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เฉโฉโงโห ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ! โยทห เผ *
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
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๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐ซ๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐
๐พ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ (๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐บ๐
)
๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ?
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐จ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐.
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐ฆ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐
๐พ๐พ๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ก๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ฏ๐
๐๐ ๐จ'๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐บ๐
๐๐๐พ
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐ฆ๐๐พ๐บ๐, ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐๐
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐ง๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ?
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ฏ๐พ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ข๐บ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐พ
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐ถ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐๐บ๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐ธ๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐
๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐ซ๐๐
๐บ
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ โ๏ธ
๐ฒ๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ธ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
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๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆโ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฎ๐ค๐ก๐ค ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ ๐ธ ๐ก๐ค ๐ง๐ ๐ต๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐
๐ฃ๐ ๐ณ๐ค ๐ถ๐จ๐ณ๐ง ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฌ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ก๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ง ๐ถ๐ง๐ ๐ณ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐ ๐จ๐ฃ ๐ง๐ค ๐ถ๐ ๐ญ๐ณ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐จ๐ณ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค
๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ฑ๐จ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ค๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐จ ๐ฒ๐ ๐จ๐ฃ ๐ธ๐ค๐ ๐ง
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ ๐ญ๐ฃ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ณ ๐ณ๐จ๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ค๐ค๐ณ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฏ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ค๐ฑ
๐ง๐ค ๐ถ๐ง๐ ๐ณ ๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐ ๐จ๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ง๐ค ๐จ๐ญ๐ณ๐ค๐ฑ๐ต๐จ๐ค๐ถ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฆ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐จ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ ๐ซ๐ซ๐ธ ๐ง๐ ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฆ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ด ๐ก๐ค๐ณ๐ณ๐ค๐ฑ ๐ช๐จ๐ฒ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐ง๐ณ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ถ๐ง๐ ๐ณ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ธ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ช๐ญ๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ด๐ข๐ง ๐จ ๐ง๐ ๐ณ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ ๐ช๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ
๐ณ๐ง๐ค ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ต๐ค๐ฒ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ถ๐ค๐ซ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ด ๐ง๐ ๐ต๐ค ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐จ๐ณ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐จ ๐ฒ๐ค๐ค ๐ณ๐ง๐ค ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต๐ค ๐ก๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ค๐ญ ๐ด ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ช ๐ค๐ต๐ค๐ญ ๐ณ๐ง๐ ๐ณ ๐จ๐ญ๐ณ๐ค๐ฑ๐ต๐จ๐ค๐ถ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฃ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ญ๐ธ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ง๐ค ๐ฅ๐ค๐ค๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐ ๐ณ๐ค ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ซ๐๐
๐บ, ๐ณ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐'๐
๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ค๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ
๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐พ๐๐บ๐๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ฎ๐๐บ๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จ'๐
๐
๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐
๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐พ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ณ๐๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ป๐พ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
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๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ !
โฅ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ณ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐,๐๐๐,๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๏ผ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ.
โโ ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ณ ๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ย ย ๐๐๐ ๐
๐บ๐
๐บ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐กย ย ๐๐๐ ๐ซ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ย ย ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐ง๐ค ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ค
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ย ย ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ย ย ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐
๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ซย ย ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ย ย
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐
๐ ๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ย ย ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ย ย ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฟ๐ ๐คฃ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ย ย ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ซ๐ธ๐ณ๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐ง๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฑ๐ญ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐กย ย ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ ๐ณ
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐
๐ฃ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐
เฉโฉโงโห ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐๐ ! โยทห เผ *
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ around the Christmas market, laughing and talking. They were just there for fun, well Lyla was there for Tom and Tom just wanted to go because he's always been since he was little, which is what he told the blonde girl.
"Hey, want to take a picture with Santa?" Lyla smirked as she looked towards where the fake Santa guy was. Tom looked in the direction she was facing towards and chuckled. He gently placed his hand into the palm of Lyla's, the two strolling towards Santa.
Lyla loved Christmas. She loved the vibes it brought. Most of all she loved presents. But this year she found the best present she could ever ask for. Lyla found Tom. She finally found home.
"Merry Christmas!" Santa exclaimed, looking at the two. "You two are a lovely couple!" He smiled at Tom and Lyla.
"My girlfriend truly is an angel." Tom smiled, holding tightly onto her hand. Lyla was going through all sorts of emotions right now. I mean, did Tom even realise he called Lyla his girlfriend? Did he mean it? She could feel her heart beat pace faster. This had to be a dream right? She thought.
Lyla hadn't even realised that they had also taken a picture. She was too busy in her thoughts. "Have a jolly day!" Santa waved goodbye at the two who walked away.
The two walked around the market in silence, until Tom stopped and broke it. "Do you want hot chocolate?" He softly asked her, looking down at her.
"Did you mean it?" Lyla immediately asked. She didn't mean to blurt it out, but it just slipped. Tom tilted his head and frowned.
"What do you mean?" Tom confusingly asked her. Lyla bit her lip and sighed.
"Tom, are we going to ignore what you said about me in the interview? How you said you loved me but corrected it? How you just said I was your girlfriend? Because what even are we!? I like you and you like me and I just don't want to be friends anymore!" Lyla exclaimed, her feelings being all over the place. Tom was speechless. It took him a second to regain himself and get what Lyla said into his head.
"I like you too! More than a friend and I didn't think you would feel the same way." Tom softly said, looking down at the girl.
"Tom I have been giving you signals since I released Enchanted." Lyla sighed, looking into her favourite blue eyes.
The two stood in silence for a minute before Tom finally built up the courage to ask her question he had been wanting to say for a while. "Well, Lyla Rose, would you like to be my girlfriend?" Tom asked the girl, a smile creeping onto his face.
Lyla immediately nodded, a smile also reaching her face. "Yes!" She happily exclaimed.
"Kiss!"
A startled Tom and Lyla looked down to see a young girl staring at them in awe. "Kiss her then!" She said, looking at Tom. "You're under a mistletoe so you have to kiss. My mother says it's also good luck!" The young girl giggled.
A speechless Tom and Lyla looked up at the mistletoe that was above them. The Birmingham boy looked down at the blonde girl, a smirk on his face.
"Boy if you don't-"
Before the little girl could say anything, Tom crashed his lips on Lyla's. His lips melted against her soft as the two passionately kissed. Both of them had been craving for this since the day they met and now it was finally time. They both felt all sorts of emotions. But one out stood them all.
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