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Avon and Quin headed out early the next day to get to Quin's old house. They drove in complete silence, Quin too worried to talk, and Avon trying to think of how she would confront Quin's mother. Avon stopped right outside the house and Quin took a deep breath. Avon looked at Quin,

"Hey, you sure about this?"

Quin nodded,

"Yeah, I gotta get my stuff, right?"

Avon smiled proudly and nodded,

"Right,"

The two got out and Avon held Quin's hand in reassurance. Avon knocked on the door and an older woman answered and sneered at Quin,

"What are you doing back here?"

Avon immediately tugged Quin behind her and she looked up at Quin's mother,

"Hello, my name is Ace, I am here with Quin to get her things from her room. She will be living with me now,"

Quin's mother glared at Avon,

"And who gave you the right to do so?"

Avon smiled,

"You threw Quin out of your house, I have every single right to take a minor in under my roof. If you disagree I will gladly take you to court,"

Quin's mother nodded,

"Guess I will,"

Quin looked at Avon in pure fear, she didn't want to cause her favorite YouTuber so many problems. Avon smiled gently at Quin and nodded at her mother,

"Okay, well we still need her things until the court date and will continue needing them so if you will please step aside,"

Quin's mother glared at them in pure hatred but stepped aside to let them in.

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๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ
๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต-๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ต. ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ
๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต
๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด ๐˜ˆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ
๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜š.๐˜. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏg
๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ? ๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด. ๐˜‹๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต
๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ-๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ˆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ
๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ
๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜˜๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ
๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜•๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ
๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด
๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ
๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ˆ๐˜๐˜’ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ณ?
๐˜๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ? ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ.

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๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด? ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ

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๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง
@๐˜Œ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ_๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ.
๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜›๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ.

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๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐
@๐˜Œ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ_๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด
๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ
๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง.

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๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ญ
@๐˜Œ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ_๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ.

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๐’๐š๐ฉ๐ง๐š๐ฉ
@๐˜Œ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ_๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ,
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ
๐˜š๐˜”๐˜— ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ
๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ.

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๐Š๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐จ๐›๐ฌ_
@๐˜Œ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ_๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ
๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ.

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๐“๐ฎ๐›๐›๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž
@๐˜Œ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ_๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ
๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜บ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต
๐˜ˆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.

๏ฝก.๏ฝก๏ฝก:+* ๏พŸ ใ‚œ๏พŸ *+:๏ฝก.Meanwhile๏ฝก.๏ฝก:+* ๏พŸ ใ‚œ๏พŸ *+:๏ฝก.๏ฝก:+

Niki stared at her phone in pure shock. How could someone send that tweet? It's quickly getting retweets and some likes, but what she stared at was the growing amount of retweets. Niki heard her computer buzzing and saw that the VC in the DSMP discord was trying to call her. Niki couldn't bring herself to answer. She was scared about what will happen when Avon sees this tweet. She was petrified that it will cause Avon to go into another Relapse. Her phone kept going off and she sighed before turning off her computer to stop the noise. She knew that Avon wouldn't check her phone until she got home, which is where Niki and Quin will help her. Niki looked at her phone to see everyone trying to get her into a call. She sighed and finally accepted.

๐•‹๐•™๐•– โ„‚๐•™๐•š๐•๐••:
NIKI!

๐•Ž๐•š๐•:
Too loud Tommy!

๐”ฝ๐•’๐•ง:
Niki, is Ace okay?

Niki sighed as the call quieted down.

โ„•๐•š๐•œ๐•š:
She's not on her phone...she doesn't know yet,

๐”ป๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•’๐•’๐•ž:
Where is she?

โ„•๐•š๐•œ๐•š:
A fan called her yesterday asking for help. Quin, I'm pretty much certain all of you watched her stream until the end. Quin's mother kicked her out and now she is going to be staying with Ace until further notice. She doesn't have any of her things so Ace took her to her old home to get her things and talk to her mother.

Everyone in the call was shocked. While there were allegations and rumors going around about her, she was out helping someone and taking someone in.

๐•Š๐•’๐•ก๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ก:
What are we going to do?

Niki frowned in confusion,

"We?"

๐•‚๐•’๐•ฃ๐•:
Yes, we, she is our friend as well

๐”น๐•’๐••๐”น๐• ๐•ชโ„๐•’๐•๐• :
Has anyone heard from Quackity?

Niki's eyes widened,

"OH NO!"

Niki knew Alex would be pissed off at the tweet and he might do something stupid but not at the same time.

โ„•๐•š๐•œ๐•š:
I have to call him, I'll try to join again after

๐”พ๐•–๐• ๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•–:
Okay

Niki left the call and called Alex,

"Hello?"

"Alex! What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing really, why?"

"Have you been on Twitter?"

"Not since yesterday,"

Niki sighed out in relief.

"Why?"

"Please just don't get all pissed off at this dude...there was a user who kinda guessed what happened with Ave. I haven't addressed it yet because I don't know what to do,"

"WHAT?! wait I'm so gonna sue this bitch,"

Niki smiled softly,

"Yeah, I think we all will,"

"All?"

"Yeah, everyone else saw the tweet and spammed me to call them...Ave is out getting Quin's things from her old house,"

"Do you think Avon saw this?"

"No, I remember she turned off her phone before leaving,"

"Should we address this before she finds out?"

Niki sighed,

"I have no idea,"

"Do you have Quin's number?"

Niki nodded,

"Yeah,"

"Try calling her right now,"

"Great idea! I'll talk to you soon,"

"Yeah,"

Niki hung up and immediately went to Quin's number: โ„š๐•ฆ๐•– ๐Ÿ‘ป

"Hi Niki! What's up?"

"Quin! Did you leave yet?"

"We just left right now,"

"Don't check Twitter,"

"Why not?"

"Someone exposed Avon,"

"W-what? By expose you mean expose expose?"

"Someone said she tried committing during her two weeks off,"

"Oh my god,"

"Yeah,"

"What do I do?"

"Come ba-"

"Shit! I'll talk soon I think she opened Twitter!"

Niki's heart stopped as the call ended. She pulled the phone away from her ear and tried searching for Avon's location but her phone was still off and she didn't have Quin's location on her phone. She screamed out of frustration and grabbed her pair of keys and ran out of the apartment.

๏ฝก.๏ฝก๏ฝก:+* ๏พŸ ใ‚œ๏พŸ *+:๏ฝก.Meanwhile๏ฝก.๏ฝก:+* ๏พŸ ใ‚œ๏พŸ *+:๏ฝก.๏ฝก:+

Avon's heart stopped as she read the Tweet and felt tears leave her eyes. She felt someone hugging her and heard someone speaking but couldn't focus on anything. She felt herself being sat down and her phone left her hands. She glanced up and saw a blurry Quin in front of her. She was moving her mouth but Avon couldn't hear what she was saying. Quin tried shaking Avon,

"AVON!"

When she got no response she started panicking since she had no idea what to do,

"Avon, I'm right here, please respond. Please please,"

She teared up as Avon looked like she was looking through her. She glanced up when she heard running and saw Niki running to them,

"Niki! I-I don't know what to do,"

Niki slid next to her and grabbed Avon,

"Hey, Ave, it's Niki,"

Avon glanced at Niki, she still couldn't hear and could barely see. Niki glanced at Quin,

"We gotta get her to the hospital or home. She's in shock,"

Quin nodded,

"Alright, how do we get her up?"

Niki smiled tightly at her,

"I'll carry her to the car, I'll put her in the back and you sit next to her and keep trying to talk to her."

Quin nodded and the two got Avon to the car and Niki immediately got into the driver's seat and started speeding down the road to the hospital. Quin and Niki both got inside the hospital while carefully carrying Avon too. A nurse ran up to them,

"What happened?"

Niki frowned,

"Help, she's in shock,"

The nurse took Avon from them and sat her down in a chair. She flashed a light into Avon's eyes and frowned,

"She is in huge shock, what happened?"

Niki quickly explained the tweet and the nurse looked at Avon in pure sadness,

"I am so sorry,"

The nurse looked at Niki,

"I'll put her in a room for the moment, something like this might take a bit of trying to talk to her to get a response from her."

Niki and Quin nodded. They sat down next to Avon after being brought into a room. Niki glanced at Avon,

"Hey, remember after we met, my mom would not let you talk to me for a week because she was afraid that you would be a bad influence? Then you came over with a bunch of flowers to try to impress my mom...and it worked, she thought it was the cutest thing ever,"

Quin looked at the two and felt a pang of guilt. Niki looked at Quin and smiled sadly,

"Don't think this is on you, we thought that something like this could happen at some point. Just never thought it would happen so soon,"

Quin sighed,

"I know...it's just...she doesn't deserve any of this,"

Niki sighed and nodded,

"Yeah, life hasn't been easy on her at all. Do you want to hear her story?"

Quin nodded. Niki smiled sadly,

"When we lived in London together, she lost her family...and she was depressed for months...I came home one night to a note, I found her in her room and immediately called the ambulance. They revived her and she started streaming. She got better and enough money to move to New York to get away from the memories. Then she started getting a lot of hate and she almost relapsed. She tweeted out about her break and I called her and she told me. I told her that she better answer all of my calls if she was going to go AFK...then she didn't answer and I immediately called Alex because he was the only one who knew her full name and could get to her quicker than me,"

Quin felt a tear leave her as she hugged Avon even if she was still in shock,

"I-I'm so sorry you had to go through so much,"

Niki couldn't take it and pulled the two into a hug too. She let a tear fall as she tightened her hold on Avon and Quin. Avon glanced at the two and felt herself awaken. She hugged them. Niki looked at her,

"Ave?"

Avon smiled weakly at her,

"Hey,"

Niki let go of her and smiled brightly,

"How are you feeling?"

Avon frowned,

"Did I do anything?"

Niki immediately shook her head,

"No, you went into shock,"

Avon sighed,

"I'm sorry for worrying you both,"

Niki and Quin shook their heads,

"No,"

Avon smiled weakly at them,

"I'm okay...I just never thought about this happening,"

Quin smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her,

"Why don't we go home?"

Avon nodded,

"Yeah, alright,"

The three left after signing out Avon.

Niki quickly texted everyone saying that Avon will be alright. She shut her phone off after that. Avon looked at the two as they sat down,

"I want to go live,"

Quin and Niki looked at her in shock,

"Are you sure?"

Avon nodded,

"Yes."

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