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๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ซ๐š๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ




























เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

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





































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 ๐—๐—‚๐–บ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—† ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’ !






























เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐„๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐“๐€๐˜๐‹๐Ž๐‘ ๐’๐–๐ˆ๐…๐“, ๐‹๐˜๐‹๐€ ๐‘๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐“๐Ž๐Œ ๐๐‹๐˜๐“๐‡
๐’๐๐Ž๐“๐“๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐“ ๐‡๐„๐€๐“๐‡๐‘๐Ž๐– ๐€๐ˆ๐‘๐๐Ž๐‘๐“!

๐‘๐„๐‚๐„๐๐“๐‹๐˜, ๐†๐‹๐Ž๐๐€๐‹ ๐’๐”๐๐„๐‘๐’๐“๐€๐‘ ๐“๐€๐˜๐‹๐Ž๐‘ Swift has been spotted with Pop singer Lyla Rose, and Actor Tom Blyth. They were seen laughing and talking together, but the reunion between these Swift and Rose has sparked a curiosity within the fans.

As we know, Rose posted a picture with Blyth in the plane, which we now know to be Swift's private jet. Also, today is the very first night of the London show at Wembley Stadium for the Eras Tour.

However, Rose is not an opener for Swift, so could she just be watching the show for tonight? Or could one of the surprise songs include a duet between Swift and Rose as they share two songs together? Guess we have to wait till tonight to find out if Rose is going to be on stage tonight.





































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

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‹๐Ž๐๐ƒ๐„ ๐’๐ˆ๐๐†๐„๐‘ ๐‹๐„๐“ out a nervous sigh before looking into her boyfriends eyes to find comfort in them. This is the first time in three years since she's actually been on stage. Since she's sung to a whole crowd. It was a scary feeling, but she knew the second she would step onto the stage and out into the crowd, the worrying feeling would disappear.

"Deep breaths, okay?" Tom softly breathed out, letting Lyla copy his actions. The two took three deep breaths in and out, repeating it until Lyla felt steady and easy. "You're going to do a fantastic job out there, and if you ever feel worried, just look towards the vip section, and you'll see me." He respond. Lyla nodded, watching as Tom kissed her knuckles before kissing her lips.

"Tom, my lipstick." Lyla giggled, wiping the lipstick on Tom's lips, before quickly sorting her own out. Tom smirked, hugging his girl one last time, before watching her step onto the thing that would take her up on stage. "Are you ready for it?" Tom asked her. Lyla chuckled as he quoted a Taylor Swift song.

The blonde looked over towards her boyfriend and nodded, a smile on her face. As she was handed a microphone, the Rose girl heard the sound of the audience cheering louder and louder as Taylor spoke. In a quick second, Lyla looked back at Tom who gave her a thumbs up, before hearing the crowd go wild at the mention of her name being mentioned, and then she was on stage.

"Lyla Rose, everyone!" Taylor exclaimed, pointing towards the blonde girl who was walking towards her, waving and blowing kisses to everyone in the crowd. The sound of people giving her so much love and support made her smile that it hurt her face.

As she approached Taylor, the two singers took each other into a comforting hug, the crowd going even more wild. Both of them smiled, pulling away from the hug. The Rose girl ran a hand through her blonde hair, her eyes meeting her boyfriend, who she saw not just long ago. The Birmingham boy cheered on for his girlfriend, making her laugh.

"Hi, everyone!" Lyla finally said into the microphone. "Is everyone enjoying the show because I know I am!" The blonde girl yelled, everyone else cheering on.

"I'm really happy you decided to join us tonight." Taylor smiled, holding onto Lyla's hand, the blonde girl thanking Taylor for allowing her to join for tonights show.

As Lyla looked towards the audience, she brought her microphone closer towards her mouth. "Is everybody ready for a song Taylor and I wrote together?" She asked the crowd, who practically screamed. Both the blondes laughed. "Great, it's called I Think He Knows." Lyla announced the song, the tune to it playing in the background.

"Make some noise!" Taylor exclaimed, holding her microphone into the air as Lyla began singing the first verse. The whole crowd joined in on the singing, including Tom. I think majority of the people in the crowd realised that Lyla was looking at Tom whilst singing the song she wrote for him, and they absolutely loved it.

โ ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐— ๐—†๐—’ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—
๐–ฒ๐—„๐—‚๐—‰๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐—๐— ๐– ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—Ž๐–พ
๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—, ๐—ˆ๐—! ๐–จ ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡
๐–ถ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—'๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐–พ
๐–ซ๐—‚๐—„๐–พ, ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–จ ๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡'๐— ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—‚๐—†
๐–จ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ โž

The blonde sang, a huge smile on her face. She missed performing so much, and she could not wait to go on her own tour soon... which is soon to come. As she looked towards Tom, once again, she winked at him, finishing off her part with a note change, making fans go wild.

โ ๐–จ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ
๐–ถ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–บ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ
๐–จ'๐—…๐—… ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—†๐—’๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ'๐—…๐—… ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’ โž

Taylor sang, her and Lyla walking towards each other, the two standing on the part of the stage where it slowly lifted up.

โ ๐–จ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ
๐–ง๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡
๐–ฎ๐—‹ ๐–จ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ
๐–ข๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐— โž

Taylor finished off singing her part, looking towards Lyla who grinned, pointing towards the audience, most specifically her boyfriend.

โ ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–จ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡
๐–จ ๐–บ๐—† ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—, ๐–จ'๐—† ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ
๐–ง๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—†๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’ ๐–จ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ โž

She smirked, blowing him a kiss to which the Birmingham boy caught, placing it on his heart. Then, she looked back towards Taylor who tilted her head to the side before doing a high note. "Boy I Understand." The second Taylor did the high note, fireworks behind them started to go off, which made the audience go wild.

Lyla and Taylor finished off singing their song, and as they did, the whole crowd applauded and cheered for them. The blonde singer looked around the stadium, her eyes sparkling as a huge smile formed on her face. This is the feeling she missed, and she couldn't wait to experience it again soon.

Looking towards the vip section, she saw as Tom mouthed 'I love you', Lyla copying his actions, which made everyone awe at them, even Taylor. Taylor and Lyla shared one last hug, before the Rose girl waved goodbye to the audience, exiting the stage.





































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 ๐—๐—‚๐–บ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—† ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹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 ๐—๐—‚๐–บ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—† ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’ !








































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ก๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘,๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘,๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ณ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–ณ๐–บ๐—’๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐Ÿ’• ๐–ฒ๐–พ๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐— ๐Ÿ˜‰ (๐—‰.๐—Œ ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ป๐–ฟ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ๐—Œ)

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ณย ย  ๐–ฎ๐–ง ๐–ค๐–ฌ ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ณ๐–ฅ ๐–ญ๐–ฎ ๐–ถ๐– ๐–ธ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–จ ๐–ข๐– ๐–ญ๐–ณ ๐–ก๐–ค๐–ซ๐–จ๐–ค๐–ต๐–ค ๐–จ๐–ณ ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฎ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐กย ย  ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ญ๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฌ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ง๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ฎ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—Ž ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—Œ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ถ๐–ค ๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–ฏ๐– ๐–ฒ๐–ณ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐Ÿ˜ญ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–จ๐–ณ ๐–ถ๐– ๐–ฒ ๐–ฑ๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–จ ๐–ถ๐– ๐–ฒ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–จ ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ฌ๐–ค๐–ฌ๐–ก๐–ค๐–ฑย  ๐–จ๐–ณ ๐– ๐–ซ๐–ซ ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฎ ๐–ถ๐–ค๐–ซ๐–ซ
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–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—“ ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ธ ๐–ฒ๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–จ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ช ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ช๐–ญ๐–ฎ๐–ถ๐–ฒ ๐–ถ๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ณ ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ง๐– ๐–ณ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


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


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—ˆ๐— ๐—…๐—’๐—…๐–บ ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿข๐Ÿข% ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—
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—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ฝ
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–จ ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ต๐–ค ๐–ด 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–จ ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ต๐–ค ๐–ธ๐–ฎ๐–ด ๐–ฌ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ค
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ถ ๐–ซ๐– ๐–ธ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ ๐–ฏ๐–จ๐–ข๐–ณ๐–ด๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ฒ ๐–ซ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ฒ ๐–ฆ๐–ฎ
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—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—‰๐–บ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹ ๐Ÿ˜Œ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ฅ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—๐— ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ 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–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ
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–ญ๐–ฎ๐–ก๐–ฎ๐–ฃ๐–ธ ๐–ฆ๐–ฎ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ณ๐– ๐–ซ๐–ช ๐– ๐–ก ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ซ๐– ๐–ฒ๐–ณ ๐–ฏ๐–จ๐–ข๐–ณ๐–ด๐–ฑ๐–ค
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ค๐—‹๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ณ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ (๐–ข๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–ต๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡)
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’





































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