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๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐






























เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ? โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”




































เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐‹๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐‹๐˜๐‹๐€ ๐’๐€๐“ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ ๐“๐‡๐„ restaurant Tom had picked out for the two to reconnect. She was excited, yet also nervous. When it came to Tom, Lyla would always stumble upon her words and become a flustered mess, and she had no idea why. Maybe because he is very attractive? Lyla thought.

The blonde was sat in the corner booth, hoping nobody would recognise her. Yes she loved her fans, but she wanted some alone time with Tom. Lyla just wanted it to be all about them two today. She wanted to just live in the moment and not worry about anything.

"What you thinking about, Love?" Lyla's stomach fluttered as she heard the accent she had grown to love to hear. The blonde looked up to see the familiar blue eyes she had remembered. He looked gorgeous. He was simply breath taking.

"Tom." Lyla softly said. A heartwarming smile made its way onto Lyla's lips as she watched the Birmingham boy take a seat in front of her. Tom smiled back at her, and that made Lyla's heart beat faster.

"How are you?" Tom asked the blonde girl, feeling his own heart beat faster. He had spent the whole day just imaging this moment and now he was finally here in front of the girl he had been thinking of since the movie premiere.

"Happy now that you're here." Lyla boldly responded making Tom let out a chuckle, a flush of red forming on his cheek.

"Are you hungry?" Tom cleared his throat and asked the blonde girl as he picked up a menu before them. Lyla nodded, looking down at the menu that Tom held out for them. As the two picked out their food, a waiter came towards them. The two shared their orders with the waiter and then he left.

"Anything about you that I should know?" Tom smirked as he stared at Lyla. "You know apart from making a song about a guy you met." He teased. Lyla felt her cheeks heat up at the mention of the song she wrote for Tom.

"You loved it though, didn't you?" Lyla watched as Tom tilted his head and nodded in agreement. He could not stop listening to it. He loved her voice and he loved how she also felt the same way he felt. "I bake for fun sometimes." Lyla shared. "What about you?"

"I play guitar in my free times." Tom responded, making Lyla swoon. He could not get anymore attractive. "Also piano." The British boy added on.

"No way!" Lyla gasped. "No you have to play for me." She immediately said, a grin on her face.

"I'm not as good as you are though, trust me." Tom chuckled. "But I'll do it." He said.

Lyla nodded and smiled. "You know you looked very hot playing snow. Made me forgot that he was a bad guy." Lyla admitted to Tom who leaned his head back and laughed. "What!? What did I say that was funny!?" She exclaimed, scrunching her face in confusion whilst also smiling.

"I've just heard so many people say that and it's funny." Tom admitted. "But I did enjoy playing younger snow, it was fun. I also enjoyed being blonde." He said.

"I prefer your brunette curls, but blonde haired you was very handsome." Lyla giggled.

As Tom and Lyla began talking more about each other, they both could not help but blush when an elderly couple walked past them and called them a cute couple, neither of them correcting the elder couple.

As the two ate their food and talked to each other about majority of the things in their lives, Lyla immediately pointed at the window. "Tom, it's snowing!" Lyla gasped as she looked outside the window, seeing snow fall down. Lyla loved the snow. She loved building snowman's or having snowball fights with her friends.

Tom's heart warmed at the sight of Lyla being obsessed with the snow. The boy found himself already at peace when it came to her. He adored how her eyes sparkled in awe. He adored how she would get excited over little things. He loved her smile. In his eyes Lyla Rose was perfect.























เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ‘,๐Ÿ—๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ,๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐žย ย  ๐–จ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ?

โ”โ” ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ


๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ž๐›๐ž๐ซ๐จ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ณ ๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ฒ ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ฅ๐–ค๐–ค๐–ซ ๐–ซ๐–จ๐–ช๐–ค ๐–ข๐–ง๐–ฑ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐–ฌ๐– ๐–ฒ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ฒ ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฌ๐–ค๐–ค๐–ค๐–ค๐–ค๐–ค๐–ค
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฌ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ง๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ฒ๐–ค๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ฃ ๐–ฏ๐–จ๐–ข ๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ฆ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ถ ๐–ฅ๐– ๐–ต ๐–ฏ๐–จ๐–ข ๐–ฅ๐–ฑ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰ ๐—‘๐—‘๐—‘
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—„๐—’๐—Œ ๐—‘๐—‘๐—‘
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ฅ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐– ๐–ช๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ณ ๐–ฑ๐–ญ ๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ฆ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ฏ๐–จ๐–ข ๐–ฒ๐–ช๐–จ๐–ซ๐–ซ๐–ฒ ๐–ฅ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ ๐–ฒ๐–ค๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ฃ ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ค ๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฒ๐– ๐–ญ๐–ค ๐Ÿคฏ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ฌ๐–ฎ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—๐—๐—’ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—‚๐— ๐—Œ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—„ ๐Ÿ’€
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—‹
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—๐—๐—ˆ'๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—Ž๐—’ ๐Ÿ˜ญ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐–จ๐–ณ ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฌ ๐–ก๐–ซ๐–ธ๐–ณ๐–ง???
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–จ ๐–ฒ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฏ๐–ฏ๐–ฏ๐–ฏ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ญ๐š๐ฒ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐—Œ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐Ÿ˜ญ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—‚ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—‰๐—๐—ˆ๐–พ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‰
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—…๐–พ๐–ฟ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐— ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐œ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ ๐–ฒ๐–ญ๐–ฎ๐–ถ๐–ก๐– ๐–ซ๐–ซ ๐–ฅ๐–จ๐–ฆ๐–ง๐–ณ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ถ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ฎ๐–ฏ ๐–ถ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ฎ๐–ฏ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’






















เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ,๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”,๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐กย ย  ๐–ณ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—

โ”โ” ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ


๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ ๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ฆ ๐–ฒ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฒ ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ ๐–ข๐–ด๐–ณ๐–ค
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐–ฟ๐—‹
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’



๐ฃ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐š ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐–ฝ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐Ÿ˜’
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐š๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ ๐–ถ๐–บ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—Œ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—?
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐Ÿ™„
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–จ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—€๐—‚๐—‹๐—…
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐–พ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—Œ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ” ๏ผˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐–พ๏ผ‰
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ซ๐–ฃ ๐–ด๐–ฏ ๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ข๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ญ ๐–ฃ๐–จ๐–ฃ ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ง๐– ๐–ต๐–ค ๐–  ๐–ฆ๐–ฅ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐–ซ๐–ธ๐–ซ๐– ???
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—…๐—’๐—…๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—Ž๐—
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—‹๐—‡
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—‚ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ข๐–ง๐– ๐–ญ๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ฃ ๐– ๐–ก ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฌ!!??
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–ธ๐–ฎ๐–ด ๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ซ๐–ธ๐–ซ๐– 
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–พ๐—‹๐—† ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐–พ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


































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