𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.
𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐬𝐮𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐠𝐚, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥
✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚
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ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀʀᴇ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɪᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ
" 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞."
(Public diary in conversations)
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