"𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚"
𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨...
♪ 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙟𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚 - 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩 ♪
DURING THE FIRST FEW WEEKS after Big John's disappearance, Blue waited around for a sign that he was alive.
She had never gotten one, of course, but she still waited. For days, she would sit around the Chateau or visit her father's favorite places and look for any kind of clue that he was okay - that he hadn't died despite what everyone else believed. But with each passing sunrise and sunset, her hope had shrunk down like a dying flame, and she stopped waiting. She had almost accepted the fact that her father was most likely long gone, but then they found that goddamn compass, and hope began to spark once again.
Now, it was completely aflame, bright and hot and smothering the girl's entire being. Her father's handwriting was staring back at her, her name written in his sharp and nearly illiterate script, and Blue was on fire.
John B was staring at the envelope from over her shoulder, his eyes wide and stance timid. "This is from our dad." He mumbled.
The girl ran her fingers over the words that adorned the white envelope, her mind slipping away from her surroundings as her focus found its home in the message that rested in her hands. In the background, she could hear Kiara climbing out of the mausoleum and JJ sparking up a joint just a few feet away. As Pope and Kie sent mixed looks full of wide eyes and proud smiles to the Routledges, JJ stood guard, alerting them when he heard a set of tires pull up to the grave.
"Code red. Code red." The blond spoke up, clouds of smoke escaping his lips as he voiced the warning. Blue's eyes finally left the envelope and latched onto him. "Square groupers! Square groupers!" JJ turned, running as he ushered them all to hide beside the concrete structure.
Blue could feel her limbs start to freeze just as they had back at the Chateau, but before she could become a statue, Kiara placed her hands on Blue's shoulders in order to move the girl along. "Go!"
"It's the guys who robbed your house!" JJ exclaimed towards John B and Blue, not helping ease the girl's racing heartbeat.
A bright light flashed towards them, causing them to cower against the mausoleum, the web of vines brushing against their skin and clothes as they hid. Subconsciously, Blue stepped over to JJ, seeking out his comfort and protection in the ascending chaos. All five of them crouched towards the ground in a hurried fashion.
"Lights!" Kiara commanded.
Blue quickly turned off her flashlight, then watched as her brother attempted to smother his light by putting the lantern under his thin linen shirt. She rolled her eyes as the rays just shined right through the fabric.
"John B?" She sighed, rolling her eyes as she swatted his arm. "Your light!" She yelled as he took the lantern out of his shirt and finally turned it off.
At the same time, JJ was trying to put his joint out on the concrete wall, and Pope had to reach over and turn his headlight off for him. Blue began to wonder if all the weed they had been smoking went straight to their brains like their teachers said it would.
"I saw something!" A man's voice called out, making Blue cave in towards herself. She watched with fearful eyes as JJ peeked his head out and looked towards where the vehicle had parked by the grave.
"Do you think its them?" She asked him in a soft yet anxious whisper.
"Homie's got a gun." He said instead of directly answering her.
Blue felt her heart stop at the words. Her mind went back to all that had happened to them in the past few days - the Boneyard, being shot at on the marsh, not one, but two home invasions, and not to mention the rooster - and she suddenly found herself growing more annoyed than afraid. She was sick of being scared and of waiting for something or someone to hurt them. She was tired of freezing up. She was done with it.
"Screw this." She mumbled to herself before standing up, making a break for it without any warning. It only took a second for the Pogues to follow suit.
The men's voices shouted out, but they ignored them as they ran, grass and leaves crunching under their feet as they raced towards the gate. Kiara and John B were the first ones to hop over, and while Blue was in the middle of climbing the fence, she felt JJ's hands return to her hips and lift her up towards the top. She sent him a grateful smile before jumping over. The blond followed shortly after.
Just as Blue was about to run over to the Twinkie, she looked back, seeing Pope still climbing the fence. He was struggling to get over, and she quickly noticed why - his shorts were caught on one of the metal loops at the top of the gate.
"Hurry up!" JJ yelled as the Pogues began to move towards the van.
"Go!" Kie chimed in.
"Wait!" Blue called to them, causing them all to stop and look back at the gate. She motioned to the boy at the top of the structure. "We have a little problem!"
"Guys, I'm stuck!" Pope grunted as he hung from the fence.
The group ran back towards the gate, immediately attempting to ease to boy down. "I got you!" Kiara said. As Blue, John B, and Kie all started to help Pope, JJ stood back, grabbing the gun from his waistband and pointing it towards the fence.
"Pope, don't move!" The blond boy instructed. Blue looked back to see what he was doing, and her eyes immediately went wide at the pure idiocy being displayed before her.
"Are you trying to shoot him down?!"She screeched before running towards JJ, grasping his wrist and forcing the gun down, careful not to touch the loaded weapon. "Are you crazy!? You're gonna kill him!"
Before the blond could respond, John B literally jumped in, forcing Blue away as he took the gun from the boy. "What kind of logic is that, huh?!"
Why JJ thought he could successfully shoot Pope down from the fence, Blue had no idea. He had only fired the damn thing one time, and that was just a straight shot to the sky that required no skill or effort of any kind. She worried that his delusions about his abilities were going straight to his head like the weed was.
As the Routledges tried to knock some sense into the Maybank boy, Kiara was still attempting to get Pope down from the gate, which didn't seem to be going too well. "You're gonna rip me!" Pope cried in warning.
"You're fine!" Kiara yelled back. "Come on!"
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. Blue looked back to see Pope's shorts hanging from the metal hoop, the clothing article nearly split in half, and then looked over to Pope and saw the bright white of the boy's underwear. She immediately giggled and tried to muffle the noise by covering her mouth with her hands.
"Nice!" JJ laughed, "Come on, dude!"
Pope covered his manhood as they all started to run back towards the Twinkie, leaving the poor boy's ruined shorts behind. Despite running from men that were most definitely chasing after them, the teenagers couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their friend in tighty-whities.
"It's like a little Tootsie Roll!" John B yelled out, causing more giggles to erupt from the group as they opened the van's sliding door.
Blue, who no longer felt like a frozen statue and who's cheeks were hurting from smiling, held her hand out to Pope and pulled him into the vehicle. "Come on!"
"Stupid!" Kie laughed, shaking her head at the ridiculous situation before following Pope, shutting the door just as John B hit the gas pedal.
Once they were racing down the road, Blue started looking around the seats, grinning when she came across one of her discarded jackets that had been lodged between the leather cushions. She tossed it to Pope, who had been covering himself with two hands and slightly shivering from the chilly night hair.
"Here," She said, unable to stop herself from giggling. "To cover up your Tootsie Roll."
𑁍 𑁍 𑁍
"YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T EAT THAT."
Blue's warning didn't seem to hold much weight. As she was grabbing a lukewarm water bottle from their still-not-working refrigerator, she noticed JJ stationed at the counter, spreading the last of the peanut butter onto moldy bread. She grimaced at the dark green spots and wondered how the sight alone didn't disgust the boy, let alone eating it.
"Yeah, that bread had mold on it three days ago." Pope chimed in from his spot by the wall, watching the scene with an expression similar to Blue's.
The hurricane - plus the numerous events that had occurred in the past week - had left little resources for the Pogues at the Chateau. There was still no running water, no power, and no time or money for groceries. They were showering and brushing their teeth at the public beach bathrooms and either munching on the expired food they had left or scrapping together spare change to order pizza. They definitely weren't living large, but sadly, that was nothing new.
The blond simply shook his head at his friends as he continued to prepare his soiled sandwich. "I'll just pull off the bad parts." Before Blue could tell him that there were more 'bad parts' than bread, he spoke again. "Plus, mold is good for you. It's just a natural organism."
Her grimace deepened at the ignorant words. "That's not how that works, J." But he ignored her logic, continuing to spread the peanut butter on to cover the moldy spots and then put the slices together. She rolled her eyes and decided to just let him discover how truly disgusting his dinner would be on his own.
"Blue! JJ!" Kiara called from the adjoining dining room, where her, John B, and Pope were now sitting at the small table.
"Coming!" Blue called out while the blond followed her out of the kitchen.
"Yup, yup, yup!" JJ exclaimed as he stepped into the dimly lit room, candles and lanterns spread around, casting an orange glow on the walls. "Hot damn! Let's do this!"
While Blue was just as eager as he was, she was also quite nervous. John B had the envelope in his hands and although she couldn't wait to see what was inside, she was also terrified, knowing it could contain a bad message just as much as it could contain a good one. But despite how anxious she was, she hurriedly sat down next to her brother and scooted closer for a better look.
As JJ stepped up to the table, he took a bite of his sandwich, quickly gagging and spitting it out into his hand at the presumably disgusting taste. Blue couldn't help but smirk at the chance to say, "I told you so!". He simply flipped her off in return before throwing the clump of chewed food away.
Her attention was stolen the moment John B ripped the envelope open. The sound of tearing material filled the air, capturing everyone as they all looked with unwavering stares, desperate to know what their adventures had been leading them to this whole time. The Routledge boy reached inside, pulling out a large piece of folded paper.
As her nerves began to eat away at her, she grasped her brother's arm in a tight grip, not even noticing how her nails were digging into his skin. "Unfold it!" She squealed, scooching her chair closer to his to acquire a better view.
John B smacked her hand, causing it to reel back and a pout to settle on the girl's lips. "Alright! get your claws away from me, Wolverine!"
She rolled her eyes but didn't respond with one of her usual sassy remarks. Instead, she simply motioned to the paper still sitting in his hands and silently begged him to continue.
The boy did as he was told. After unfolding the paper, the image of a map became clear, and he laid it flat onto the table for everyone to see. "Holy shit." John B murmured.
Blue's gaze instantly caught the Sharpie marks that decorated the map of the Outer Banks. There were a series of a coordinates, a spiral that assumably symbolized a hurricane off the shore, and an 'X' just an inch away. What the marks were for, she had no clue, but she was sure she was going to find out.
Pope pointed the 'X' out to the rest of the group. "Oh, X marks the spot." He spoke.
"Longitude, latitude..."John B muttered as he ran his fingers over the scribbled numbers.
"This really is a scavenger hunt, huh?" Blue whispered to herself as she shook her head in disbelief. What are you trying to show us, Dad?
As all sets of eyes were completely focused on the map, Blue looked back towards the envelope, noticing an item that was left inside. She peered into the open sleeve and saw what looked to be a small black device of some kind. Her curiosity and excitement got the better of her, and she was reaching for it without a second thought.
"There's something else in here." She announced to the group as she pulled the item out of the envelope. Her gaze instantly latched onto the device, recognizing it as her father's old tape recorder. He had used it for his research many times, and Blue was never allowed to touch it since Big John feared she would accidentally erase all of his work. The fact that she was holding it in her hands now was so surreal - she nearly pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
As John B was peering at the device from his spot next to Blue, JJ spoke up from his spot behind them. "What's that?" He asked.
"It's a tape recorder, dumbass." Kiara responded with a slight coat of venom in her tone, making Blue nudge her side in a silent plea to be nice to the blond boy.
Then, she was pushing the button, and Blue nearly jumped out of her chair at the grainy sound of her father's voice coming from the recorder.
"Dear Bird and Blue..."
JJ, who's hands were resting on the table as he leaned close to the Routledge siblings, spoke just a second after the man's words rung out into the room. "Who's Bird?"
"That's what our dad called me." John B said, his voice low, obviously not paying attention to anything other than the device that rested in his sister's hands.
Blue frowned at the mention of her brother's nickname. It was one that had been solely used by their father and the name hadn't been spoken in over nine months. It was personal; a father-son thing that no one else partook in - not even Blue. She couldn't fully imagine what her brother had been feeling in that moment, but she at least knew that she was feeling something very similar.
The air seemed to change after that. It was thicker, more tense. Blue's grip around the tape recorder had tightened just like the knot in her chest, and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up. John B was basically a statue, not moving an inch, while their friends that surrounded them were passing around nervous yet incited glances back and forth.
"I hate to say, 'I told you so', but I told you so. And you guys doubted your old man." Big John's voice continued, and while Blue's brows knitted in slight confusion, her eyes had also begun to well with unshed tears. It was overwhelming - hearing his voice for the first time in nearly a year. As she clung to every word spoken, she realized that she had been forgetting what he had sounded like, and the reminder was enough to catch a sob in her throat.
While the Pogues started to trade looks once more, the recording continued. "I suspect at this moment, John B, you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight. But don't kill yourself just yet, kid."
While her brother stilled at the words, Blue's frown grew, and she placed a comforting hand on John B's shoulder. The same day that Big John disappeared, John B had gotten into an argument with their father, and it ended with him voicing how much of a shit dad that Big John was. Blue could hardly even remember how the fight had originated, but she remembered the sadness in her father's eyes as he watched his son stomp away, which would be the last time he would see him. Blue had stayed back and comforted her father, telling him that it wasn't true - which was the last time that she had seen him. The memory was far more bitter than it was sweet, and she knew that it had been eating at John B for months.
"I didn't expect to find the Merchant either."
Everyone stilled at that. Blue's glossy eyes looked to her friends and brother, wondering if she had heard that right, and the shocked looks on their faces confirmed that they had heard it as well.
There were a lot of well-known stories of shipwrecks in the Outer Banks, but the Royal Merchant was by far the most famous amongst its residents. The story goes that centuries ago, a British ship filled with an insane amount gold crashed near Kildare, and people had been hunting for the ship and its wealthy contents ever since. Blue knew that her father had been conducting research on it, but she had never expected him to even get close to finding it.
Apparently, she was very wrong.
"You were probably right to call me out." Big John's grainy voice continued to sound out from the recorder, capturing everyone's attention once again. "Wasn't exactly Father of the Decade. What can I say, kids? I could smell the barn."
The feeling that began to swirl inside Blue's batter heart was both strange and painful. She knew that her father had his faults - ones that directly impacted her even if she chose not to acknowledge it. It was an indisputable fact that Big John had often neglected his children in order to hunt for treasure, though Blue still liked to hold onto the good things about him, especially since his unexpected disappearance.
It was funny how someone's absence could somehow erase their flaws. The grief washed away any bad memories, and all that was left after the waves was a need to uphold the very best of that person. Blue had been guilty of that. She was naturally the kind of person that looked for the good in everyone, and her father was no exception. Though the words that scratchily flowed from the recorder forced her to acknowledge what she had been avoiding for months. Her father was owning up to his flaws, all while giving the reason for them.
Her tears began to fall as she realized her theory had been confirmed - her father's disappearance, his last and most impactful neglectful act towards his children, was because of his damn treasure hunts.
"And Blue," A quiet, nearly inaudible gasp left the girl's lips at the sound of Big John saying her name. She had been longing to hear him calling to her for so long, but this was not what she wanted. She wanted him to be there, standing in the Chateau, calling for her to help him with dinner or to watch the History Channel with him - not speaking to her through a recorded message that was clearly meant as a goodbye.
A hand gently fell onto her shoulder, and she didn't need to look to know who it was. In the midst of her silent cries, she simply held onto the blond's hand, grasping it like it was the lifeline to stability that she desperately needed.
"I'm sorry that you're going to get caught up in all of this." Big John said. "I want to protect you from everything, preserve that good heart of yours, but I'm afraid this one's out of my hands. It caught up to me too quick, kid."
As a crack began to form in the very depths of the young girl's chest, her bottom lip quivered, and her hands began to shake. The one holding onto hers tightened its grip and softly ran its thumb along her skin. As dark clouds and thunder started to form in Blue's mind, she could barely even feel the kind gesture - all she could feel was pain.
"You're a gift, Blue - my gift." The recording continued, the device not knowing the turmoil it was causing. "The day that you washed up in Kildare was the day my life started. The day our lives started. You've always held me and John B together, and now I need you to keeping holding on. John B, I need you to do the same."
Her sobs were no longer able to be subdued. The sorrowful sounds began to spill, quiet in nature but still noticeable. Blue quickly glanced to her brother, her tears slightly clouding the image of John B's face scrunched into a pained frown. It wasn't very often that their father was sentimental, but the fact that he was doing so in the recording only further confirmed that the message was a farewell, not a clue as to where he was. It caused a dull ache to settle in the girl's bones, one that she knew would not be easy to get rid of.
"And hopefully, we're listenin' to this in our brand-new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica, livin' off passive investments and pulling on permits." If she hadn't of been actively crying, Blue probably would have laughed at that. "If not, and you guys find this for less-than-optimal reasons, well...that's what the map is for."
All eyes fell back on the map that was spread out on the table. The Pogues all focused on the 'X' as Big John's voice continued to sound out through the eerie room.
"There she is, the wreck of the Merchant." A proud tone accompanied their father's voice, and she could almost imagine the smile on his face in that moment. For a moment, it was like he was right there with her, sitting at the table and telling her all about his amazing discoveries. The corners of her mouth quirked up for a small moment before falling back down, salty tears running down her cheeks as reality crashed upon her.
If Blue hadn't known that the hunt was the reason for his disappearance, she would have felt proud, too. She would have been happy. But knowing it caused such an agonizing thing made it incredibly difficult for her to feel anything other than resentment.
"If somethin' happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kids."
John B and Blue both looked at each other in that moment. The direction was clear, but it was still shocking, nonetheless. They had spent nearly their whole lives avoiding and talking down on their father's research endeavors but were now being told to pick up where he left off. And although no words were spoken between them, she knew that they would do it, they would follow orders - even if she had her reservations.
"I love you, Blue. And I Iove you, Bird, even if I didn't always act like it. I'll see you on the other side."
The recording stopped. The red light turned off and the device powered down on its own, a small click echoing through the room as it did so. There were no more grainy words, no more static waves. Just silence.
Blue was completely still as John B stood up from his chair. She could barely hear him collapse against the doorframe, could barely even register her brother's sobs - because hers were louder.
Her shoulders shook as her hand clasped over her mouth, trying to muffle the cries that seemed to never stop. She could feel a lack of air in her chest and the warmth of her tears that had covered her cheeks and lips. An emptiness settled into her heart and the sheer pain of it had her leaning over in her chair.
If this was what breaking felt like, she never wanted to feel it again.
While the hand that had been resting on her shoulder never loosened its grip, the boy attached to it clearly had issues with propriety and attention. "Holy shit, he did it! Big John - he found the Merchant-" JJ's excited words were quickly intercepted by Kiara, who's concerned gaze had been flickering between the Routledge siblings as they both sobbed like their father had just died right in front of them - and in a way, he did.
"Can you...can you please?" The curly haired girl spoke in a stressed tone, hands rising to her head in pleading before quickly coming back down. Kie motioned towards Blue, showing the blond that there were more important things to focus on then the found shipwreck.
"Sorry." The boy softly muttered to Kiara, his eyes widening as he finally took in the scene in front of him. While Kie walked over to John B and embraced him, JJ quickly crouched down to Blue and wrapped his arms around her, trying to steady the girl whose body had been overcome with shaking sobs and excruciating trembles.
Although there wasn't a lot of strength left in her and she could barely even acknowledge her surroundings, Blue still reached for the boy and held onto him, her grip clasping onto his arms as she sank into his hold. Her throat was burning, and her cries was cracked and wavering, and it was clear that she needed his comfort more than anything in that moment.
"I'm sorry." JJ repeated, his lips ghosting against the girl's hair as he spoke in a soft manner. As she clutched his forearms tighter, he placed a gentle kiss onto her head, cradling her further into his embrace. "Let it out, I got you." He assured.
Pope, who had been sitting at the table - most likely pondering all of the newly recovered information - finally stood up and made his way over to Blue and the blond that was comforting her. He sat in John B's abandoned chair as he placed a sympathetic hand onto the girl's arm, moving it up and down it a slightly awkward yet comforting motion. Blue, who couldn't fight past the sobs to speak yet, simply looked at the boy in a quick moment and expressed her gratitude without words.
One of JJ's hands moved to Blue's face, gently forcing her to look at him. His clear eyes met her bleary ones, and there was maybe an inch or two of space between them. What little breath she had left was caught in her throat. "I'm here," The blond spoke with conviction, and before she could tell him that she already knew that, he continued. "I'm here for everything." He motioned to the map and tape recorder that laid abandoned behind them. "I'm here with you always."
Her lips were finally rid of her frown at his words. She sniffled, slightly faltering under his intense gaze, but still felt reassured and somehow lighter than she was just moments earlier. "I know." She whispered, voice weak with distress and exhaustion, but JJ still smiled at the sound.
Ever since they had gone out on the marsh on that fateful day, Blue had a feeling deep in her gut that things were about to change. Her intuition had sparked when they had found the Grady White and had continued to grow aflame once the compass had been thrown into the mix. In some ways, she subconsciously knew that everything was leading to this. All of it was connected. Her father, the Royal Merchant, the clues...everything. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't scared. She gathered that all of this was not going to be easy, and that it would come with more darkness than light. But even with her hesitation, she knew that she was going to dive right in.
And she knew that she wouldn't be diving alone.
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𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗷'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹!!!!!
𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗺𝗴 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗰 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆/𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆??? 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆/𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗮 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼
𝗼𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 5𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀!!!! 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗸, 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆!!! 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁!!!
𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁...𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲
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