, no!" arizona's voice breaking as she watches mark try to close his eyes "hey! no. no. sofia's waiting for you, and callie is waiting for you, lexie is waiting for you and i am waiting for you. and you know who else is waiting for you? that little girl who has given meaning and purpose to your life from the minute that you met her. mark, maeve needs you. she lost her mother... she can't lose you too" arizona could see tears fill his eyes "we're gonna go home together, okay?"

mark closes his eyes for a second as he takes in a deep breath before exhaling. he opens his eyes to find her's "okay" โœˆ๏ธŽ

"i'm sorry for ever letting myself think for a second that you'd be better off without me" he admits after telling her, his conversation with arizona

myleen's waiting for me. we'll be watching over maeve, you tell her that. i'll be okay. the second those words left mark's mouth, maeve couldn't help but let out a tiny sob. losing her mother, just when she was moving in with her and finally pushing the past between them, it completely shattered her into pieces. she often question why the world was so cruel to her. and receiving the news that her father had been in an airplane accident, well that just proved that the world was indeed cruel to her

it hurt mark deeply to see maeve crying, to see her holding onto him tightly, almost afraid that he'd disappear. maeve was silent for a few seconds before understanding why her father would think she'd be better off without him "you thought you were dying, i get it" she shrugs "and you never have to question if i know or not" she says, referring to when mark told arizona that she should've told her he loved her more often "because if there's anyone in this world who i'm sure loves me, i know it's always you" she assured him

the only person who was always able to get mark sloan to tear up was maeve sloan. she always brought out the soft side of the famous 'dirty mistress' or 'mcsteamy' that is mark sloan "you know, the best decision i ever made was deciding to raise that adorable three day old baby who came into my life unexpectedly. even, when i knew i wasn't fully ready to be a father or didn't even know what i wanted in life" he admitted as he rested his head on top of hers "i've never regret my decision, and i never will. you, maeve sloan, are the best thing to ever happen to me. i am so lucky to be your dad"






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๊’ฐ ๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™š ๊’ฑุ˜ เฟ เฟ”*:๏ฝฅ๏พŸ
i just realized i haven't updated since
thanksgiving ๐Ÿ˜ญ. i am so so sorry !

ยฐโ€ข*โ€โžท ๐“๐–พ๐— ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ
๐—‚ ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ: โžถ-อ™หš เผ˜โœถ

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หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ( ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ )
โคท ๐“•๐“ฝ. ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—…๐—’๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ, ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Ž๐—… ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐–บ๐—’๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐—‹๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—‚๐—๐—, ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ, ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐— ๐—€๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–พ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฒ ( ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐˜€๐˜๐˜†๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ )
โคท ๐“•๐“ฝ. ๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–บ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡, ๐–ผ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ, ๐—ƒ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—‹๐—‚๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡, ๐—€๐–พ๐—†๐—†๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡, ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—†๐–บ๐—๐—๐—๐–พ๐— ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐–บ๐—Œ, ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–บ ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐—‹๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—‚๐—๐—, ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ, ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—๐—’๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ( ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ )
โคท ๐“•๐“ฝ. ๐—‰๐—๐—ˆ๐–พ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—„๐—‚๐—‡, ๐–บ๐—…๐—’๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ป๐—‡๐–บ๐—†-๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐—’, ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‰๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐–บ๐—† ๐—“๐–บ๐–ป๐—„๐–บ, ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—๐—‡๐–พ๐—’ ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—€๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—…๐—‚๐–บ๐—† ๐—๐–พ๐—†๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—, ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–บ๐—‡, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ป๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฑ ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† ( ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐˜† ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ )
โคท ๐“•๐“ฝ. ๐—ƒ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡, ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—… ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡, ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—„, ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—…๐–พ๐— ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–บ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡, ๐–พ๐—†๐—†๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐— ๐—€๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–พ๐—…๐–ฝ, ๐–ผ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—†๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐–พ, ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐—…๐–พ๐—๐— ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐–ฟ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—€๐—, ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—‡๐—‚๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—„๐–พ๐—’, ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ป๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜ ( ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—น ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ )
โคท ๐“•๐“ฝ. ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–พ๐—‹๐—‹๐–บ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๐—“, ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–ป๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—Œ๐—„๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—€๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ, ๐—†๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ ๐–บ๐—๐—€๐–พ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ, ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Ž๐—… ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐—…๐–พ๐—’, ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–ผ๐—‹๐–บ๐–พ, ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—„๐–พ, ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Ž๐—… ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜†๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—น๐—น ( ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ )
โคท ๐“•๐“ฝ. ๐—†๐—‚๐—๐—‹๐–บ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—‹๐—‚, ๐—†๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‘, ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—๐—…๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐—‚๐–บ, ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—…๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–พ, ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐—’ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–บ, ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Ž๐—… ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—’๐—‡๐–ผ๐—, ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ( ๐—ท๐—ท ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ )
โคท ๐“•๐“ฝ. ๐—Œ๐—’๐–ฝ๐—‡๐–พ๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—’, ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‹๐— ๐—‰๐–บ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—„๐—ˆ๐—๐–บ ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐—‹๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‡๐—„๐—ˆ๐—, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—†๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ, ๐—ƒ๐–พ๐—‡๐—‡๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—, ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–บ๐—…๐–พ๐—‘๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ

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