"𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝑔ℴ𝓉 𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹"

Ditching school had become a common occurrence for Ophelia. She was beginning to question why she had even registered in the first place, especially when she received an email from the principal asking for a meeting on Friday. The girl had been quite surprised to say the least when she saw the name signing off the message, Gerard Argent. Ophelia had no doubt that he was asking to speak to her about her attendance due to accidentally forgetting to compel teachers on multiple occasions to mark her off as present in class when she wasn't.

Although, there was still a small feeling within her that was posing the all important question; did he know about her supernatural status?

Ophelia is internally praying that Scott isn't as stupid as she thought, and had told Allison Argent that she's indeed a hybrid of a werewolf and vampire. Despite his confident protests that his girlfriend is on the non-hunters side, Ophelia didn't have to think twice about where Allison's loyalties would always lie.

Family.

The most classic example is the family of Original vampires. Niklaus may dagger his siblings and place them in coffins for centuries due to being overwhelmed by hurt or betrayal, but at the end of the day, they all love each other. And Ophelia lived by their motto that family really is always and forever. No matter how hard she tried to get rid of them, the Mikaelsons would always be a part of her. They were stuck together like glue. Poorly glued together for majority of the time, but still.

Whether Allison wanted to admit it or not, she would first be loyal to her family. Ophelia is only counting down the days to when the teenage girl would surprise everyone and shoot an arrow into Scott McCall or Derek Hale.

The method that Ophelia had found actually worked to take her mind off things was simply killing people. It gave her a brief moment by focusing on someone other than herself, making sure that they weren't able to get away from her violently sharp fangs. More so, it's the blood that provides the best distraction. The immediate pleasure it gives her as soon as the substance hits her tongue, or the way their screams desperately plead for her to stop. The last part is only if she leaves out the compulsion for her victim to stay silent. She quite likes hearing the hopeless pleas as she slowly drains the life out of their bodies.

Finally reaching the front of the line, Ophelia sighs through her nose when the bouncer quietly scoffs at her and folds his arms, silently telling her, 'No fucking way.' He quickly changes his mind when seeing the girl's eyes glow an unnatural blood red, and he steps aside for her to enter the club. With a triumphant grin, Ophelia pats his shoulder in thanks as she brushes the curtain aside and is immediately hit with the loud pumping bass music.

Normally, a gay club wouldn't be her first preference of choice on a Thursday night. But due to the lack of public spaces around her, Ophelia is happy with anything. 'Anything' meaning loud music, alcohol, and people to drink from. Pushing past hordes of males moving their bodies suggestively to the music, she makes a beeline for the bar in the distance.

The blonde man behind the counter raises his eyebrows in exasperation at the girl when she folds her arms on the bench and leans forward. "Need some ID." Ophelia rolls her eyes and instead grabs onto the collar of his shirt, pulling his face considerably closer so their noses are almost touching. His eyes widen at the action and his cheeks flush pink in embarrassment. "Listen, I'm-"

"Not into girls, I don't care," she bluntly finishes off. She stares into his hazel eyes, both pairs of pupils dilating as she uses her compulsion to order a drink. "What I do care about, though, is getting a drink. Your most expensive bottle of tequila, free of charge."

Half an hour later and Ophelia has her eyes closed as she dances freely along to the current song playing in her ears. Her blonde hair cascades down behind her, the girl a stark contrast in the sea of males surrounding her. Yet strangely, no one is bothered or seems to care.

With the litre of tequila running through her blood stream, she's less focused on the heartbeats and more on enjoying herself. That also occasionally meant someone coming up and attempting to grind against her, only for the hybrid to violently shove them away and continue as if nothing had happened. When the music changes to something more upbeat, mischief dances in Ophelia's green eyes as a dangerous smirk toys on her lips. She scans the crowd around her before sauntering over to someone mixed deep in the centre of the floor. Even though the random man's eyes widen in surprise when her arms wrap around his neck, he quickly relaxes after listening to the girl's soothing voice commanding him to stay silent and still.

She allows her fangs to elongate as she deeply inhales and leans forward to harshly pierce her canines into the skin, causing an almost inaudible whimper leaving her victim's lips. To anyone else watching, it's as if the blonde is kissing his neck, leaving multiple love bites as a side effect.

In reality, Ophelia continues to drink the blood as her fingers tightly wrap around his biceps. She moans in content at the taste and pulls away, all her hybrid features on full display. She slowly brings a finger up to wipe the single droplet of blood off her chin and sucks it suggestively before giggling in an almost manic manner.

If any bystanders notice her monstrous qualities, they're either too high or too drunk to take the girl seriously like they should.

She steps backward and throws her head back, her body moving on its own accord to the beat. The hybrid feels alive. The taste of human blood lingers on her tongue, her mouth continuing to salivate as her head yells at her to initiate a kill. The drowning pulses of heartbeats seem to fall in sync with the loud thuds of the music and a wide smile spreads onto Ophelia's lips.

Until everything turns to complete chaos.

The screams that fill the air prompt the blonde's eyes to snap open, although for once she isn't the cause of the sounds. The crowd parts in a frenzy of terror to reveal multiple bodies on the ground. Ophelia's eyes widen in surprise and her face falls blank once more when realising that not only is each person still alive, but they have been rendered paralysed, exactly like she had been the other day.

"Oh, come on," she grumbles. Her jaw clenches in frustration as she spins around, trying to find any sign of the creature associated with the injuries on the floor. When she catches the end of the scale tail disappear into the ceiling, a snarl slips out of her lips. "You're dead, you fake ninja turtle." When a hand gently touches her exposed shoulder, she spins around with her eyes glowing their threatening colours. Even when realising it's Stiles, her demeanour doesn't falter. "No, no, I specifically avoided school so I wouldn't have to see you," she complains in annoyance.

"Why are you- never mind. Jackson's here," he frantically tells her. He nervously gulps when she quietly growls in reply the minute he mentions the name, and he flinches at the dark veins that suddenly emerge under her eyes.

"Lizard and Jackson? Great, just fucking great."

The boy with the buzz cut then sighs as he realises that she hadn't been privy to the events that had unfolded earlier that afternoon. "You don't know... Jackson's the kanima. Long story."

A blonde eyebrow raises in slight confusion. "What the fuck is a kanima?"

"The lizard thing," he impatiently states, wondering if she had just forgotten because her memory isn't the best, or because she simply doesn't give a shit.

"Right... Well, where is he? Even more reason to kill him."

Stiles eyes widen as he quickly follows after her as she storms out of the nightclub, her eyes darting around in various directions as she tries to find Jackson. "Wait- you want to kill him?"

"Yes," she candidly replies. "Where is he?"

"Firstly, I'm not totally against that. Secondly, I don't know," Stiles says in disappointment. "Scott stayed out here, so maybe he found him-"

"McCall's here? Fabulous," Ophelia mutters. "So, pretty much everyone I didn't want to see today is here?"

Stiles squints his eyes, and he purses his lips. "Um... Yes?"

Looking around, he grabs onto the hybrid's arm as he finally finds Scott crouched down next to a car with a bloodied body on the ground beside him. Once realising what he had done, Stiles quickly retracts his hand. Ophelia nods in approval. "You touch me again, and I'll break your hand."

"Got it," he whispers.

Running over to the werewolf and kanima, Ophelia lets her eyes shamelessly drag over Jackson's naked body, bruises and blood coating every inch of his skin. "Holy shit, Scott. You are violent."

The boy shakes his head quickly as he briefly glances at her. "No, it wasn't me." His eyes widen as he double takes. "Wait, what are you doing here?"

Ophelia rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her black tank top. "I was here to have a drink without the drama. This specific drama."

Stiles rubs the back of his neck nervously, gnawing on his bottom lip before asking, "Drink as in, alcohol?"

"Yes. That and blood."

"Holy God," the Stilinski mutters in disgust.

"Doesn't matter," Scott interrupts. "What do we do with him now?"

Ophelia takes another glance to her current arch nemesis and shrugs calmly. "Kill him."

"No," Scott firmly tells her.

When the hybrid locks eyes with Stiles, the boy rolls his eyes in disagreement with his best friend's opinion. Ophelia raises her eyebrows at Scott's rebuttal, causing the werewolf to shrink away from her. "How do we feel about torture?"

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After a little contemplation, Ophelia had decided to tag along with Scott and Stiles to see what they planned to do with Jackson. Her well thought out plan consisted of waiting for the pair to leave, then to interrogate the kanima in his human form before killing him.

It was that simple.

Apart from the fact that it really wasn't.

From the back of the car beside the unconscious teenager, she watches Scott jump back into the front seat and quickly start up a conversation. "I couldn't get anything out of Danny-"

"Doesn't matter," Stiles interjects, fiddling with his fingers impatiently. "Okay, can we just get the fuck out of here before one of my dad's deputies sees me?"

Ophelia's eyebrows raise as she quickly realises that his father is the Sheriff of Beacon Hills. "Aw, man, that's tough... Your dad's the Sheriff. Must be hard lying constantly-"

"Shut up," Stiles snaps.

Whilst the girl quietly giggles in amusement, loud sirens increase in volume as a car flashing with blue and red lights pulls up in front of the blue Jeep. "This just got fun," the hybrid comments.

"Oh, my God," Stiles rambles. "Oh, my God! Could this get any worse?"

"Yes," she immediately replies. As if to back up her statement, an unconscious Jackson groans from beside her.

Stiles turns around in his driver's seat to glare at them. "That was rhetorical!"

"How was I supposed to know that?" Ophelia counters back.

"Get rid of him," Scott tells Stiles, gesturing to the cop car.

"Get rid of him?" Stiles repeats in exasperation. "We're at a crime scene, and he's the fucking Sheriff!"

"Do something!" Scott exclaims. Stiles only rolls his eyes and dramatically waves his arms about before getting out the car, the door slamming shut behind him.

The two conscious supernatural teenagers watch him nervously walk up to his father standing metres away with a stern expression. Ophelia huffs a sigh as she stares at Jackson, reaching a finger out to trail along his jawline. "You know, he's actually quite pretty when he's knocked out."

Scott's eyes widen at her statement, and he glances back to her. "What?"

Jackson quietly groans once more, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly starts to sit up. "Wh-What's going on?"

Ophelia quietly scoffs at herself. "I spoke too soon..." Without any further thought, she reaches over and harshly slams his head down onto the flooring of the car, a loud clang following through the inside of the vehicle. "I've been wanting to do that for ages," she adds, pride heard in every word. She turns back to the front, going back to continue watching Stiles' awkward interaction with his father with the aid of her enhanced hearing.

"You're not gay," the Sheriff bluntly says.

"W-what? I could be!" Stiles exclaims back, his tone laced with offence.

"Not dressed like that."

Ophelia chuckles and leans forward through the middle of the front seats. "I like him."

"Jesus!" Scott jumps at her close presence, his hand over his racing heart as he scowls at her.

When Jackson stirs once more, quiet grunts leaving his lips, Ophelia turns around in vexation. "How the fuck isn't he knocked out yet?" She grins when the teenager groans as she punches him square in the face. "That's more like it."

"Ophelia," Scotthisses. He puts on an innocent smile and waves when the son and father looktheir way, discreetly grabbing onto her arm to turn her around.

The hybrid raises her head and only scowls, causing the Sheriff to furrow his eyebrows at her expression. He shakes his head and turns back to his son. "The truth, Stiles."

"The truth, all right..."

Ophelia's eyes narrow as she stares daggers into the back of Stiles' head. "I swear to Satan, if he's about to do what I think-"

"Well, the truth is we were here with Danny. Yeah, 'cause he just broke up with his boyfriend, so, you know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That-that's it."

The older man raises his eyebrows and points back to the unknown blonde in the back of his son's car. "Who's the girl?"

Stiles dryly swallows and glances back, his breath catching in his throat when he swears he sees a glimpse of her red eyes. "Um, that's Ophelia. Yeah, she's new. Uh, yeah, a new friend."

Sheriff Stilinski slowly nods at the explanations given. "Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends. And tell Ophelia she's welcome round for pizza anytime."

When Stiles opens the driver's door, he grimaces at the girl's expression. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You'd rather eat the both of us than the pizza."

Although she can tell that he had been joking, Ophelia hums in agreement, making both of the boys freeze in dread. "Yeah, I would, actually."

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"Okay, um, what about your house?"

Scott shakes his head at Stiles' suggestion. "Not with my mom there! We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

Stiles briefly glances over his shoulder to find the blonde female already staring at him. "What about your-"

"No."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yes."

Scott's eyebrows knit together in confusion as he turns around in his seat to look at her. "So, why can't we take him there?"

"I don't want to associate my safe place with this prick whenever I see it," Ophelia explains simply, her nose scrunched up in disgust at the thought. "He stays far away from my house."

"Fair point," Stiles quietly agrees. "You know what, I'm with Ophelia. I say we just kill him."

Her eyebrows raise in slight surprise, and she nods in approval. "I knew I liked you." His lips lift into aproud smile until Scott brings the mood down.

"We're not killing him," the McCall exclaims.

Ophelia shrugs when he glances at her pointedly, although she rolls her eyes when he turns back to the front. She finds it almost comical that the two boys believe she would actually listen to them. Not only has she only known Scott and Stiles for less than two weeks, but they're also missing the important part that she has no emotions. Which means she doesn't give a flying fuck whether Jackson lives or dies. Preferably dies. However, she can't deny that she has some curiosity about the kanima. She wants to find out what the creature is and why she had been targeted, twice. Then kill him. "Still think torturing would work," she voices.

"No!"

Stiles rolls his eyes at Scott's stern protests and huffs a sigh in defeat. "Okay, okay, I got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?"

He grimaces as his eyes momentarily move to his best friend, and his foot presses firmer on the gas pedal. "By now, don't you think that's a given?"

"I was trying to be optimistic," Scott mumbles.

"Don't bother."

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With the sun finally rising, Ophelia opens an eye as she leans against the tree trunk once hearing loud, infuriating yells from the stolen prison transport van containing Jackson Whittemore. "Stiles, McCall! I'm gonna kill you!"

"Aw, he's awake." The girl grins and points between said two boys next to her in glee. "He forgot about me."

"Ophelia, I'm going to fucking murder you!"

"He does know that murder is the same as killing someone, right?"

Stiles meets her narrowed eyes and shrugs his shoulders. "It's Jackson. Probably not."

A few minutes later, Scott has left to go and find Danny at the hospital with the hopes to try and question him about the behaviour of his best friend, Jackson. Which then left Stiles and Ophelia to deal with said angsty teenager.

Climbing into the back of the van, Stiles holds the door open for the hybrid to enter afterward. Both are instantly greeted by Jackson cuffed in metal chains. "Okay," the boy begins calmly. "We brought you some food-"

The minute Stiles sits down, Jackson lurches forward, startling him to the point where the boy jumps back up to force Ophelia to swap seats with him. "Let me out! Now!"

The female raises her eyebrows at the two hands that are reached out at the same level as her throat. She slowly drags her eyes up to Jackson's face, and she tilts her head to the side before darting her own hand out and snapping his wrist in half. The sickening crunch elicits a scream from Jackson, and Stiles winces as he looks away from the sight of the bone sticking out at an odd angle. "No more grabby hands," she strictly tells him, yet her voice is tinged with humour. "Anything again and I'll break your other arm."

Stiles hums and finally looks back to see Jackson clutching onto his very broken wrist. "I didn't hate that as much as I thought I would," he mumbles. When Jackson looks up with his tears now replaced by a scowl from hearing the boy's words, Stiles throws the backpack to the side and glares back. "You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So, don't think this is fun for me, either. You know, we're actually doing you a favour?"

Jackson grits his teeth together angrily as he looks between the two incredulously. Yet no one seems to take him very seriously as a tear rolls down his cheek from the pain."This is doing me a favour? You broke my fucking hand!"

"Yes, and you'll heal," Stiles tells him simply. "You're-you're killing people... to death. Yeah!" Ophelia raises an eyebrow at him, although she keeps her mouth shut as she waits for him to finish. "And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here." He digs through his backpack before holding out two packaged sandwiches. "Now, you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?"

"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?"

Ophelia gives a breathy chuckle. "Well, from what I've seen and heard so far, I don't think they care."

Stiles rolls his eyes and throws Jackson one of the sandwiches before pulling out his phone. "Not if they don't think that anything's wrong." He purses his lips and holds out the screen for the chained up teenager to read. "Yeah," he says, his lips twitching up into a smirk.

"'Stayed at afriend's house last night. Everything's fine. Love you,'" Ophelia reads aloudin satisfaction. "There you go, typical kidnapping for beginners. Neverforget the parents. Now, we talk, and you listen."

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"Scales? Like... a fish?"

Ophelia keeps her eyes shut as she corrects Jackson. "More like a slimy lizard, actually."

Stiles points a finger to her and nods in agreement. "Yeah, and, um, your claws have this liquid that paralyses people. Oh, and you have a tail."

Jackson's eyes widen as he looks between the pair in disbelief. "I have a tail?"

"Yeah, you have a tail," Ophelia reiterates.

"Mm. Does it do anything?"

Stiles shakes his head as he answers, "No, not that I know of."

Jackson lurches forward once more towards the human, and to Ophelia's surprise, Stiles remains calm and unflinching. "Can I use it to strangle the both of you?"

She clears her throat, bringing the attention over to her. "What did I say, Jacky?" At her words, Jackson suddenly blanches as his eyes instinctively flick down to his broken wrist. His shoulders tense when her eyes glow red and his back pushes back up against the metal wall of the van, trying to distance himself as far as possible from her. "One more chance."

"Of course, you're one of them," he states, but his confident tone wavers causing Ophelia to chuckle in amusement. "What are you going to do, kill me?"

She licks her lips, and a malicious smile slowly spreads onto her face. "Yep."

Stiles stares at Jackson in incredulity and heavily sighs. "How do you still not believe us? All right, the night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?"

"I went home," Jackson answers nonchalantly.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, you idiot," he replies in frustration. "What the fuck else would I do?"

Ophelia tilts her head to the side as she raises her hand, a finger dropping as she lists off different ideas. "Killing people, paralysing people, trapping people in pools... Those are just some suggestions, of course."

Jackson's eyes narrow when Stiles nods at her, confirming her words. "You attacked Ophelia, me, and Derek at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic-"

"Right in front of us, by the way," Ophelia interjects.

"Oh, yeah, that was lovely," Stiles adds. "And two of Argent's hunters."

Ophelia holds her hands up innocently, a sheepish smile lifting at her lips as she reveals her murder from the previous week. "All right, I'll admit it... One of the hunters was me."

Stiles stares at her shock, then after a few seconds he sighs. "Of course, you did. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny," he tells the boy.

Jackson shakes his head at the final statement. "Why the fuck would I want to kill my best friend?"

"If we knew that, we wouldn't be here, would we?" Ophelia retorts. She grimaces and retracts her words. "Actually, nope. We still would. Wait, no, you'd probably be dead by now."

"That's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now," Stiles informs the teenager in chains, ignoring her final threatening words.

"Mmm. Well, maybe, what he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!"

A genuine laugh leaves Ophelia's parted lips at his threat. "That's funny. That's really funny. You, send me to jail?"

Stiles on the other hand looks more apprehensive and he takes a deep breath. "All right, well, tell me this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

Jackson leans his head back against the metal wall and sighs. "Nothing. Nothing happened."

After Stiles reluctantly leaves the hybrid alone with their prisoner, Ophelia doesn't take long to get to what she's really here for. She leans forward and her voice becomes soft and deadly calm. "All right. I'm not doing the 'We're keeping you safe' way because frankly I don't care about your safety."

He dryly swallows and shifts uncomfortably on the bench seat. "What do you want?"

A smile adorns her face at how his true emotions now reveal themselves once finding himself in front of a credible threat. "That's more like it. Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat right now."

His face drains of all once more at her deadly serious threat. "Look, I seriously don't know what I did. But I've got money, I can pay you-"

The boy is cut off by a loud scoff. "You think I want money?" Ophelia questions with a short laugh. "Jackson, I've got more money than both your parents have earned throughout their lifetime. I don't need cash."

His voice lowers to a whisper instead. "What do you want then? I don't want to die."

Ophelia sweetly smiles and leans forward to bring a red manicured nail down his cheek. "I don't care what you do or don't want. It's not about you. You hurt me. Nobody hurts me." The van falls quiet as the hybrid trails off into thought, Jackson staring at her, paralysed by fear. "You know what, I'm gonna let you go," she announces.

His eyes widen in surprise at the mood swing, a complete switch to the threats she had been making seconds earlier. "What?"

"I said, I'm going to let you go."

He stares at her in confusion as she bends back the cuffs on his wrists and easily snaps them off. He uses his uninjured hand to cradle his broken wrist before looking up to her. "Why?"

"This back and forth is getting kind of boring. Someone's gotta stir up some drama. Oh, I'm lying, sorry. I'm just really tired right now. Been up for more than twenty-four hours and that takes a toll on a girl, you know?" The hybrid quietly giggles and roughly pats his shoulder, ignoring the way his heart jumps at the contact. "But don't act so surprised when I eventually show up in front of your house, lure you out, and rip your heart out. Okay?"

Jackson's face falls at her response, almost as if he had been hoping for her to have some sliver of sympathy or remorse for her actions and the responsibility she had played in kidnapping him. "Right," he mumbles.

Ophelia grins and clasps her hands together. "Okie dokie, then, off you go." Jackson gawks at her for another few seconds before scrambling up and climbing out the van, before racing off into the trees. She rolls her eyes and gets out the vehicle to find Stiles on his phone a few metres away, seemingly having no idea of what has just happened.

He glances up to her for a second, then casts his gaze back down to continue typing. "Go okay?"

She nods, but her eyes narrow upon hearing footsteps quickly approaching. "Who'd you invite?"

The human's eyebrows furrow. "... Maybe it's Scott?"

Ophelia sucks in a deep breath at the scent that hits her nose. Allison. She doesn't look back as she uses her vampiric speed to dart away from the scene, ignoring Stiles protests of surprise at her sudden departure. After a minute of running, she shifts into her werewolf form and her feet hit the leafy ground as paws. The white wolf jumps over a fallen log before heading back down the trail leading towards her home. She quickly halts upon hearing the yells of alarm behind her.

"Jackson! Where did he go?"

"He got out? Did you let him out?"

"No! Why would I- shit... Ophelia."

𝘏𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!

𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦 5. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘓𝘺𝘥𝘪𝘢. 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 6!

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘖𝘧𝘪'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

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